Chapter 23: with translation of chapter title

Is it time to distribute supplies? I heard Ye Heng, Team Captain, recently met a benefactor; the water and fine grain we previously received were given by that benefactor.

I heard my spouse talking in their sleep at night, mentioning something like a goddess; it seems Ye Heng, Team Captain, is working with immortals.

Do you also believe the dream talk your spouse spouts? Where would immortals come from in this world? If they truly existed, seeing the people's suffering, why wouldn't they descend to help us?

Regardless, Ye Heng, Team Captain, finding so many supplies is a good thing; maybe our Bi Hu Suo won't have to go hungry anymore.

Ye Heng scanned the crowd's expectant gazes, then nodded at Sun Hao.

The next second, Sun Hao walked to the corner of the tent and flung open the cover.

White steamed buns instantly came into view, and there were even many things they had never seen before.

In an instant, the entire tent erupted.

Some impatient refugees even made a move to rush up and loot, but were stopped by the armed team members with live ammunition.

The team members furtively shook their heads at their own families; they had already instructed them at home last night, and the authority to distribute these supplies rests entirely in Ye Heng's hands.

Only Ye Heng is in contact with the goddess; clever people guess it might be related to the space he possesses.

That is to say, besides Ye Heng, none of them can establish contact with the goddess.

Although obtaining these supplies also involved their effort, without Ye Heng's connection they still couldn't get such good supplies, and would have to keep eating toxic, spoiled food.

Therefore, no matter what, they must not defy Ye Heng.

Before, they already admired Ye Heng's leadership, willingly serving under him, and will only become more loyal in the future.

At the scene, a few impatient refugees, seeing this, shrank back and dared not make any further moves.

Ye Heng looked sternly at each person and said:

"Supplies are hard to come by; I, Ye Heng, am not an unreasonable tyrant. As long as you abide by the rules and continually contribute to everyone's survival, you will surely receive your due share—but…"

Ye Heng shifted his tone, and his voice suddenly became sharp.

"If anyone dares to cross the line and break the rules, I also have the authority to exercise the Bi Hu Suo team leader's power to expel them!"

Being alone means death.

As soon as Ye Heng said that, everyone was shocked and rid themselves of any improper thoughts.

Those few who had just couldn't resist wanting to loot the supplies lowered their heads and dared not speak.

As long as they follow the Bi Hu Suo rules and put in a certain amount of labor, they will receive stable supply distribution; otherwise, they will be expelled to fend for themselves.

How to choose, everyone already had an answer in their hearts.

Ye Heng was very pleased with everyone's reaction, and then added:

"I believe some of you have already heard rumors that these supplies came with a benefactor's help; that's correct—I did indeed meet a benefactor, she is the kindest person in this world, and these supplies are all provided by her."

Ye Heng's words stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone was astonished.

Does such a great person really exist in this world?

The current Fe Tu Shi Jie is almost hell, yet someone is so kind-hearted as to give them, these lowly civilians, so many top-tier supplies.

"Ye Heng, Team Captain, that benefactor—no, an immortal—does that immortal truly intend to keep supplying us?"

"First, you must be clear: the goddess has no obligation to help us! This all depends on our performance; whoever angers the goddess might find she no longer cares for us."

As soon as his words fell, everyone grew tense.

"We will never disappoint the goddess; Ye Heng, Team Captain, please be sure to tell her to rest easy—we will follow her divine guidance."

"From now on, whoever dares to defy the goddess's edict will be the enemy of the entire Bi Hu Suo!"

Ye Heng nodded in satisfaction; using this to constrain their behavior is actually not a bad method.

After all, he truly dares not guarantee what kind of mishap might arise under the drive of profit.

If they believe in the divine sayings, it could instead establish faith from then on, with reverence in their hearts, making management easier.

"Your promises, I will convey to the goddess; now we will distribute the supplies."

Ye Heng began to introduce the supplies situation, and everyone widened their eyes.

"These are buns and steamed buns; eat them after heating. The round buns have filling, and there are also meat buns."

"These are roasted sweet potatoes; you can put them in the fire to roast again."

"The yellow fruit is called tangerine; peel and eat it. The goddess said the peel need not be thrown away—it can be boiled in water to drink, or dried and added to the fine grain to repel insects."

"Lastly, the goddess gave us many cabbages; each household may take one head, how to eat it and for how long is up to you!"

Ye Heng finished his introduction in one breath, and the crowd erupted in exclamations, nearly overturning the tent.

"We get to eat meat! I've never even heard of meat buns before!"

"Roasted sweet potatoes sound delicious too, and there's fresh fruit, even fresher than the grapes last time!"

"There's actually cabbage—how great! This is a vegetable that only the elite in the special zone can eat; the goddess has been truly kind to us, I wish to follow her forever!"

"Long live the goddess!"

——

Lin Meng had just taken her seat in first class when she felt a wave of warmth wash over her, as if a beam of sunlight had poured directly into her body.

The fatigue she had felt vanished instantly, and she suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic.

She blinked in disbelief—could it be that this is her first chance to enjoy first class, so even her body is cheering for her?

After more than two hours of flight, the plane finally arrived at Jing Shi.

Lin Meng got off the plane, took out her phone to send a message to a number, then headed straight for Ling Qing Si.

Grandfather wanted a memorial tablet for the afterlife, so we'll do as he wishes.

However, the incense at Ling Qing Si is extremely prosperous, with countless visitors coming by reputation; a vacant spot in the memorial hall is hard to come by and comes at a high price.

Lin Meng briefly looked into it and couldn't help but inwardly click her tongue.

Could it be that Grandfather knows she has money and that's why he sent her here?

The price for this memorial tablet is almost on par with a house in Qing Tang Town.

Before coming, she had also looked into it; generally, the price for enshrining a memorial tablet at an ordinary temple is only a few thousand a year, while a well-known temple costs over ten thousand.

But she didn't expect that the Ling Qing Si memorial hall had so few vacancies that they demanded a flat fee of 500,000, and only for a sixty-year term.

Although the annual cost works out to less than ten thousand, it must be paid in full at once, and loans are not an option.

For those filial descendants who wish to honor their ancestors, even the choice of temple has already been divided into grades.

Indeed, it bears out the saying: if praying to Buddha were effective, ordinary people wouldn't even have the right to set foot in a temple.

But Grandfather believes in this, he gave specific instructions, and even designated this temple; Lin Meng could only steel herself and see to it properly for him.

Although she doesn't really believe in this, she now has no say in the matter.

The old master's requests must take priority.