As Long As There's a Mouthful of Rice, I'll Listen to You for Rebellion

Mo Ran was furious.

Donning white boxing gloves with red patterns, he charged into the crowd like a blazing fire.

Everyone who came into contact with the "flames" was thrown several meters away.

Their fate after landing is unknown.

Zhu Xingguo glanced at Wang Wen, who remained unmoved.

He pulled out a machine gun loaded with bullets and began practicing his marksmanship in front of the crowd at a leisurely pace.

Anyone who dares to approach the rice bucket will be shot.

The two of them worked together and finally stopped the crowd from scrambling.

One by one, they retreated back into the village in a panic.

Someone shouted in dissatisfaction, "Didn't you say you'd provide food? Why aren't we allowed to eat?"

There was no response.

Cheng Queyi and the other woman simply tended to the fire and cooked the porridge.

Zhu Xingguo and his companion only focused on using force to intimidate.

Wang Wen walked to a sufficient distance and, with more than forty minutes remaining, drew upon the power of heaven and earth to make an oath during the [Unity with Heaven and Man] ritual.

A black tornado shot into the sky.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd clutched their stomach and collapsed to the ground, rolling around; someone else was vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

Wang Wen thought for a moment and changed the oath.

Human Face turning ashen, while others suddenly shrunk in the stomach.

The villagers were terrified.

They scattered and fled to every corner of the village.

Then one by one they crashed into the transparent barrier and fell to the ground.

The people with bruised and swollen faces sat on the ground, stunned for a moment.

He reached out and touched the air in front of him, which was clearly empty but was blocking his way. Startled, he turned around and started kowtowing repeatedly to the black tornado.

Wang Wen, however, ignored the warnings and focused solely on the experiment.

A dozen minutes later.

Even after all the porridge in the rice bucket was cooked, the negative progress number continued to increase.

The black tornado dispersed.

The small earthen slope outside the village has turned into a large pit.

Wang Wen shook her head and walked back.

The thin little boy came up to him with concern, carrying a bowl of porridge full of ingredients.

Wang Wen quickly waved her hand to decline.

Then, with a pounding heart, she watched as the skinny little boy took a sip by himself.

In the distance, the woman who had run into the village calling for help returned.

When I reached the village entrance, I was slightly taken aback when I saw the villagers lying all over the ground.

Without asking any further questions, he focused on reporting the situation to Wang Wen.

She said that almost everyone in the village who could come to the village entrance was here, about a hundred people.

This is roughly equivalent to the current number of survivors in the village.

After listening to the report, Wang Wen nodded and told her to go eat at the rice bucket and also to be in charge of distributing food to the villagers, while he silently pondered.

The woman approached the rice bucket.

I saw Cheng Queyi feeding porridge to the child.

The child disliked the taste of the porridge, finding it inferior to bread, and refused to eat it, preferring to eat his books and bread instead.

The woman walked over and slapped the child's bottom.

Cheng Queyi quickly stopped her. "It's alright, it's alright, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat, don't hit the child."

The woman said apologetically to Cheng Queyi, "He even dared to refuse the food that the master had kindly offered. These past years, we've been living in hardship and haven't disciplined him enough, so he's become too unruly. Please forgive him."

"It's alright," Cheng Queyi shook her head and said, "I'm just worried that he's been hungry for too long and eating so much bread all at once won't be easy to digest. Drinking some hot porridge will be better for his health. If he doesn't want to eat, he doesn't have to. It's fine."

The woman bowed gratefully to Cheng Queyi again to express her thanks.

He then went to the village entrance and called out to the anxious villagers, "Those who want food, come with me."

The villagers looked at each other, not daring to move.

The woman used a large ladle to scoop a bowl of messy porridge from the rice bucket.

Seeing the grains of rice inside moved me.

Upon seeing the vegetables, eggs, and sliced meat, he couldn't resist drinking it himself in front of the villagers.

The hot porridge was eaten.

It was as if the parched, cracked ground had been filled with spring rain.

The woman almost swallowed her tears because she couldn't remember the last time she had tasted such flavor.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she chewed the meat and vegetables in her porridge, bite by bite.

I felt a moist and warm sensation spreading from my mouth down my throat to my stomach.

My body came back to life and became warm.

In comparison, the bread given by the "Demon" may taste delicious, but it is still just bread.

Nothing compares to this hearty, warm bowl of rice porridge with meat, vegetables, and plenty of heat.

The villagers saw the woman drinking it with relish.

He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Some of the bolder ones ventured out of the village and approached her.

He glanced at the injured man lying on the ground bleeding beside him, then at the two fierce-looking men guarding the large barrel, and finally at a certain deity in the distance who seemed to have "completed his ritual."

Quietly, he asked the woman, "Dog Egg's mother, you said there were adults distributing porridge at the village entrance, were they them? It doesn't seem like it. They even started hitting people. Two Oxen haven't made a sound for a long time, they're probably dead!"

The woman glanced at the people lying on the ground, shook her head, and said to the questioner, "Giving out porridge is giving out porridge, but it's not charity. These people are Demon; they have conditions for giving food. You must have broken the rules and offended them. You deserve to die."

The nearby villagers heard this.

They gasped in astonishment. "Demon? What Demon? Is it real?"

"You even have to make requests when you give food?"

The crowd murmured among themselves.

"So many rules over a few grains of rice! We might as well not eat this!"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The villagers quickly moved aside, revealing a young man inside.

The young man looked around in confusion. "What? Did I say something wrong? You all saw how arrogant they were!"

The woman, holding a large ladle, looked at him and smiled, "You're right, it's fine not to eat this kind of food. Don't worry, no one is forcing you to eat it."

Immediately, a villager raised his broken bowl and walked up to the woman, saying, "I'll eat, I'll eat. I'm worthless, I'll eat as long as you give me food."

"Me too." Another villager followed behind, rubbing his stomach in pain. "I haven't seen rice for half a year. Now, I'll do anything if someone gives me a bite to eat."

The other villagers quickly lined up, one after another, behaving obediently and well.

The young man, who was pushed out of the line, was completely taken aback.

He was furious at the sight of his fellow villagers who were "completely without principles".

Pointing to the bodies that had been knocked to the ground, he said, "Are you all blind? Can't you see these dead people? They killed them all!"

The villagers who received the meat porridge happily drank it.

Those who were slightly hungry were still huddled together, discussing whose bowl had more food.

Many people finished their drinks in a few gulps and obediently joined the queue to wait for their second bowl.

After finishing bowls of nutritious hot porridge, the villagers gradually began to smile.

Hearing what the young man said.

Someone joked with him, "What's the big deal about dead people? People starve to death in the village every day. Being beaten to death here is better than starving to death."

Before he could finish speaking...

A black tornado rose up again in the distance.

The villagers, bowls in hand, sipped their porridge and squinted as they admired the black tornado.

A short while later.

The bodies lying on the ground all stirred.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Some even sat up, sniffing the gradually spreading aroma of the meat porridge.

The villagers were stunned again.

The young man looked at the people who had come back to life.

He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

The person who had teased him earlier swallowed hard and said, "Look, even the dead have come back to life now, and they all have food to eat. You have nothing to eat, aren't you happy?"

The young man stubbornly snorted.

He turned and left.

I had only taken a couple of steps when I realized that there seemed to be something extra in my stomach.

He suddenly felt a sense of fullness that he had almost forgotten.

My stomach is churning.

I couldn't help but burp.

The aroma of a mouthful of braised beef noodles surged from my stomach and flowed down my esophagus and out my throat.

The young man quickly shut his mouth.

I couldn't bear to let go of that last breath.

And inhale deeply through your nose, sucking back any burps that might accidentally escape.