Talk About Bragging, How Do You Really Have The Qualifications Of The Great Emperor?

Chapter 46: Whose Family Donates for Disaster Relief, Let's Eat Pork Stewed with Vermicelli?

The sun rises in the morning.

Wang Xiu opens his eyes and wakes up from his meditation.

Clang~

Clang~

Clang~

The Immortal Execution sword, placed on the bedside, is trembling continuously, conveying a sense of "hunger" to Wang Xiu.

Wang Xiu: ???

Why is this little sword acting up so early in the morning?

Wait a moment...

Why is there such a strong smell of blood in the air?

Wang Xiu's pupils shrink.

When in a meditative state, cultivators forget about worldly matters, unless there is a threat to their own safety, their perception of the surroundings will slightly decrease.

But now, as he comes out of his meditative state, he immediately smells the strong scent of blood.

"Could it be that a fierce ghost has gone out of control and started a killing spree?"

This thought arises in Wang Xiu's mind, but he quickly dismisses it.

"It's not human blood."

Wang Xiu mutters to himself. As a disciple of the Daoist sect who often goes down the mountain for missions, Wang Xiu is quite sensitive to the smell of human blood.

At this moment, the strong smell of blood in the air is not human blood, but rather the blood of some kind of livestock.

"You foolish thing!"

Wang Xiu picks up the Immortal Execution sword from the bedside and scolds with a laugh, "You, a dignified Spirit Weapon, have such low standards that you even crave the blood of ordinary animals..."

Wait a moment!

Who said that a Spirit Weapon can't drink the blood of ordinary animals?

In Wang Xiu's mind, a sudden realization strikes like a bolt of lightning, and he suddenly sees a new world opening up before him.

That's right!

The Immortal Execution sword can devour the essence blood to grow stronger, but who said it can only devour the essence blood of humans and demons?

The blood of pigs, cows, sheep, and the like may have less spiritual energy and essence, but it's cheap and abundant!

Not enough with one bucket?

If one bucket is not enough, then ten buckets. If ten buckets are not enough, then a hundred buckets, a thousand buckets!

You see, in the mortal world, pig's blood is very cheap, you can buy a pound for two wen, and one or two silver can buy five hundred pounds.

1000 spirit stones is equivalent to 1000 taels of gold, 10,000 taels of silver.

If used to buy pig's blood and the like, it can buy five million pounds of pig's blood. As long as the supply is sufficient, this sword can be fed to death!

Thinking of this, a fiery excitement rises in Wang Xiu's heart, and he flies on his sword towards the location sensed by the Immortal Execution sword.

...

Maple City.

The He's slaughterhouse, where fat pigs are brought in, tied up and placed on the butchering table.

Over a hundred burly butchers, like emotionless killers, repeat the process of slaughtering and chopping meat, skillfully and cleanly.

"Guys!"

"Work hard!"

Although still young, the already pot-bellied He Yuanwai walks around the slaughterhouse with a smile on his face, saying, "My father's seventh-day memorial has passed, it's a joyous occasion!"

"From now on, I am the master, I am the lord."

"I, as the master, will hold a seven-day disaster relief event in various places in Maple City. The people of the whole city can eat and drink for free, with big bowls of rice, big steamed buns, and pork stewed with vermicelli."

"Everyone, eat as much as you want!"

"And, for the workers who have been working overtime these days, their wages will be doubled, and each person will receive a large pork elbow."

As soon as he finishes speaking, grateful and congratulatory voices immediately sound from all around, and they are truly heartfelt.

"Master, you're generous!"

"Master, you are a great man!"

"No wonder the He family is ranked first among the four major families in Maple City."

"Just based on your magnanimity, you deserve to be the richest man!"

...

Listening to the compliments and flattery from his subordinates, He Yuanwai is delighted.

However, he soon sees a sword light shooting down from the sky. When the sword light lands and turns into a white-clad youth, who else could it be if not Daoist Wang?

"Sss~"

Mr. He shivered and quickly shook his head, saying, "Everyone, don't thank me, thank Daoist Wang Xiu instead!"

"Wang Xiu, a true disciple of the Three Purities Immortal Gate, a true immortal."

"He helped my father transcend and performed rituals with great integrity, without seeking any reward. Even after my repeated requests, he still refused to accept the gift of a thousand taels of gold."

"Of course."

"In the end, Daoist Wang Xiu was moved by my sincerity and filial piety, and accepted the thousand taels of gold from my He family. However, he did not take it for himself."

"Wang Xiu has decided to use this thousand taels of gold to provide free porridge and medicine, and contribute to the poor people in the city."

"Come! Let us cheer for the Three Purities Immortal Gate and for Daoist Wang Xiu!"

Suddenly,

Cheers from the butchers resounded from all directions in the slaughterhouse.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

...

My goodness.

I asked you to provide relief and help the impoverished people by providing porridge, but is this how you're helping?

Looking around the slaughterhouse, Wang Xiu's mouth twitched slightly. There were at least over two thousand piles of pork, densely packed like small mountains!

The released pig blood, bucket after bucket, if it were all poured into a pool, it would be enough to form a small pond.

No wonder the Immortal Execution Sword, infused with the blood of the underworld, couldn't help but tremble and make a resounding sound.

Indeed.

In principle, a Spirit Weapon like this shouldn't be interested in pig blood, but there was just too much of it here!

"Stop!"

Wang Xiu sighed helplessly, his anger suppressed, and he thundered, "Don't kill them for now."

Suddenly,

The entire slaughterhouse fell silent, and everyone looked at Wang Xiu with puzzled expressions.

Mr. He scratched his head and asked, "Daoist, what's wrong?"

Wang Xiu helplessly said, "I said it was for disaster relief!"

"Not to invite the entire city to eat."

Mr. He naturally replied, "Oh, of course! Disaster relief. I heard you, inviting the poor people in the city to eat white rice and steamed buns!"

"And also,"

"Our He family is the largest pig farming household within a few hundred miles. We raise over ten thousand pigs, and we are responsible for the supply of pork to several nearby cities!"

"Daoist!"

"I dare say that among the dozen or so cities nearby, there is definitely no other wealthy person as generous as you, using pork to stew noodles for disaster relief!"

"How about it, Daoist? This kind of disaster relief treatment won't demean your identity as a true disciple of the Immortal Gate, right?"

Mr. He's face was full of pride as he patted his chest.

I really should thank you!

After observing Mr. He for a while, Wang Xiu realized that this guy seemed to have no ulterior motives and was genuinely naive.

Wang Xiu sighed, "How can disaster relief be a show?"

"Have you considered how many permanent residents there are in Maple City, and how many refugees have come from other places?"

Mr. He: ???

The old steward beside him saw the situation and explained, "There are approximately over 800,000 permanent residents in Maple City, and about 100,000 refugees from other places."

Wang Xiu nodded, "A thousand taels of gold, ten thousand taels of silver, may sound like a huge sum."

"But if we calculate based on 50 wen per jin of pork, one tael of silver can only buy 20 jin of pork. With ten thousand taels of silver, it's only 200,000 jin of pork."

"200,000 jin of pork, to feed over 800,000 people with pork stewed noodles for seven days, do you think this amount of meat is enough?"

Mr. He counted on his fingers for a long time, still looking confused.

"Not... not enough?"

(End of this chapter)