The Heavens Wouldn't Let Me Live, So I'd Perish Alongside Them

Fast horses carried rice, and great pots simmered with porridge.

Purple qi cleansed the grain, and fermented rice wine intoxicated the people.

The Begging General's men had three great granaries. They mixed grain cleansed with purple qi into all of it to dispel the corpse poison. Then they divided the land into districts and sections, using flags as markers, and set up pot after pot to feed the people. Even the pigs and sheep that had not yet died were slaughtered, thrown into the porridge, and stirred with great ladles.

It was a massive undertaking. Not only were the Begging General's men busy, but the Do Not Eat Beef disciples all pitched in.

When they couldn't keep up, they even called on ghosts and gods to help transport grain, turn the millstones, and tend the fires.

That night, the Begging General's troops all ate their fill. The laborers, elderly, infirm, and starving civilians around them were also served pot after pot.

For who knew how many people, they had not eaten a full meal like this since the New Year.

And that was without mentioning that although it was porridge instead of rice, it had all been cleansed with purple qi. The amount of it in each bowl was already far beyond what ordinary folk could imagine.

In ordinary times, people of their Lifespan couldn't even touch purple qi; one wisp could crush countless people to death.

But when this entire gourd of purple qi was divided among the porridge bowls of hundreds of thousands of people, it was enough for them to bear.

In fact, it still didn't seem like enough.

"What?"

A hundred miles away, in Dongping Prefecture, King Changping had thirty thousand elite troops stationed in the city. There were also countless private soldiers belonging to the