Due to the spread of the rat transformation disease in this area, countless people have either turned into rats, been driven away, or have fled to this mountain voluntarily, resulting in the entire mountain being overrun with those fierce and terrifying giant rats.

Under the guidance of the village chief or wealthy gentry in the village, countless people have gathered in front of Mouse Mountain, preparing to set fire to the mountain and burn these rats alive, believing that only by burning them can they calm the wrath of heaven and allow people to live peacefully.

However, there were so many rats on the mountain that even with torches in hand, the people dared not light them, looking into the numerous eyes spread across the mountain.

"Burning them to death is useless."

At this moment, Old Sorghum emerged from the crowd, chuckling as he spoke, "Do you know why they turned into rats? Because they stole grain. Only rats steal grain, so they transformed from humans into rats."

This place was filled with trick doors, and everyone admired the Jianghu Strange People. Seeing Old Sorghum's appearance, they held him in awe, even the ones shouting to burn the rats paused to observe.

"So don't steal grain, but what if you're hungry?"

Old Sorghum said with a smile, turning around as a well-dressed man stepped forward, it was Nuomi Wine, holding a sack of rice, smiling as he said, "I have grain here, willing to sell it to you. Do you have any money?"

Seeing the sack of rice, hunger rose within everyone, but they exchanged glances, for they were all poor, their homes gone, and no money left.

Nuomi Wine smiled and said, "Any amount will do, as long as you have money, I'll sell it."

Actually, not everyone was without money, but those who had money, seeing just that small sack of grain with so many people watching, feared they would be robbed even if they bought it, and dared not step forward. At this point, a little girl, skinny as bones, emerged from the crowd.

She pulled out a copper coin threaded with a red string from her dirty cotton coat, barely enough to buy half a sweet potato, and handed it over with effort.

Nuomi Wine smiled as he took her copper coin, then raised the sack of rice, saying warmly, "Take the grain!"

The little girl trembled as she stretched out her hands, holding them under the sack.

Nuomi Wine opened the sack of grain and started to pour, the white rice grains flowed out endlessly, not only filling the girl's hands but also falling to the ground.

Soon it became a pile of rice, quickly turning into a mountain of rice, and eventually becoming rivers of rice, blindingly white under the mountain.

Cries of surprise and joy rose, even the "rats" on the mountain trembled, standing up to look at the scene below.

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On the small town at this moment, Double Steamed Wine tossed a copper coin into the bowl, the very one the little girl at the foot of Xinshan used to buy grain.

That one coin saved countless lives.

It was worth thousands of pounds of grain and countless lives.

This coin was the Copper Coin Spirit.

Grain could not appear out of nowhere, it was all acquired by Nuomi Wine through the spell "Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth," stealing from everywhere, but he had made a vow to the pond god, using the hands of No-eating Bull Disciples to seize and distribute grain, but all this grain was bought with this copper coin.

Therefore, the more people saved, the heavier this copper coin becomes.

This was the spell Nourishing Treasure Skill, though other spells often stole Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasures, they now used it in reverse, using this spell to steal the Nourishing Treasure Skill from the heavens.

Faced with the Southwest Fuyao King, Divine Hand Magic Door, the Reincarnator did not involve the No-eating Bull Disciples, but instead had them exercise Divine Skills or sell off belongings, using all means to obtain grain and save lives, all for this copper coin.

On the small town, as Double Steamed Wine pinched a spell, pointed to the copper coin.

In an invisible way, the copper coin seemed to become infinitely large, round and smooth, pressing upon the vast small town. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

One coin crushes a hundred tricks!