Before Zhang Zicheng went out, he looked at Tilulu again and found that she was still sleeping.
It's just that half of her body has been completely embedded in the surface of the collapsed planet, and the entire planet looks even more dying and riddled with holes.
Even when the camera zooms out, the dazzling core of the Earth can be faintly seen in some huge cracks on this planet that seems to have fallen into deathly silence.
It seems it’s time to change the dressing.
But let’s wait until Tilulu wakes up. Her injuries have not improved significantly. She feels that using the planet as a strap is not that effective. It is better to sleep for a while.
"Gu~~"
Zhang Zicheng's stomach began to buzz. He had already finished digesting the noodles he had eaten in the early morning. He felt hungry and went out with his cell phone.
Although the place where he lives is in the suburbs, the conditions are good. After all, with the housing prices in the capital, many people who want to buy a house can only choose these places. And with more people, there is everything, such as the eternal McDonald's.<
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I ordered a Big Mac to take on the road. Originally, Zhang Zicheng wanted to take the bus, but after thinking about it, he was already the one who wanted to take the N1, so he just splurged and called a Didi driver.
While standing on the roadside waiting for the driver, Zhang Zicheng gnawed on the burger. The softness of the bun, the juiciness of the patty, the deliciousness of the salad dressing, and the refreshing taste of the pickles stimulated every taste bud on his tongue, sending this mouth full of calories.
Taking it into the belly makes people feel very satisfied both physically and psychologically.
I still remember my childhood wish to be able to eat McDonald's every time I grow up. Has it come true now? It's amazing.
Zhang Zicheng chewed the delicious food in his mouth and laughed at himself. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something staring at him next to him.
I turned around and saw that it was a puppy. It looked a bit like a cross between a border collie and a teddy, and it was less than the length of my forearm.
The black and white hair is slightly curled, and it keeps sticking out its tongue to lick its mouth. Its two front paws restlessly step on the ground.
Seeing that the human had discovered him, the puppy immediately began to wag its tail, staring at the human's food with its big wet eyes, and kept opening and closing its mouth and biting its tongue, as if it was already imagining the taste in its mouth.
Zhang Zicheng was very happy. The little dog was coveting quietly on the side, neither barking nor coming to pick on anyone. It was quite lovable.
At this time, the car booked online arrived. Zhang Zicheng didn't want to eat in the car, so he simply threw the last bite of his Big Mac on the ground away from the driveway, opened the back door and got in.
After agreeing on the destination with the driver in the front seat, Zhang Zicheng turned his head and realized that the puppy was limping as it ran towards the last bite of hamburger.
It lowered its head and ate the food with relish. Its right rear leg curled up abnormally, and its hair was condensed into strands with blood. It was obviously a serious trauma.
The vehicle started and the driver was very quiet while driving. After Zhang Zicheng closed his eyes and took a nap, he took out his mobile phone again.
Since outsiders were present, Zhang Zicheng could not communicate directly with the system. He simply opened his own small chat box and typed: "System, can you project the events in the Three Kingdoms onto my mobile phone?"
System: [Yes, host.]
Then, the picture displayed on the computer screen before he left appeared on the screen in his hand.
Zhang Zicheng was happy: "It's quite convenient."
However, the screen on the mobile phone is too small, and the amount of information that can be displayed at the same time is very small. This is not a movie. The camera position found by the system is usually a panoramic view, and some details may be difficult to capture.
In this case, it seems necessary to buy an iPad?
Thinking about these, Zhang Zicheng looked at the ancient cities on the screen on his mobile phone.
I saw that large and small porridge shacks had been set up on the streets. Countless refugees were queuing up, holding bowls in their hands, waiting happily for the food they were about to eat. The clothes on their bodies were in tatters, and the skin on their faces was damaged by long hours.
Their food was short of food and became pale and shriveled, but their eyes were full of hope and expectation.
Zhang Zicheng discovered that those who were giving out porridge were all wearing yellow scarves and their faces were full of pride and excitement. They were obviously members of the Taiping Church.
Outside the team, there were also many locals from Yecheng. They all went out to watch the spectacular porridge scene. For a time, the alleys in the city were crowded with people. The extremely sticky rice porridge was boiled, and the aroma mixed with the steam rising.
, the whole Yecheng seemed to be a bit fairy-like for a while, making those watching the excitement have their Adam's apples surging and their eyes extremely greedy.
Occasionally, a few conspicuously dressed people sneaked into the group, but the sharp-eyed Yellow Turban cultists quickly scolded them.
Their accents were so strong that Zhang Zicheng still needed systematic simultaneous translation to understand them. The general meaning was: the other party was a wealthy household in the city, and Si Chen's food was distributed to refugees and poor people, and the wealthy households were not allowed to eat it. Those wealthy households looked embarrassed, some hid their faces and walked away, and some directly took out their money to buy white porridge, but the Yellow Turban believers dismissed them and drove them away again.
The rich man didn't have any of his usual arrogance and airs. He had no choice but to leave in anger against these idiots.
This move naturally attracted bursts of cheers from the surrounding people: "Long live the great virtuous teacher!" "Long live the great virtuous teacher!!"
Zhang Zicheng blinked and thought, so people in the Han Dynasty started shouting long live? He thought he had to wait for the later emperors to discover this flattery.
Little did he know that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty liked people to shout "long live" the most... However, this word has not yet been completely bound to the emperor. It will not specifically refer to the emperor until the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
However, the Yellow Turban believers who were giving out porridge looked at each other, and suddenly said to the people around them with serious faces: "The great sage and good teacher explained that these grains are all gifts from God, and we are just distributing them on your behalf."
After hearing this, the people's voices gradually subsided, and they looked at each other, and then listened carefully to what these yellow scarves said.
Another yellow scarf said in a deep voice: "The great sage and good teacher once said that all the lords of Gongun treat us like grass and grass, but Si Chen, the god of heaven in the upper realm, took pity on us and gave us the food to survive!"
"The great virtuous teacher doesn't want to hear your flattery. If you are grateful, just pray to the god Si Chen."
The people immediately claimed that it was the rich households who were excluded from the porridge soup. They were also itchy and unbearable after seeing this. They quickly secretly recited the name of the god in their hearts and asked Si Chen to bless them. It would be best to give their families a next blessing.
Warehouse grain.
Although they did not see the scene that day with their own eyes, countless soldiers saw it, and the prefect also saw it.
There is really no trace of deceit, and food is dropped from the sky out of thin air. Who wouldn’t be confused after hearing this?
The food is steaming hot right in front of you, the proof is irrefutable!
Therefore, no matter how domineering people are on weekdays, they dare not make the slightest mistake in front of these white chalcedony-like rice milk.
This is a living miracle.
Zhang Zicheng saw countless people with sallow faces and skinny muscles, wolfing down the rice porridge in broken bowls, and then showed an expression of enjoyment on their faces and sighed slightly.
His heart is both satisfied and heavy. The satisfaction lies in the fact that he has successfully saved so many people and allowed so many people to benefit from his actions.
The heaviness lies in the fact that just drinking some porridge and enjoying it like this is really unbearable when thinking about the hardships of the people at the bottom in the past.
When Tilulu wakes up, let her change some other food. Just eating porridge is not nutritious.
At this moment, the system suddenly prompted: [Dear host, the one-tenth-trillionth power you gave the system has been upgraded. Do you want to check the details?]