"Starting from tomorrow, I want you to give porridge everywhere in the city, including the docks. Add salt to the porridge and insert chopsticks so that it doesn't fall over. In one sentence, if another refugee dies of hunger, I will take your heads off your neck. Can you do this?"

Qin He's eyes instantly turned cold.

"I can do it, I can do it!"

"No problem, we must meet the requirements of the Great Immortal!"

The two of them nodded quickly. No matter what the situation is now, survival is the most important thing.

"Okay, remember what you said, your lives are with me." After Qin He finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.

Another apparation.

Come back to someone else.

His hair was gray and his body was covered with knives. He held a large ginseng in his arms and looked stunned.

The chief butler was stunned. Isn't this the treasure of the palace, a two-thousand-year-old wild ginseng that has been passed down for two generations and he didn't even keep the key?

How could it be?

After a pause, the old housekeeper glared, punched the gray-haired old man, and roared: "Spend three swords, you thief!"
Chapter completed!