"The Nanchun Army is generous with porridge, ensuring everyone is full and satisfied."
The clear voice spread out as the literate officer of the Nanchun Army, wearing a small cap, stood on a temporary wooden platform, loudly shouting to the crowd below, which was orderly yet somewhat sparse, queuing up like ants.
Everywhere in the Luo River area, there were similar porridge shops, and because it wasn't their own money being spent, the Nanchun Army was extremely generous in distributing food rations. They didn't produce food, but they were redistributing resources, which was historically why armies of righteousness easily gained the support of many ordinary people.
There was never anything new under the sun.
Tavern, Gu Wen and the others checked in once again.
Jiu Zhenjun brought up a jar of newly brewed fine wine to the table, Chi Yu Zi held up the wine jar and guzzled d-d-d the whole thing, then expressed his disappointment with a hint of despair, "It's tasteless."
