Ao Bing sat on a rock, with Little Dragon Girl standing beside him.
Ao Bing went about his work methodically. Right from the start, he organized workers to fell trees and quarry stone, and soon they had erected shelters on the open plain.
The Marquis of Caozhou should have been responsible for providing grain for disaster relief, but unfortunately, he claimed his household had no grain to spare and refused to help.
Fortunately, You Hun arrived. Using the Dark Phoenix Jade Pendant, Ao Bing requisitioned grain and copper pots from Su Hu, the Marquis of neighboring Jizhou.
Su Hu coveted this upgraded Dark Phoenix Jade Pendant. His own was still the one from two years ago-an outdated model that was awkward to use.
Foxtail millet porridge simmered in the pots, sending enticing aromas drifting through the air.
The ragged commoners in the shelters looked toward the fragrance and secretly swallowed their saliva, yet none of them moved.
Conflict showed on many of their faces. They hesitated, not daring to approach.
Little Dragon Girl stamped her feet in frustration. "We're giving them free foxtail millet and even cooking it into porridge for them. Do I have to feed it straight into their mouths? We don't even have bowls or chopsticks. What would I feed them with?"
Ao Bing was anxious too, but he did not stamp his feet, mainly because he could not.
An odd gleam flashed through his eyes, and he looked thoughtful. "Little sister, use your wondrous thousand-year conch to tell everyone to come and collect their porridge."
Dressed in splendid robes, Little Dragon Girl was exceptionally beautiful. After blowing the conch, her cheeks were red and puffed out.
It had been no use. She was puffing them out in anger.
The thousand-year conch was a magic treasure. Back