"I'd like to trouble you with using this money to establish an academy here anew!"
"And there must be dedicated rooms for the students to live in."
"This country's future cannot rely solely on military generals and Soul Masters. Scholars also have their own ways of serving the nation. The art of governing still requires scholars to assist the Emperor."
Tang Lan patted the scholar on the shoulder and encouraged him with a smile.
Upon hearing Tang Lan's words, the middle-aged man's once lifeless eyes immediately lit up.
"Y-You're truly willing to let me do this?"
"With the world in such chaos, there are already very few people like you, sir, who carry the world in their hearts."
"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Yuanyi. To be honest, my status in the Dou Ling Empire was no more than that of the lowest commoner."
"To be able to meet you today, I believe it must be the dead in heaven blessing me, blessing all those suffering people."
As he spoke, Zhang Yuanyi actually tried to kneel and bow to Tang Lan.
But Tang Lan quickly helped him back up.
Tang Lan understood that not all the refugees had made it here. They were only a small portion.
He believed that many refugees had already met tragic deaths on the road or during the conflicts within the city.
War had always been merciless. Like the gaping maw of a monster, it opened wide and devoured human lives as insignificant as ants.
Afterward, Zhang Yuanyi took the initiative to distribute the food Xue Yue had purchased to the refugees.
The refugees formed long lines and received the supplies in an orderly manner. Most were adult men and women, while others were elderly people with children.
"Eh? Boss Liu, how