Chapter 262 (2/2)

Ye Lang looked at the porridge and said, “It’s a story from a horrible era when there were severe food shortages. Soup kitchens were set up to make porridge for the victims. However, there were places that produced porridge almost like a clear soup. This made the supervisors furious, instructing that if a pair of chopsticks was able to float in the porridge, the officials that were responsible for it would have their heads chopped off!”

“Oh!” Everyone knew why Ye Lang would think of this story. This was because although it was indeed a bowl of porridge in front of them, it was very diluted.

At this moment, the one who served the porridge fell silent. It could be seen that he was fuming from his eyes, but he didn’t dare speak a word.

“At least it’s better than nothing. How dare you all request for more when you are just refugees?” said the person who spoke rudely just now. He looked at Ye Lang with disdain and said, “They call you Sir? Hmmph, a little prince of lowly commoners...”

They’d noticed the way everyone talked to Ye Lang. They didn’t expect that there would be a lord among these people, they took it as a joke.

They were certain of it because of the state of Ye Lang’s clothes!

Little Xin was still in the crowd at this moment because Ye Lang hadn’t commanded her to come out. Otherwise, they would’ve believed that Ye Lang was an aristocrat, and he wasn’t any ordinary rich person.

Little Xin was spotless as was she well protected by Ye Lang. Anyone who saw her would think she was a noble lady!

“How dare you insult our prince!” They were starting to get angry. They couldn’t let anyone disrespect Ye Lang, especially during this heart-warming moment.

“?? Aren’t you all the one he insulted?” Ye Lang was confused and asked, “He called you all lowly commoners, no?”

“...”

… You don’t get it, do you?

“Forget it. Finish up your porridge, don’t waste food!” said Ye Lang to the crowd. He didn’t mind spending money to get better food, but there was too much porridge leftover and of course, the porridge couldn’t be wasted.

Same old, wasting food wasn’t good!

Those refugees nearby who had been starving agreed, so they decided to eat the porridge first then deal with those people later.

In a short time, the crowd of thousands finished all the porridge…

At this moment, the rude person clapped his hands and prepared to return home. His task for the day was done, and he didn’t want to sit in the sun. He seemed to look down on Ye Lang and the crowd too.

Ye Lang then said something which stopped him in his tracks…

“We’re coming in!”

What?! They’re coming in? Did I make a mistake? Did they really think they could? The man stopped and looked at Ye Lang in surprise. Ye Lang’s face was expressionless. He seemed very calm as if he’d said a very normal thing.

That’s right. It was normal to Ye Lang.

“Stay where you are!! You can’t enter this town. Didn’t you hear what I said?” shouted the officer. Theoretically, he could be considered an officer. While he might be just a minor officer, he was still an officer nonetheless.

It was obvious from his attitude that this officer was the type who looked down on people, especially on civilians- like Ye Lang and his refugees.

Of course, if Ye Lang came alone, his attitude would’ve been completely different!