I rely on the system to support my eighteen brothers and sisters

After walking a long way, Qiao Linxi finally stopped.

"Come around, everyone."

Looking at these eighteen brothers and sisters, Qiao Linxi's heart was bleeding. What sin had she committed? Was it because she cursed her boss behind his back in her previous life?

After taking a deep breath, Qiao Linxi took out the frying pan from Qiao Linqin's backpack and placed it on the ground, saying seriously, "I am about to cast a spell. No one of you can talk to disturb me. Otherwise, it will affect my magic power."

"Sister, we got it." Qiao Linqi covered her mouth with her hands after having learned from her previous experience. The others followed suit.

Qiao Linle from my second uncle's family was only two years old. Qiao Linshan was afraid that he would make a sound, so she covered his mouth.

Seeing that her younger brothers and sisters were very obedient, Qiao Linxi once again felt that things were not that bad, and she started mumbling something she didn't even understand.

"Magic, magic, change, change..." Qiao Linxi put his hand on the frying pan, and after taking it away, four measuring cups appeared.

After changing once, all five steamed buns appeared. Qiao Linxi picked them up and divided each steamed bun into four parts, giving each person a small piece.

A few more bottles of water appeared, and each child drank 80 milliliters of water. Qiao Linxi took a sip of the remaining water and put it away.

"Ah...thank you, sister."

"Thank you, Sister Lin Xi."

The eighteen brothers and sisters all ate and thanked Qiao Linxi, so she immediately gained eighteen points of gratitude. Qiao Linxi took it to the lottery and won eighteen wooden boards. They combined it into a first-level lunch box, and there were still two wooden boards missing. Qiao Linxi thanked her brothers and sisters in her heart and gained another eighteen points of gratitude.

I have to say that this gratitude value is easy to obtain. Qiao Linxi asks her younger brothers and sisters to thank her every day, and she will have thirty-six points of gratitude when she thanks them.

After Qiao Linxi turned all of them into wooden boards, the box became three first-level lunch boxes. He used two of them to synthesize a second-level lunch box. Then, he combined the newly synthesized second-level lunch box with the previous one, and it became a third-level lunch box.

A level three lunch box can produce six steamed buns each time, three times a day, which means that Qiao Linxi can now have eighteen steamed buns a day.

"Huh..." Qiao Linxi breathed a sigh of relief. Eighteen steamed buns a day, one for each person. At least they wouldn't starve to death.

"You are all my brothers and sisters. You must keep the fact that I know magic a secret. If anyone leaks it, I will leave him on the road and let him starve to death."

"Don't worry, sister. We will definitely keep it a secret." Qiao Linqin raised her finger and swore, and the others swore the same way.

"Okay, let's take a break and continue on our journey."

Qiao Linxi only drank some water and was still very hungry. She couldn't help but want to take out some candy to eat several times, but she held back when she thought that she would be thirsty after eating the candy.

Qiao Linxi had just closed his eyes and was about to take a nap when he heard a sudden commotion at the city gate.

"Ah... run quickly, the official is distributing porridge."

"The government distributes porridge..." Qiao Linxi muttered, is the government so good? Qiao Linxi didn't believe it no matter how he looked at it.

"Sister, sister, there is porridge, let's go get it quickly."

After Qiao Linqi and Qiao Linshu finished talking, they ran towards the city gate, and the others also ran over. There was nothing they could do, they were too hungry, and the steamed buns were not enough to fill their teeth.

But these children were just children after all, and there were no adults around, so they were soon pushed to the side and could only stand on tiptoe, stretch their heads, and try their best to move forward.

The originally tightly closed city gate slowly opened, and out came a dozen officials holding knives. Then came a few people pushing a bullock cart, on which was a large pot filled with the thinnest porridge. To put it bluntly, it was just a few grains of rice floating in the water.

Even so, the refugees squeezed forward with all their might, as if they were afraid that if they didn't use enough strength they would not be able to drink the porridge.

"Everyone line up, don't push! Don't push."

A dozen officers armed with knives saw that there were too many refugees and they could no longer control the situation, so they drew their knives and pointed them at the refugees in the front.

Some strong men squeezed to the front. Hunger made them braver and they rushed forward without paying any attention to the gleaming knives of the officers.

But the next second, his head fell off.

"See? This is what happens when you don't obey orders."

The death of someone frightened the refugees, and they involuntarily took a few steps back and lined up obediently.

"Fellow villagers," a man in official clothes walked out of the city. He was the county magistrate of this city.

"Listen to me, folks. There has been drought for years and there is nothing to eat in the city. I begged for this porridge from door to door in the city. Drink the porridge and leave. Go somewhere else to make a living."

After the county magistrate finished speaking, he glanced at the refugees and said, "Line up in two lines, one for the elderly and children, and one for the young and middle-aged. Our porridge will be distributed to the elderly and children first. Don't crowd. Everyone will have a share."

The county magistrate's words were indeed effective. The young and strong men consciously lined up on the other side, and some people began to take bowls of porridge and distribute them to the elderly and children.

Some saw that the porridge was getting less and less, so they snatched some of the elderly's porridge and drank it all in one gulp. But they died before they could even finish their porridge.

"I have already told the elderly and children to eat first, so why are there still some evil people who want to snatch it?" The county magistrate looked at the few people who were still staring with their eyes wide open.

Qiao Linxi and several children were originally lined up, but adults in front of them kept pushing their own children in, which caused them to be pushed further and further back.

A porridge distribution event vividly reflects the weakness of human nature. Qiao Linxi saw that many elderly people took porridge, but as soon as they turned around, it was snatched away by their sons, daughters or daughters-in-law.

Some children were snatched away by their parents. For a moment, the scene was in chaos, with some thanking the county magistrate and others cursing the children.

"Mom, you eat." A child of four or five years old brought the porridge. His parents protected him, so no one snatched it from him.

"Good boy, Mommy's not hungry."

The child handed it to his father again: "Dad, you eat it."

His father rubbed his head and said, "Dad is not hungry either."

The boy saw that his parents were not eating, so he said, "If my parents are not hungry, then I am not hungry either. Let's eat together when we are both hungry."

“Okay, Dad will put it away for you. We’ll eat together when you’re hungry.” The man poured the porridge into a water bag and put it away carefully.

"Sister, you eat." Qiao Linxi turned around and saw Qiao Linbao holding a bowl and passing it to her: "You didn't get to eat just now, this is for you."

Qiao Linbao held the bowl carefully and looked at Qiao Linxi.

It turned out that Qiao Linbao was smart and ran to the front to get a bowl of porridge.

"I'm not hungry, you guys eat." Qiao Linxi looked at the porridge with a few grains of rice floating in the water and had no appetite.

"Sister, just eat. I'm not hungry either. You didn't eat just now." Qiao Linbao handed the porridge to Qiao Linxi again.

"If you're not hungry, just give it to me." Just as the brother and sister were trying to refuse, the bowl in Qiao Linbao's hand was snatched away.