Peerless Taoist

As the footsteps outside gradually approached, Lu Yu finally saw the figure outside the mountain temple.

This is a group of beggars with ragged clothes. Some people have even reached the level of not covering their bodies, just wearing a ragged straw mat to wrap their bodies.

Many people's eyes are empty, which is full of despair for life.

They are a dust in this secular city. No one will care about their life and death. Even if some people die, there will be no waves.

These people live just to live.

Lu Yu had no choice but to join the beggars' sect at the beginning. Only with the protection of forces can he barely survive in this city.

"There was another heavy rain outside the city. I heard that all the crops were flooded, and many refugees fled to the city."

"Those officials and masters have sent people to search on the edge of the city wall and forbid those refugees to sneak in."

"Those people had better not come in. It's best to die outside. If they are allowed to enter the city, I'm afraid they will rob us."

A group of beggars talked to each other and ran to the yard. They just caught a glimpse of Lu Yu lying in the corner, with an expression of contempt and disgust on his face.

Lu Yu has just recovered from a serious illness and is still in a weak state.

But for the beggars' sect, it is useless to go out to work and wait for food from the sect.

"Get up and share the food."

Outside came a burly man named "Zhu", who was the leader of the beggars' sect.

In fact, the whole beggars' sect is just a loose organization of beggars.

Although this pillar has no mind, it is born of Kong Wuli. It usually sells on the street for a living, and it is also quite down-to-earth.

On his waist was a small bag of yellow rice.

In fact, even these yellow rice are not so pure, mixed with many loess stones. Even the weight is small, just talking about two kilograms.

The pillar introduced the yellow rice into the hot water and began to cook a pot of porridge. Soon a faint smell of rice floated out.

All the other beggars gathered around and stared at the pot of porridge being cooked.

For them, that's their life.

Only by eating food can they continue to live.

Everyone has a share, but the weight is not much. It's barely enough to fill your stomach. But for all the people of the beggars' sect, they can only eat this to live.

"Brother Zhu, the porridge is ready." one of the children beggars stared at the pot, and his mouth began to drool.

The pillar nodded. He directly picked up the spoon and distributed himself the thickest rice porridge.

The fragrance of rice porridge floated out. The pillar directly sat aside with a bowl, took out another piece of steamed bread from his hand and ate it by himself.

He is the leader of the guild and the only one with strong labor force, so he deserves to eat the most food.

As for other porridge distribution orders, they are also arranged according to the number of workers engaged in the gang.

At the top, of course, are the senior beggars in the gang. As for those who have just joined the gang and have not made any contribution, they can only be ranked last.

The rice soup is getting less and less. There is little food left in the pot. Everyone sits in the corner, holding a bowl and constantly sharing the rice soup.