On the mass grave, Chen Xuan woke up after choking on mold cakes. When he opened his eyes, he saw the refugee hell in the third year of Zhenguan.
The public support value is negative 100, and the system only gives three days to survive.
But he discovered that what is most lacking in this world is not food, but human dignity.
The rich households feed the steamed buns to their dogs, but the refugees rush to eat them;
The three-year-old boy disappeared and was eaten by his fellow villagers.
Chen Xuan drew his sword and established a rule: Those who eat people will die!
He led the refugees to dig wells, identify wild vegetables, build a public trial platform, and even moved out of the Tang Dynasty to run official duties.
A piece of jade pendant belonging to the maid of the county magistrate's house led to the shocking account book of the private storage of three thousand dan in the granary.
When Mr. Zhao's carriage ran over the hungry corpses, and when the county magistrate's minions showed their iron rulers, Chen Xuan clutched the evidence of guilt in his arms.
He wanted this world of cannibals to taste the taste of backlash.
Three days later, Huazhou was shaken.
