It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

This condition is like a pie falling from the sky!

Being able to survive is a good thing.

But they didn't act immediately. Instead, many of them subconsciously looked at Huang Liu, who was standing next to Qing Hemiao and had returned.

Qinghe Miao felt a little embarrassed and, taking the opportunity, looked at Huang Liu with a blank expression.

"What are you all staring at me for?! You bunch of filthy bastards, you're down on your luck, starving and your eyes are practically glowing green, all you want is to beg for food and a way to survive, right?"

Huang Liu's mind raced, but he acted as if it were none of his business and shouted at the disaster victims:

"Now that the Taoist master has shown you great mercy and pointed out the way, why don't you hurry up and kowtow to express your gratitude, or wait to starve to death and turn into a corpse?!"

Sure enough, after he shouted that, some people hesitated and took the first step.

Immediately afterwards, more people seemed to be infected and surged toward where Qing Hemiao was.

In a short while, a large crowd of people, men, women, and children, had gathered in front of Qing Hemiao, creating a noisy and chaotic scene.

The situation was getting a little out of control, and people were still pushing forward.

Seeing this, Huang Liu stopped talking and just stood there to the side.

I want to see Qinghe Miao's reaction before stepping in to help when the time is right.

Unexpectedly, Qing Hemiao's face darkened, and he lightly stomped his right foot on the ground!

"brush!"

With a simple muffled thud, the soil and gravel beneath his feet exploded into the air, instantly creating a round crater the size of a bowl and a foot deep!

This move, while not as shocking as yesterday's long, narrow crater, was executed with effortless ease and unparalleled precision.

This served as a reminder to everyone that the "Taoist master" before them was no ordinary person.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Hemiao's temper also turned sour, and he spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"Line up! Those who want to get work and food, line up one by one! Anyone who pushes or grabs, get to the back!"

Anyone who tried to push forward or pretended to be deaf to get to the front was simply swept aside by his cold gaze and relegated to the back of the line.

Many people have indeed settled down, bringing their families along, with the elderly and children eagerly following them.

After initially stabilizing the situation, Qinghe Miao took out a specially selected draft notebook from his pocket.

It's from the last era, the kind of paper that's rough and yellowed.

They're no longer used in schools; they're only sold in small shops in rural villages.

Then he pulled out a pencil that looked strange to people in this world.

He turned to a blank page and began asking the names of the people in line one by one.

"What's your name?"

“Zhao… Zhao Youfu…”

"Age?"

"Three... thirty."

Who else is in the family?

"I'm the only one left..."

He asked a simple question and quickly wrote down his name and a few simple notes in a draft notebook.

After registering each person, he would deliberately tear that page in half from the book and hand it to the person.

"Take this; you can collect your rice tonight."

This primitive and crude "work badge" system, though simple, seemed particularly formal and binding at this moment, causing the starving people to put it away with great care.

After registering about twenty or thirty people, Qinghe Miao finally finished temporarily and turned to Huang Liu, saying:

"Manager Huang, I have a favor to ask of you. Could you please help me take these people up the mountain to the dilapidated temple to wait for them? I have some other matters to attend to, but I will be there shortly."

Huang Liu witnessed Qing Hemiao's series of methodical actions, and his expression became serious.

He bowed respectfully.

"Rest assured, Daoist Master, I'll take care of this small matter."

After saying that, he turned to face the twenty or thirty people who had been selected, his smile vanished, and he began to scold and order them sternly, often resorting to beatings and verbal abuse.

But I must say, it's extremely efficient.

The disaster victims were more submissive to him than they were to Qinghe Miao.

Like a flock of sheep being herded, the group of people obediently followed Huang Liu and his burly men, winding their way toward the dilapidated temple on the western mountain.

Qinghe Miao then found a secluded corner, released all the Stands, and quickly surveyed the surroundings to confirm that there were no tails or anything unusual.

Then, with a thought, he returned to his own world.

He bent down and, relying solely on his improved agility after practicing Qi, hoisted the nearly 100-pound rice bags onto his shoulders, then re-entered the instance and hurried towards the dilapidated temple.

After running a couple of steps, I felt a bit stupid.

He returned the rice again and went alone to the foot of the dilapidated temple mountain to retrieve it.

When Qinghe Miao appeared in the open space in front of the dilapidated temple carrying a bag of rice.

Huang Liu had already tidied up the group of disaster victims and made them wait obediently at the edge of the ruins.

When Qing Hemiao appeared carrying a bulging bag, everyone vaguely guessed what was going on.

Without further ado, Qinghe Miao found a flat spot, put the bag down, and gathered his Qi in his finger to gently draw a line on it.

The white rice grains were then revealed.

Everyone's eyes widened instantly, the air seemed to freeze, and a heavy, uncontrollable breathing gradually filled the air.

Even Huang Liu, who was watching from the side with his arms crossed, couldn't help but swallow, his gaze towards the rice bag filled with complex emotions.

Rice!

Pure white rice!

In this chaotic world where starvation is rampant, this is not just food or hard currency, but also naked human life!

Qinghe Miao took in everyone's reactions.

"The rice is right here."

He casually stepped on the intact sack of rice, and looked around at the starving people with a half-smile:

"Today's job is simple. Clean up all the weeds, pebbles, rotten wood, and garbage within this dilapidated temple area! I'll just watch you do it!"

You'll eat both meals here. When you finish work in the evening, come back with the slip of paper to check and collect your rice. No debts owed, no cheating! Everyone can start working now.”

With the incentive of rice and the deterrent effect of force, no one will question it.

The will to survive and the desire for food overwhelmed everything else.

Almost as soon as Qinghe Miao finished speaking, the crowd sprang into action.

They rushed to various parts of the ruins, eager to show off their skills, afraid that if they were even a step too slow, they would miss out on the white rice.

In front of the dilapidated temple, dust suddenly billowed up, and a lively atmosphere filled the air.

Qinghe Miao, meanwhile, sat down on a relatively clean large rock in the distance, away from most of the dust.

He didn't even look at the people working. He closed his eyes to rest, released his substitute to guard against them, then crossed his legs, picked up the "Helper's Technique," and began to cultivate his inner energy.

During this time, Huang Liu left without a word.

Qinghe Miao noticed his actions but ignored him.

He just pondered to himself:

"I wonder how much of this local power has believed..."

Chapter 35 The Wisdom of Our Ancestors

"How credible do you think what he said is?"

It is located on another hillside, separated from the dilapidated temple that was just named "Fenglingyueying Temple" by a refugee settlement and several mountain ridges.

It is located in Huangjiabao, a fortified village built against the mountainside.

In a secluded training ground inside the fortress, a man of about twenty-five or twenty-six to thirty years old was dressed in a fur-lined hunting outfit that allowed for easy movement. He was lean and strong, with long arms and a wasp waist.

He held a taut bow, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, aiming at a target fifty paces away, and asked without turning his head.

Huang Liu, who had returned to report, stood a few steps behind the man with his hands at his sides. After a moment of contemplation, he held up three fingers.

"Only 30% credible?"

The archer caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, grinned, seemingly amused, but the bowstring in his hand remained perfectly still.

"Then it's definitely a fake."

"Goro is joking."

Huang Liu smiled and explained:

"I am only saying that about 30% of the information this person has revealed is true. But that does not mean that his things are fake."

He paused, then began to analyze the situation meticulously, demonstrating his seasoned ability:

"His accent was strange, unlike the local Mandarin of China, quite peculiar. He couldn't ride a horse, unlike someone who travels the martial arts world year-round. He was completely ignorant of the rules and staffing of Taoist temples."

Although his speech was straightforward, his literary talent was undeniable, indicating he must have received a considerable education.

Most importantly, he observed it carefully.

Qinghe Miao's hands have delicate skin, without any calluses from doing rough work or practicing martial arts for many years. In fact, her skin is smoother than that of many women.

They are either pampered and live in luxury, or they have cultivated extremely high levels of internal martial arts skills.

It's more likely that it's a combination of both.

He is either from a particular family or not.

"And his attitude toward food."

When food was mentioned, Huang Liu's tone became serious:

"I specifically observed that rice. Although it was just the most ordinary, low-grade rice, and the quantity wasn't much, his attitude of not treating rice as rice was truly frightening. He's definitely someone who's seen it all."

Furthermore, he appeared somewhat stiff in his interactions with people, not very adept at small talk and pleasantries, as if he lacked experience in this area. However, when it came to managing people, handling affairs, and establishing rules, he was quite methodical and organized. These qualities could not be faked by someone who had never seen the world.

Each profession has its own expertise.

Don't use your own knowledge to challenge someone else's livelihood.

People like Huang Liu deal with all sorts of people all year round; this is their specialty.

In a brief encounter, many things about Qinghe Miao that defy the norms of this era might fool him.

But some subtle, understandable details did not escape his notice.

For example, perhaps it's a common trait among time travelers, Qinghe Miao is indeed only good at dealing with characters he already knew from his previous life.

"Oh?"

After hearing this detailed analysis, Huang Wulang's expression also became serious.

He slowly released the fully drawn bowstring, but did not lower the bow and arrow. Instead, he turned around and looked intently at Huang Liu:

"Uncle Liu, in your opinion, who exactly is he? What are his intentions?"

Huang Liu frowned and slowly shook his head:

"I don't understand it, I really don't understand some of it."

He carefully considered the words and phrases:

"He may indeed have a Taoist master, but he himself is by no means a pure Taoist. He may have actually seen and even been able to mobilize huge amounts of food, but as it stands, he seems to be rather strapped for cash. Even his Taoist name may be fake, and his purpose is not to build any Taoist temple at all."

After a pause, Huang Liu figured it out and made a judgment: