The sky was just getting light, not yet 5 a.m., and at the end of the long street by the entrance of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, stalls for porridge distribution had already been set up, with several large pots erected.
Gu Changting had already led the household servants early in the morning, according to the map, to other locations in the Capital City where the Marquis Mansion had set up porridge distribution points.
Barrel after barrel of cooked rice porridge was prepared, the fragrance of the rice wafting out, and in no time, the long street was crowded with hungry disaster victims, far more than the number the Marquis Mansion had estimated.
Uncle Li shouted for people to line up, but nobody responded. The aroma of the porridge prompted every citizen to push forward, making the street impossibly crowded in an instant.
