Standing atop the podium, Yue Zhong gazed at the 2000-odd survivors as he spoke coldly,
“I’m Yue Zhong! From today onwards, you are my citizens. As my people, your basic allowance will be 3 bowls of porridge as relief meals. Although those relief meals may not be filling, they should be enough for you to survive. If you don’t want the relief meals, it’s fine as well.
I can arrange jobs for you so that as long as you work, you will have ample food supplies. If you are unwilling to stay here, you can leave now. I will not stop you. As long as you’re staying here and eating my food, you will have to follow me orders. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless.”
Hearing those words, the eyes of many survivors brightened up and not a single person was willing to leave. Under the rule of Lie Tianyang, the survivors were made to eat chicken feed, pig feed and they even had to dig for wild vegetables in their own town.
Every now and then, they would be fortunate enough to get some gruel. Compared to the conditions now, where Yue Zhong was promising them 3 bowls of porridge a day, it was a huge blessing. No one was willing to strike it out on their own in the wild.