Zhou Sen discovered that these people were not the nearby farmers or the neighbors next door, but ragged beggars and homeless people, and most of them were strong young people.

"Mr. Qi, close the door and go find some wood for a pole to make it stronger." Zhou Sen turned around and said to the concierge.

"Yes, I will close it properly." Mr. Seven patted his dry chest and nodded.

After Zhou Sen and a group of workers walked out of the gate of the East Courtyard, Mr. Qi, the concierge of the East Courtyard, immediately closed the door tightly, and then there was a series of locking and knocking sounds.

Zhou Sen pushed the door twice to make sure it was secure, and then he led more than 30 workers toward the west courtyard gate.

When Zhou Sen and a group of workers tried their best to squeeze to the entrance of the west courtyard, their clothes were soaked through.

In fact, if Zhou Sen and the others had not been wearing the uniform clothes of the Shen family, it would have been impossible to squeeze into the west courtyard, because everyone was unwilling to give up what they thought was an advantageous position.

The entrance to the west courtyard was filled with darkness, completely occupying the door and steps.

No wonder Zhu Tongzi asked him to come here first to maintain order, because in this way, the west courtyard could not open the door at all, and there was no place to put the stove, steamer and porridge-making utensils.

"Everyone, line up, line up!"

Zhou Sen and a group of workers walked to the front steps and drove people down the steps. After struggling for more than ten minutes, they finally cleared an open space at the door.

Next, Zhou Sen asked people to queue up and try to clear a space outside to prevent those who had received the steamed buns and porridge from mixing with those who had not.

This work was extremely tiring, because those people didn't listen to Zhou Sen at all, and after a lot of talking, they managed to form a dozen lines at the gate of the west courtyard. Of course, this line was only at the front, and it turned into a line at the back.

Large areas of black mass are stuck together.

Zhou Sen asked more than thirty workers to form a human wall before knocking on the door and shouting.

The door to the west courtyard finally opened, and there was a surge of people and a burst of cheers.

From the west courtyard, dozens of servants poured out to maintain order together with the workers in the east courtyard.

Steamed buns and porridge were lined up at the gate of the west courtyard and began to be distributed.

At this time, there were already hundreds of people involved in maintaining order. The Shen family kept shouting that there were enough steamed buns and gruel, so that the restless crowd could queue up quietly.

The soup kitchen activity started at six o'clock in the morning and ended at eleven o'clock.

Although they were fully prepared, many people still did not receive the steamed buns and porridge. After the Shen family promised to continue giving porridge the next day, the hungry people who gathered at the door of the Shen family dispersed.

From beginning to end, Zhu did not appear.

The winter clothes prepared in the west courtyard were not distributed. Zhou Sen guessed that there may be too many people and not enough winter clothes were prepared, so they were not distributed at all.

By noon, the Shen family had finished cleaning up, and everyone in the east courtyard was so tired that their bones were about to fall apart.

Just as Zhou Sen was packing up the utensils at the gate of the west courtyard, many fights broke out on the street. After asking, he found out that some young and strong hungry people were snatching the steamed buns from some old people and children...

…

Seeing an old man who was beaten with blood on his face but still risking his life to protect his steamed buns, Zhou Sen inexplicably felt a strong sense of crisis.

These people may turn into a mob at any time.

When Zhou Sen was in the bookstore, he briefly read the history of the Han Empire. There were two famines in the Han Empire, one in 457 AD and the other in 1086. These two famines caused the death of more than six million people.

The hungry people gathered and eventually turned into a mob, sweeping through countless lands of the Han Emperor. Many towns were razed to the ground and thousands of miles of desolation, which dealt a heavy blow to the economy of the Han Empire and almost shook the foundation of the Han Empire.

Although it is broad daylight now, the east courtyard is extremely quiet, because everyone has gone to bed to sleep after being tired all night.

Zhou Sen also went back to his bed to sleep. While he was thinking wildly, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

"who?"

"Huimin." Huimin's charming voice sounded outside.

"What are you doing here in broad daylight?" Zhou Sen quickly opened the door, let Shen Huimin in and closed the door.

"It's okay, my mother is busy. Besides, everyone was tired all night yesterday and they are all sleeping now." Shen Huimin sat down on Zhou Sen's bed carelessly. In fact, the only person who could sit in Zhou Sen's room was

bed.

"What's up?"

"I may be a little busy recently. Let me tell you that I won't go to Moling for the time being."

"Yeah, I got it."

"Zhou Sen..." Shen Huimin looked at Zhou Sen hesitantly, but hesitated to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"I...I have made a few pills these days, and I will give you one to take." Shen Huimin took out a red pill from her arms.

"Give it to me?" Looking at Shen Huimin's hesitant and sneaky manner, Zhou Sen suddenly became wary.

"I'm sincere. I took your top-grade energy stone, exchanged it for your Ice Soul Divine Sword, and got an extra copy of "Elixir Making". I felt very sorry for you, so I made it for you.

A foundation-building elixir will compensate you, and if you take it, it will most likely turn you into a superpower."

"No." Zhou Sen flatly refused. He was a well-educated person and knew that many emperors in ancient earth history were poisoned to death by taking elixirs.

"Zhou Sen! It really works. I know you want to cultivate God, but you want to become a superpower. So, I practiced it deliberately for you, but you don't believe me!" Shen Huimin glared at Zhou Sen angrily,

A heartbroken expression.

"But……"

"Zhou Sen, I swear, it's not poisonous. It can really increase your superpowers! How about I lick it with my tongue first?" Shen Huimin saw a trace of looseness in Zhou Sen's expression, and immediately patted her plump chest and vowed.

"It's really not poisonous?"

After Zhou Sen lost all his strength, he had been trying to find a way to regain it. Now that a pill was suddenly in front of him, he still couldn't resist his yearning for strength, and his strong willpower was shaken. Of course, the main reason was that Shen

Huimin is an alchemist, just like he is a weapon refiner. He is a professional in alchemy.

"No one will die, I swear! Besides, although you, Zhou Sen, are somewhat pretty, you are poor and a low-class gangster. I, Shen Huimin, am beautiful, rich and powerful, what can I do to you? I can get it.

What? Well, if you don’t believe it, let me lick the head office first..." Shen Huimin snorted coldly, picked up the elixir, and stuck out her pink tongue, trying to lick it.

"Don't lick, don't lick... Then... I'll try..."

Zhou Sen was afraid that Shen Huimin would really lick it, so he quickly took the elixir from Shen Huimin's hand and observed carefully. Although the elixir was fiery red, it was a bit gray and seemed to have a lot of impurities. The workmanship looked extremely rough and showed no craftsmanship.

It can be said.
Chapter completed!