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Chapter 118: Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: The Cold Winter (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

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Tang Ming wore an awkward expression as he walked onto the stage, taking over the three wooden crates.

As one of the representatives of the branch clans, he had never imagined things would escalate to such a degree.

He wanted to say a few words in explanation because he knew that most people were only provoked and didn’t really have any complaints with Tang Zhi.

“Sect Head, in reality…”

Tang Zhi waved his hand, cutting off his intended speech. In an indifferent tone, he said, “I know what you want to say. I was the one at fault in this issue. I made the original promise of these lands. You’ve distributed them based on contribution, now, you may leave. The singing and dancing shall continue.” Tang Ming had no choice but to nod and salute, leading several stewards off the main stage and toward his own seat.

“The Sect Head is carving off his own flesh.” Tang Luo watched Tang Zhi declaring this year’s dividends on stage. He said lightly.

Xu Shuhui was confused and asked him, “What do you mean?”

“Clearly, the land was just bait Sect Head released then. The purpose was to encourage the branch clan leaders to gather the grain with all their strength. Even if they received the land, it would be after the Sect Head’s plan succeeded. The impeachment by the branch clans made the Sect Head feel people’s hearts were deviating, he had no choice but to appease them with the land.” Tang Luo shook his head regrettably. “But Xiling City has been peaceful for a long time. Where could there be so much vacant land in North City? Therefore, I think all these lands originally belonged to the Sect Head’s lineage.”

Listening to Tang Luo’s comments, Xu Shuhui’s eyes lit up with admiration. Although she already knew her son was smart, she had not expected him to be this insightful.

Even Tang Sen nodded in approval. He was curious about Tang Luo’s opinion because it seemed that gathering the refugees was not the entirety of Tang Zhi’s plan. This piqued his interest, prompting him to ask: “What do you think is the Sect Head’s plan?”

in Xiling worth his long-term plotting is the Mi Clan. But as for the specifics of his plan, I still have no clue.” The martial strength of the Tang Clan and the Mi Clan was far superior to the other clans in Xiling. There might be hundreds of thousands of refugees, but the number of fighters who had transcended the Mortal Realm was at most in the thousands. Fierce

family had a few more fighters, but this was not a decisive force. Therefore, gathering refugees was definitely not Tang Zhi’s objective. This kind of plan that would only yield results after a hundred years was not

aback. As the First Head of the Martial Hall, he understood part of Tang Zhi’s plan. But the fact that Tang Luo could guess parts of it based on speculation truly made him

a martial arts genius but

and meat. Yet on the streets, there are

festivals of the nobility, the common people of Xiling were

full months, there was no grain for sale in Xiling. All the rice shops on the market

copper coins, but this year, even stale grain was unavailable. On the market, only expensive vegetables

ruffians, who would take away a large part of

all the ruffians chose to ignore the lives of the beggars. After all, who would buy such expensive food for a bunch

could survive, then it was their

Fengqing Alley

an abandoned courtyard, a group of children

girls, the oldest no more than seven or eight, and the youngest only three or four, huddled around the fire, warming their hands. “Brother Bai isn’t here yet?” A little girl

seven or eight-year-old boy wore an oversized jacket, his childish face filled

little Ya,

will definitely bring us

other children echoed their agreement, their mouths watering from anticipation. They

open. The children exchanged worried glances and

people like Big Brother Bai. There were also many frustrated ruffians. If they were caught, they would become slaves to those

on the streets. Before

carrying a large pot scanned the area for a while,

the pot and clapped his hands, announcing, “Children, it’s me.