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"Stop hitting him!"

Chen Mo shouted again.

The five men stopped and glared angrily at the man.

"Brother Chen, this kid is a bit unruly. Everyone gets their own portion of food, but he just grabbed a few portions."

"Yesterday he ate more than everyone else, and he didn't do much work. I saw it all!"

Immediately, onlookers began to criticize the man.

"Brother Chen, he's just a freeloader. We might as well kick him out of the village."

The others' eyes were also filled with disdain.

They were all law-abiding farmers before, but now that they've joined Lingtou Village, they should at least follow the rules. They've never seen such an overbearing person before.

Chen Mo ignored the crowd's words and kept his gaze fixed on the young man.

He had a thin face with sharp features, and his physique looked much stronger than others.

Despite taking so many punches, he was completely unharmed, continuing to squat on the ground and swallow the potato in his hand.

After finishing eating, he looked up at Chen Mo.

There was no fear in this person's eyes, only a fierce determination.

"Everyone, stop arguing and disperse. Those who need to eat, eat. Don't let this interfere with our business."

Chen Mo waved his hand, signaling the crowd to disperse.

Dissatisfied, the crowd slowly dispersed.

Chen Mo stepped forward, took out a dry biscuit from his pocket, and quietly handed it over.

The man's eyes lit up. Without saying a word, he snatched it and began to wolf it down, even picking up the crumbs that fell to the ground and eating them.

Chen Mo watched quietly without saying anything.

Judging from his build, he does look like he eats more than others.

After he finished eating, Chen Mo finally asked, "What's your name?"

The man raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Dong Shuo."

"Would you like to eat more?"

Chen Mo stared at him.

Dong Shuo slowly stood up, wiped his mouth, and stretched out his hand, saying, "Give it to me."

This kid is really shameless.

Chen Mo smiled faintly: "Come with me to rob the government's grain. When we get back, you can eat as much as you want."

Upon hearing this, Dong Shuo turned his head in disappointment and said, "I'm not going to rob government grain."

His voice was loud, attracting the attention of others.

People were already dissatisfied with him, and now that they saw him eating without doing any work, they were even angrier.

"You're really asking for it, kid. You've eaten but you don't want to do any work."

"Brother Chen, let's kick this person out."

The discussions grew louder, filled with sarcasm and discontent.

Dong Shuo ignored him, still looking lazy.

Seeing his appearance reminded Chen Mo of his first encounter with Liang Ming.

People with real talent often have rather eccentric temperaments.

"Then tell me, what will it take for you to go?"

Chen Mo asked.

"I usually eat several times more than others. If you give me five times the amount of food each time, then I'll go."

Dong Shuo replied.

These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion among those around them.

"Five times the usual rations? You've got quite an appetite!"

"You should get back to work first, Brother Chen. Don't believe him."

Those around him were even more dissatisfied.

Looking at this person, Chen Mo became even more interested.

"The grain in the village is divided equally among everyone; this rule cannot be broken."

Chen Mo spoke up.

Upon hearing this, everyone around nodded in agreement.

"However, if you can put in more effort than others, I can give you three times the rations in private, but that's all I can give you."

Chen Mo continued, sizing up Dong Shuo.

Dong Shuo raised an eyebrow, his languid expression lessening.

He stared at it for a moment, but did not respond immediately.

"This guy is just trying to take advantage of us; we absolutely cannot agree to his request."

"Two rations are enough to fill him up, how dare he eat three?"

Others were quite dissatisfied.

Dong Shuo turned his gaze and scanned the pile of weapons beside him.

"I can come with you, but are these things you have really capable of killing someone?"

Dong Shuo squatted down, picked up a machete, and examined it in his hand.

These weapons were mostly junk obtained from the government, many of them already rusted and no different from scrap metal.

Chen Mo also glanced at the pile of weapons. Most of them were discarded junk by the government, and some people had complained about them when they were distributed to the refugees yesterday.

What kind of weapon do you want? Our village has them all.

Chen Mo asked directly.

People around gathered around curiously, wanting to know what other tricks this kid could come up with.

"A long-handled broadsword, that's all I know how to use."

Dong Shuo said calmly.

"A Guan Dao?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

That thing weighs at least several dozen kilograms; a normal person simply cannot master the use of such a weapon.

He recalled that when he was collecting equipment before, there was indeed a decent long-handled broadsword.

This knife probably belonged to some bandit from Qingfeng Village. When it was brought back, no one in the village could use it, so it just sat in a corner collecting dust.

Because the weapons were too heavy, they weren't allowed to be moved yesterday; they were simply hidden in Chen Mo's own warehouse in his yard.

"You two, go to my house and bring that long sword from the warehouse."

Chen Mo gave the instructions.

The villagers nearby didn't ask any questions and rode their horses to Chen Mo's house.

Before long, the two arrived in their carriage before everyone.

The two then worked together to remove the long knife from the vehicle.

"This knife weighs at least seventy or eighty pounds. Can you lift it?"

"Stop pretending, do you really think you're a military general?"

Others scoffed.

Dong Shuo still didn't refute, and silently walked over.

He reached out, grabbed the knife hilt, and snatched the weapon from the two men.

The next moment, he picked up the heavy weapon with one hand, twisted his wrist, and swung it around.

The entire set of movements was fluid and smooth, without the slightest hesitation, showing that Dong Shuo was not exerting himself at all.

"It's alright."

Dong Shuo forcefully plunged the knife handle into the ground, still wearing a look of satisfaction on his face.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Dong Shuo in astonishment.

He can swing that 70 or 80-pound broadsword with one hand; that takes a lot of strength!

Chen Mo was also quite surprised and turned to look at Liang Ming beside him.

Both of them were skilled with knives, but neither of them had ever tried using such a long knife.

Liang Ming stared at Dong Shuo for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Where are you from?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

How could a vagrant have such good skills?

Dong Shuo didn't answer, but looked at Chen Mo and said, "I'll go with you to rob the grain carts, and you have to give me three rations a day, how about it?"

"sure."

Chen Mo immediately agreed.

For a master like that, let alone three portions, even five portions would be acceptable.

We can't let such a disciple go; now that we need to fight against the government, we need tough guys like him.

The mockery from before was gone from the faces of the people around him; they looked at Dong Shuo with admiration.

With Dong Shuo's strength, one punch would be enough to take down this group of weak people.

"Let's go then."

Dong Shuo gripped the long sword again.