As the authorities forcibly confiscated the property of wealthy merchants and local magnates to gather grain, the situation in Chizhou began to stabilize.
So far, only Chizhou had seen confiscations. The Black Tortoise Kingdom had left wealthy merchants elsewhere untouched, with the authorities still negotiating to borrow or buy grain.
After all, Chizhou had already been teetering on the brink of unrest. Rather than kill farmers who only wanted to survive, it was better to kill those unscrupulous merchants hoping to profit from the disaster.
But other places were relatively stable, so they could not act with such abandon there.
Different situations naturally could not all be handled with the same approach.
Confiscating the property of Chizhou's wealthy households alone was actually not enough to resolve this disaster.
It could only stabilize the current situation for now.
At present, the disaster victims were gathered along a line west of Chizhou, where the Imperial Court coordinated relief efforts.
Whatever the case, the victims now had food, and the situation had finally stabilized. Chizhou, once a powder keg, was settling down again.
For most people, this was a good thing.
After all, they finally had hope of staying alive.
Naturally, there were also people who bitterly detested this turn of events.
Li Zhong was one of them.
Strictly speaking, he was someone stuck in the middle.
He had a spiritual root stronger than an ordinary mixed spiritual root, but only by so much. Though it had been something of a stretch, he had managed to set foot on the Immortal Path through a fortunate coincidence.
Although Li Zhong had taken plenty of wrong turns, his spiritual root, inferior to the best but better than the worst, had still allowed him to exhaust every means and enter the Foundation Establishment Boundary.
Yet after