A little devil has arrived at the Marquis's mansion, and all the powerful officials in the cour

"They should be sent to the border."

The housekeeper responded.

The old man in the black robe slowly revealed a sinister smile.

Sending grain to the border indicates that the army is short of food and they are fighting against the enemy.

Food shortages are not a good sign.

"I'll buy all of these meats!" Renbao said generously, waving his chubby little hand as he stood on the meat stall on South Alley Street.

The butchers looked up abruptly, staring at her in disbelief.

"Little one, you must be joking. Our meat weighs tens of thousands of pounds! That's not cheap!"

The butcher wiped his hands and hurriedly ran out to see what the God of Wealth looked like.

Wow, that's so eye-catching.

Renbao was covered in gold, clearly the daughter of a wealthy family.

"Young lady, please come in. I slaughtered three pigs today, and I have over a thousand catties of them here." The butcher eagerly took out hawthorn cakes and carefully presented them to Renbao, afraid that she would find them unappetizing.

Renbao's eyes lit up, and she grabbed a hawthorn cake and put it in her mouth. She really liked sweet and sour foods.

"Delicious!" Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes narrowed slightly, making her look like a lazy and beautiful cat. But when she looked up at people, she seemed like a majestic little tiger.

What an adorable baby.

The butcher's dark face softened with kindness as he took out all the dried fruit from his shop and piled it in front of Renbao.

"Eat slowly, no rush." ​​The butcher smiled and spoke in a soft, gentle voice that gave the surrounding shop owners goosebumps.

They peeked out.

Renbao waved his chubby little hand, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Little one, come to Auntie's, I have candied hawthorns."

"Come here, Uncle has some Mapo cakes."

A group of butchers stared at Renbao with fervent eyes.

Renbao ate at every stall, patting his round belly, "Thank you, aunties and uncles! I'll take all the meat! Sister Taozixiang, pay!"

The butcher's mind went blank.

Are you serious?

The lowest price for a pound of pork is 20 coins, and he has over a thousand pounds.

At the lowest price, he could earn 20,000 cash, which is 20 taels of silver!

This profit…

The butcher secretly pinched the flesh on his arm; it hurt. It wasn't a dream.

Holding the zither, he settled accounts.

Tao Xiang paid the money.

The three of them, master and servants, swept through the entire butcher shop in less than half an hour.

People flocked to the North East-West Alley, which specializes in selling goods, upon hearing the news.

They wanted to see what the God of Wealth looked like, and also wanted to try their luck to see if she would visit them.

"Uncle, give this medicine to your aunt, and you'll have your own child this year!" As Renbao left South Alley, he deliberately slipped a round, black pill into the butcher's hand.

Renbao looked at him carefully.

His face looked fierce, but his eyes were gentle, and his aura was pure and kind.

The area around his fertility palace was shrouded in a faint black mist. When Renbao handed him the medicine, he subconsciously squatted down. Her hand stroked the area around his fertility palace, and the black mist slowly dissipated.

The butcher was shocked, staring in disbelief at the little baby in a black dress with gold trim.

How did she know that he had been married for over ten years and still couldn't conceive?

He and his wife sought out numerous doctors and tried many medications, but to no avail.

"My young lady is a little miracle doctor; what she says will surely come true," Tao Xiang said with a smile. "Take this; do more good deeds in the future, and good luck will naturally follow."

Renbao nodded.

Do good deeds and good fortune will come naturally.

She waved and got into the carriage.

The butcher clutched the pills tightly as he ran out of the shop, standing on the street looking in the direction the carriage had left, his expression somewhat agitated.

He remembered!

There's only one little baby in the capital wearing a black ruqun (a traditional Chinese dress) and adorned with gold from head to toe!

That's the Little Celestial Master!

What merit or ability did he possess to receive the help of the young celestial master?

"Little Celestial Master, I will forever follow you and will surely do good deeds and accumulate merit!"

He shouted so loudly that the whole street could hear him.

"Little Celestial Master! The one who bought our pork is the Little Celestial Master!"

"She's probably here to give us money!"

The butchers all knelt down in the direction Renbao had left.

Renbao leaned against the windowsill and looked back, somewhat puzzled. "Sister Taozixiang, I paid for it, and my uncle and aunt gave me meat too. Why did they have to kneel down?"

"Young Miss, ordinary people don't buy meat often, so it's hard for them to earn so much money all at once. You are a young celestial master, a very noble person," Tao Xiang explained softly.

Renbao seemed to understand, but not quite.

All beings are equal! Why is she considered superior?

Not all ordinary people can afford to eat meat.

Renbao, who loves to eat, was a little sad again. She wanted everyone to be able to eat meat and have a full meal.

She sighed, resting her chin on her hand, "It seems Uncle Emperor isn't doing a very good job as the leader. If he can't ensure everyone has meat to eat, then I'd better be the leader!"

Tao Xiang and Bao Qin shrank back. Although they had heard these outrageous words more than once, they still felt their scalps tingle every time.

...

"General Pei, I'm so hungry."

"General Pei, I feel like I'm going to die."

A young recruit who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old rolled his eyes back and spoke weakly.

"After I die, I will write to my mother and say that I died in battle."

They had been fighting for two days, and their stomachs were full of grass roots and river water, which was not enough to sustain them.

The hard-fought battle ended, and a large number of soldiers fell.

The soldiers did not die in battle, but from starvation.

How sad!

Pei Gushan's eyes were bloodshot. He patted himself down, but after searching through all his pockets, he couldn't find anything to eat.

He choked up, saying, "I'm so sorry to everyone."

"General Pei, how can I blame you?"

"We're brothers who've been through thick and thin together, I don't blame anyone."

Hearing their words of comfort, Pei Gushan felt even more distressed.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

"Dinner's ready!" A shout suddenly rang out, and all the soldiers' eyes turned fervent.

Wei Huaihao and the Duke of Zhenguo walked at the front, with soldiers carrying several vats of porridge behind them.

They personally served porridge to the soldiers. Each bowl contained only a few grains of rice, but the piping hot porridge gave them a glimmer of hope.

The recruit who had just said he was going to die grinned and said, "I'm not going to die. I'm going to go home alive."

"You little rascal!" After everyone had received a bowl of porridge, General Pei scraped the bottom of the jar with his hand and licked it. "It's really delicious."

Wei Huaihao watched as the soldiers drank a mouthful of extremely thin porridge and were satisfied. His throat bobbed up and down, and he turned his back to wipe the corner of his eye.

His hands trembled slightly.

The Duke of Zhenguo nudged him lightly with his elbow: "A Grand Tutor like yourself is only getting a few taels of silver for copying books. Are you content with that?"

"And you, you do manual labor to earn a few taels of silver, which can't even buy the soldiers a full meal." Wei Huaihao's lips twitched, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace.

The Duke of Zhenguo grinned: "It's better than nothing."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow.

They won't last more than two days; it will take at least half a month for grain to be delivered from the capital to this place.

They cannot see where the path to survival lies.