153: compassion

Qin Shilei also refreshed Zhang Xiaoli's third entry, fixing a quick recovery entry that could speed up her mental energy recovery.

He then proceeded to refresh the entries of the three purple-grade pieces of equipment he had just obtained.

dragon scale armor (Purple): Forged from the scales of a flood dragon, it possesses excellent defensive capabilities.

Additional Entry: Double Defense (Red).

Qin Shilei used this to replace the Golden Silk Soft Armor.

Void Chain (Purple): Grants three opportunities daily to enter the void, each lasting ten seconds.

Additional Entry: Void Walk (Purple): After entering the void, one can traverse the void to appear anywhere within a five-hundred-meter radius.

Qin Shilei pondered for a moment and had An Qian wear this necklace.

Moon Elf Staff (Purple): Legend has it that this staff was crafted by a master elf from a branch of a divine tree, capable of doubling the power of wood-attribute abilities.

Additional Entry: Elf Guardian (Purple): Summons a Moon Elf whose strength is equivalent to the host's cultivation, existing for ten minutes with a two-hour cooldown.

This emerald-green staff was clearly for Zhang Xiaoli, and Qin Shilei handed it to her with a smile.

Of the remaining items, the two women each picked out what suited them, then put everything back into Qin Shilei's Qiankun Ring.

The next morning.

As Qin Shilei came downstairs, he found Zhang Qiang and the others sitting in the living room with grim expressions.

Zhang Cheng frowned and said, "Shi Lei, tens of thousands of elderly, weak, women, and children have gathered outside our community, begging you to release food to save them."

Zhang Xiaoli said resentfully, "I don't know which bastard leaked the news that you have a lot of food. If I find out, I'll make him pay."

Zhang Cheng continued, "Among those refugees, there's also a rumor circulating that there's a lot of food inside our Chiyuan Mansion."

"Awed by the reputation of the Panshi Battle Group, they temporarily don't dare to rush into the community, but this is ultimately a major hidden danger."

The Panshi Battle Group had already recruited three thousand people, and with their respective family members, Chiyuan Mansion was now fully occupied with seven to eight thousand people.

Although the refugees had a numerical advantage, their combat power was low, so they did not dare to assault the community.

Qin Shilei turned to Kong Qingshu and asked, "Was the relief porridge station I entrusted the military to set up handled?"

Kong Qingshu nodded and replied, "Twenty to thirty points were opened, but you only requested distribution to children under twelve, which has repeatedly caused riots among adult refugees, so it's probably difficult to continue."

Qin Shilei pondered for a moment, just about to state his solution, when He Kaige suddenly rushed in.

"Group Leader, those refugees clashed with our people and are about to start fighting."

Qin Shilei's face darkened, and he stood up: "Let's go, we'll go out and see."

Upon reaching the community gate, he found a bustling crowd outside, completely blocking the community's entrance and exit roads.

"Move out of the way immediately, or we won't be polite!" a captain from the Panshi Battle Group shouted sternly.

"Sir, please give us something to eat, just a little bit."

"Sir, I haven't eaten anything for two days. Please have mercy and give us something to eat."

"Sir, please give me some food to save my old life."

Countless emaciated, sixty to seventy-year-old people, shaking the community's iron gate while pleading.

The captain's face darkened, and he was about to order his men to drive these people away when he suddenly noticed Qin Shilei and the others approaching.

"Group Leader, they've blocked all the roads; we can't get in or out at all."

Qin Shilei looked up, and it was densely packed with people.

Most were elderly, weak, women, and children, with a small portion being thin men who were starving.

Looking at the elderly in front of him who looked like they would collapse with a gust of wind, Qin Shilei suddenly thought of his grandfather.

His grandfather was tall and thin, and when he was little, he always liked to take him to catch fish and shrimp in the stream.

For a moment, he felt a surge of compassion.

"Shi Lei, why don't we give them something to eat?" An Qian's gentle voice suddenly echoed beside him.

She wasn't inherently a pushover, but when she had the ability, she didn't mind helping others.

"Qin Ge, why don't we give them a jin of food each and let them all leave?" Zhang Xiaoli also spoke up.

One jin per person, with twenty to thirty thousand people here, that was only a little over ten tons of food, which was just a drop in the ocean for Qin Shilei.

"Alright." Qin Shilei turned to Zhang Qiang and said, "Go call all our people to help distribute the food."

Some people in front, hearing Qin Shilei say he would distribute food, rejoiced and expressed their gratitude: "Thank you, you are truly living Bodhisattvas."

Some people in the back, hearing the grateful words from those in front, mistakenly thought they had already received food. In their urgency, they pushed and shoved to get to the front.

For a moment, the community's iron gate was almost pushed open by the surging crowd.

Qin Shilei lightly leaped onto the roof of the guardhouse: "Stop! Those who want food, line up in front of that square. Whoever pushes forward again won't get a single grain of food!"

His voice boomed, carrying hundreds of meters away.

Perhaps it was the content of his words, or perhaps the hint of killing intent in his voice, but the noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

While everyone was still hesitating, a few individuals began to run towards the square.

Under the influence of herd mentality, most people began to move towards the square.

Qin Shilei summoned Xiao Qiang from his pet space, jumped onto its back, and was the first to arrive at the square.

He took out red paint and sprayed many red lines.

"Line up in rows according to the red lines. After receiving your food, leave immediately. If anyone dares to block the community gate again, they will be killed without mercy!"

At this moment, Zhang Qiang also led five hundred members of the Panshi Battle Group, parting the crowd to approach Qin Shilei: "Group Leader, are five hundred people enough?"

Qin Shilei nodded and instructed, "Two hundred people will distribute food here, and the other three hundred will maintain order."

With that, he waved his hand, and countless bags of white rice appeared beside him.

To do a good deed thoroughly, he specifically chose the rice he had taken from the Supermarket before, not paddy.

Then he threw out nearly two hundred stainless steel plates.

These plates, when filled, contained about a jin of rice, just enough for distribution.

Under the forceful maintenance of the Panshi members, these elderly, weak, women, and children walked forward in order to receive their food, then left through the left passage.

A Panshi member scooped a plate of rice, a refugee stepped forward to put it into their space ring, then turned and left. The entire process took less than ten seconds.

Thirty thousand refugees were divided into one hundred columns, with each column having three hundred people.

It would only take about three thousand seconds for two members in one column to finish distributing the food.

However, Qin Shilei stood there for nearly half an hour and found that the number of people gathered in the square not only did not decrease but increased even more.

An Qian leaned close to Qin Shilei and frowned, saying, "Shi Lei, open the regional and national chat channels and see, someone is spreading the news that you are distributing food here."

Qin Shilei's face darkened, and he said coldly, "We're being treated as big spenders by someone."