Liu Xuefa pulled a few roots from his inner pocket. "I've kept these with great difficulty, we'll all have a sip later."
They were worldly men and recognized that these were ginseng roots, a real treasure.
Keeping these was no easy feat. Each of them only brought two sets of clothes, a lunchbox, and a set of bedding; their belongings had been searched countless times.
They wanted to wash up, but there were no basins. A few of them sighed, thinking that with an environment like this, they were already very content.
They had heard that those who were sent down had to live in cattle sheds; forget about new heated beds, there weren't even cooking pots.
Just then, they heard noises outside, and Wen Zhenzong promptly went out.
Two middle-aged men were carrying grain towards them.
"This is sorghum rice and cornmeal for you. From now on, you'll have to peel and grind it yourselves."
