Inside a relatively spacious tent.
Zhao Qianju was holding his four-year-old son in his arms, quietly listening to his wife's tale:
"Just after Ah Ju left, a group of stewards from the Wei Mansion came over.
They first cleaned up all the... the things on the ground and sprayed some disinfectant, and the smell in the alley immediately got much better.
Then the stewards from the Wei Mansion distributed food, water, and tents to each household.
They repeatedly instructed us not to drink raw water and to fetch hot soup from the boiler at the alley entrance as needed.
Because our family is larger, we got a bigger tent....."
"Wait a minute."
Zhao Qianju suddenly interrupted his wife, asking curiously:
"Is it the Wei Mansion stewards who gave us the food and tents? Not those Huaxia people?"
Wang Qiaoyun brushed away a strand of hair blocking her vision and nodded affirmatively:
"That's right, it was the Wei Mansion stewards.
