"Mountain God, have mercy! Come and serve porridge to everyone! Mountain God, have mercy! Days of prosperity are coming!"
As soon as Du Chengfeng arrived in Yiyang County, he saw those energetic youths shouting slogans. Unlike the dusty refugees, these tall and robust youths wore clean, bright clothes, suggesting they were well-fed and having a good life. Their loud and persuasive manner was quite convincing.
In the past, the living standards of Yanzhou's people weren't bad, and they wouldn't think much of these people. But now, they were escaping from hardship, leaving their homes behind, filled with anxiety. Seeing such a scene, how could they not yearn for it?
Even Du Chengfeng himself began to take an interest in the Mountain God Temple.
"What kind of Mountain God is this? I've never heard of it before."
"Of course, you haven't heard of it; after all, we in the Northern Mountain Dao don't believe in this."
