Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo called out to the little boy and walked straight to the money cart next to him.

He picked up a bag of rice and a coin, and gave instructions to the armored soldier beside him.

"Take this food and money and deliver it to the little guy's home."

The soldiers in black armor immediately stepped forward, picked up the rice bag, took the money bag, and walked to the little boy's side.

The little boy was a bit bewildered as he looked at the tall, armored soldier who had walked up to him.

He looked at the rice bag that was taller than him, then at the bulging money bag, and didn't react for a moment.

He didn't understand until the soldier in black armor patted him on the shoulder with his other hand, signaling him to lead the way.

These... are all for myself?

A surge of heat rushed to the little boy's eyes, and tears streamed down his face.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a full meal.

My father was conscripted into the army last year and never came back.

My mother fell ill from overwork and never recovered. The family's last savings were spent on bitter medicine residue, but there was no improvement whatsoever.

Every day he would go outside the city to dig up wild vegetables, mix them with a little bit of bran, and cook them into a pot of porridge that could hardly be called food. The mother and son survived on this.

The rice container at home has long been empty and covered in dust.

He tried several times to beg the wealthy families in the city, but each time his servants broke his head and threw him out.

These two bags of rice are enough for him and his mother to eat for more than half a year.

This bag of money can hire the best doctor in the city and buy the best medicinal herbs!

Mother is saved!

This is not food or money.

This is fate!

It is the hope of survival!

"Thump!"

The little boy suddenly knelt down, his small head hitting the cold stone slab repeatedly.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much for saving my life!"

"Don't kneel."

"A man's knees are worth gold; he should not kneel before others."

Lin Mo helped the little boy up from the ground and casually patted the dust off his knees.

"Go on, hurry back and take your mother her meal."

The little boy nodded emphatically upon hearing this.

He wiped away his tears, turned around, and led the tall, armored soldier into the depths of the alley.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin.

One carried a hundred pounds of grain, and the other held a bowl of hot porridge.

This scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of all the voyeurs.

And the ice in their hearts seemed to have cracked as a result.

After the little boy disappeared, some of the beggars and vagrants who had been watching from the alley entrance finally couldn't hold back any longer.

An old, lame beggar, leaning on a wooden cane, limped out.

The text describes how people gradually began to come and collect money and food, some with skepticism.

Lin Mo looked at the rising public opinion value on the panel and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

……

From the silent crowd, a second movement finally took place.

A lame old beggar, leaning on a rickety wooden stick, emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance. With each step he took, his body swayed violently, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

He was even worse off than the little boy from before. He was covered in only a few tattered rags, his exposed skin was covered in filth and sores, and he reeked of foul odor.

Lin Mo waved his hand.

A soldier from the Xuanjia Army stepped forward without any sign of disgust, and ladled out a large bowl of steaming hot meat porridge, handing it to the old beggar.

The old beggar's cloudy eyes were fixed on the bowl of porridge, his outstretched hand trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. He didn't take the bowl immediately, but instead knelt down with a "thud," banging his forehead against the ground in Lin Mo's direction.

"Thank you, kind philanthropist... Thank you, living bodhisattva..."

He was illiterate and incapable of using fancy words. All he knew was that he hadn't eaten anything for three days, and if he continued to starve, today would be his death day.

This bowl of porridge is his life.

Lin Mo didn't say anything, he just watched.

The soldier helped the old beggar up, put the bowl of porridge in his hands, and then grabbed a handful of copper coins from the money box next to him, put them in a small cloth bag, and hung it around the old beggar's neck.

"Go back after you finish eating, don't kneel here."

With the little boy and the old beggar as successful "guinea pigs," the crowd finally stirred up completely.

"They really gave us money! And even porridge!"

"That meat congee smells so good... I can smell it..."

"Who cares if it's a demon! I'm starving! I'd even take poison!"

The hunger that had been suppressed for so long finally overcame the fear that had seeped into my bones.

One, two, ten...

More and more people emerged from their hiding places, ragged and emaciated, but their eyes all shone with the same light: the most primal craving for food.

The crowd surged forward like a torrent towards the East Gate Square.

"Line up! Everyone, line up!"

"No cutting in line! Anyone who causes trouble won't get their meal today!"

The Xuanjia soldiers quickly formed a human wall to maintain order. Each of them had a stern face, wore heavy armor, and carried an lingering murderous aura, which subconsciously quieted the restless crowd, who obediently lined up in several long queues.

Lin Mo leaned back in his armchair, crossed his legs, and looked at the spectacular scene before him, comparable to the rush to buy train tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush.

On a whim, he brought up the system panel.

[Territory]: Iron Wall Pass

[Popularity]: -15 (Panic...They don't seem so afraid of you anymore, but they feel you must have some kind of conspiracy.)

[Security]: -50 (Still chaotic, but at least some people dare to queue up on the street.)

[Conversion Rate of Hegemony Points]: -0.001/day

The negative conversion rate remains strong, but at least it's not -0.01 anymore.

Lin Mo touched his chin.

It seems the theory that "a large sum of money is worse than empty words of concern" is also a universal law in this other world. Although these people still look at me like I'm a weasel preparing to treat the whole village to a meal, at least they're willing to come and eat at the feast.

Public sentiment is rising at a snail's pace.

No, we need to add some more ingredients.

"Pass on my orders again." Qin Ruxue, who was next to Lin Mochong, raised her chin.

"Starting today, all taxes within the Iron Wall Pass are hereby abolished!"

"In addition, recruit craftsmen to repair the city defenses and mend the streets. Anyone who comes to work will be paid daily, and will be provided with three meals a day, each with meat!"

Qin Ruxue listened without much expression, simply nodding. She was already used to Lin Mo's unconventional methods.

"yes!"

As Lin Mo's new order was broadcast throughout the city by messengers, the crowd queuing for porridge instantly erupted in chaos.

"What? We won't have to pay taxes anymore?"

"You get paid for your work? Three meals a day? And meat too?!"

"Is this...is this real? Am I dreaming?"

A man who had just received porridge and money was so excited that his face turned red. He pinched his thigh hard and cried out in pain.

It's not a dream! It's real!

The atmosphere among the crowd, initially one of numbness and despair, began to show a glimmer of hope.

Lin Mo looked at the system panel again.

Public sentiment: -10...-5...0!

[Conversion Rate of Hegemony Points]: 0.1/day

Become!

Although the daily conversion rate of 0.1 is practically negligible, at least we've escaped the predicament of reverse charging!

Once public opinion turns in the right direction, the "infrastructure is anti-human" label can be lifted, and his two-way tollbooth... no, two-way iron wall plan can be put on the agenda.

Lin Mo couldn't help but smile.

With enough skill, no corner is too hard to dig down. With enough money, even a demon can be turned into a living treasure.

More importantly, now that public support is no longer negative, his "Double Iron Wall" plan should be ready to be implemented!