He suddenly announced loudly, "I'll remind the people who have just come! There are age restrictions for the handouts. Those adults over 16 and under 55 years old, particularly people who are mystic cultivators, body cultivators, or superhumans, are not included in the scope of this handout. So do not waste time trying."
"Ah?" The woman instantly grasped her daughter's hand in a panic, whispering, "Yingchun, our ages aren't within this range, and your younger brother is a mystic cultivator too."
"Mom, don't be nervous for nothing. They're just scaring people. Look at your frail and aged appearance. Who wouldn't believe that you aren't 55?" Miss Yingchun squinted her eyes as she peered forward.
She glimpsed around a dozen enormous rice barrels piled up at the entrance of the food pantry on Xiluo Street. The rice that was heaped up into mountains inside those barrels was plump and eye-catching.
