The little sister is good at playing Tik Tok, and the ancestor is the first on the list

Chapter 418: The last thing you can gamble on in the face of natural disasters is human nature

The monks set up a magic circle in this camp.

The cold air outside couldn't get in, and there was firewood burning, so it was still relatively warm.

Two unfamiliar monks came to the camp, attracting the attention of the victims in the camp.

"These two are so handsome!"

"Hey! All the immortal cultivators are handsome!"

"No, I think these two are particularly handsome!"

"I don't know if this girl in red is married, otherwise she would be a great wife for my son."

"Oh! What are you dreaming of? If a natural disaster strikes, we'll be in danger from day to day, and we might even lose our lives. And you're still thinking of finding a wife for your son? Besides, those who can cultivate immortality are those with great opportunities and abilities. And this girl is so stunningly beautiful, how could she be interested in your son?"

Grandma Wang curled her lips and said, "How can he not be worthy? My son is a good boy in the whole area. Before the natural disaster, I don't know how many beautiful girls liked him. Even the county magistrate's daughter was interested in him!"

"Just blow it!"

Jiang Yuezhi enthusiastically helped Xie Fu and the others to serve two bowls of hot porridge. Seeing how exhausted they looked, she couldn't help but worry, "Junior Sister, why are you here?"

Xie Fu held the hot porridge in his hands, slurped it up, and as the warmth flowed down his stomach, he felt much better. "There are too many ghosts, the underworld is about to burst. Let's go up and see what's going on."

Jiang Yuezhi's eyes, as white as autumn water, were filled with sorrow. "The human world is experiencing a cold winter right now. Many people have frozen to death or starved to death."

"Senior Sister, did you build this camp?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuezhi nodded.

Xie Fu took a quick look and saw that there were about two thousand people in the entire camp, mostly men.

In the face of such a natural disaster, it must have been very difficult for Senior Sister Jiang and the others to set up the camp in such a short time.

"So what are your plans next, Senior Sister?"

"We plan to have the refugees build a shelter with us. After all, there's strength in numbers. There are still many disaster victims out there, and relying on just a few hundred monks like us is definitely not enough. Food is also a big problem. Even if we cook the food we brought into porridge every day, it can only last for three or four days."

"These people probably won't want to share shelter with you, right? Even if they were willing, they probably wouldn't give it their all."

"How do you know?" Jiang Yuezhi asked in surprise.

Xie Fu curled his lips. "If a person doesn't work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. After escaping death with great difficulty, how can I be willing to take risks for others again?"

The people here are different from those on Blue Star. They have all received nine years of compulsory education.

Nor is his comprehension higher than that of a monk.

Most of them are still ignorant people.

Jiang Yuezhi lowered his eyes, "I didn't expect this."

Xie Fu glanced at the dense crowd again with his peripheral vision.

These people's eyes became fierce due to long-term hunger.

just wait.

The trouble is yet to come.

"Junior Sister, do you have any good ideas?"

Xu Yizhou and other cultivators looked at Xie Fu. They subconsciously felt that Xie Fu must have a way.

After all, she is someone who always brings surprises and hope to others.

"I don't have any other solutions, but I suggest you stop eating white porridge first."

"Stop the porridge? How can that be possible?"

"If you can't even have a bowl of hot porridge in such cold weather, you'll just be waiting to die!"

"Xie Fu, we originally thought you were here to help, but now it seems you're here to cause trouble, right?"

Xie Fu curled her lips and looked at the cultivator who said she was causing trouble. "I'm also doing this for the underworld. What good can I gain from causing trouble for you?"

Jiang Yuezhi frowned, "But Junior Sister, the porridge really can't stop, otherwise they will all die."

"I know they will die, but do you understand the principle of gratitude and resentment? Today you give them porridge, you are their benefactor, and they call you immortal. But if you stop giving them porridge in a few days, you will be their father's murderer."

"I understand this logic, but I think they should understand us by then. After all, there was a natural disaster before us, and our resources are limited."

"But Senior Sister, the last thing you can gamble with in the face of a natural disaster is human nature."

Jiang Yuezhi remained silent, but the cultivator beside her said, "Senior Sister Jiang, you must not listen to your junior sister! What she says may sound reasonable, but it's completely useless! If the porridge stops, everyone here will die! Wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?"

"that is!"

"This little girl has no compassion at all!"

Xu Yizhou wanted to say something for Xie Fu, but Xie Fu shook his head and motioned him to sit aside.

"Sister Fu, why don't you explain again?"

Although Xie Fu didn't give a definite solution just now, what he said was all the truth.

After a few days, when the food runs out, this place will fall into a dead end and even riots will occur.

"They all care about the people of the world, and this is a good time to make a contribution. If I say a few more words, won't I be the villain who shatters their heroic dreams?"

"It seems so."

Xu Yizhou felt that Xie Fu had something particularly amazing about him.

She can see what others want at a glance.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Do nothing, just sleep."

"Huh? Just waiting?"

"Well, they won't believe anything I say now. I can only wait for them to sink on their own."

The next few days.

Xie Fu and the others didn't rest completely.

Instead, he helped everyone with some odd jobs like cooking porridge and collecting firewood.

Xie Fu was very strong, so he took on the responsibility of being the chef.

At noon, Jiang Yuezhi returned with the camp team. Shaking off the frost and snow on her outer robe, she comforted the crowd, "Everyone has worked hard."

The men joked, "We are not tired, the Taoist priests are the ones who are really tired."

A monk muttered, "What's the point of working so hard? All we do all day is talk and not do any real work."

Jiang Yuezhi touched the man's arm, and the man stopped complaining.

They think about making a living all day long, so how can they work hard?

After a few days, no food was found, no new camp was set up, and bad news came.

That means there is no food.

After drinking two meals of rice soup, the refugees became angry.

He threw the bowl down and said, "Rice soup, rice soup! Rice soup again!"

"He's already had so much rice soup!"

"What rice soup? This is pure water! Damn it, these monks don't even treat us as human beings!"

"You're going too far. Although we are cultivators, we are not gods, and our resources are limited. Regardless, we are doing our best to help everyone."

"So? Is this how you help us?"

"Haha, you think I'll be grateful to you just for boiling some water for me? No way!"

"Who knows if you guys are greedy for any benefits!"

"Besides, we've done so much work these past few days, you should give us some compensation!"

"You, you guys!" The monks were speechless.

After a long pause, he retorted, "That's considered work. All of you combined haven't done as much as one of us these days. Besides, this work isn't for us, but for the refugees down the mountain!"

"There's no food, so you'll starve anyway if you hide here. I think you're all just wasting your time!"

What followed was endless quarreling.

The monks were exhausted and said self-deprecatingly, "Xie Fu was right. Now we are enemies."