Although the imperial decree needs some time to be passed down, giving the people of Heiling County only one bowl of white porridge a day is really too excessive!
Zhan Lan's expression was also growing increasingly ugly.
A middle-aged man leaning against the trunk of a tree spoke up, "White porridge? That's just thin soup. Count the grains of rice in it!"
An old man's voice came through, and Zhan Hui looked over to see him holding a bowl like a beggar, his hands trembling, eyes bloodshot, "It's even worse than alms given to beggars!"
Some people saw four clean-cut young men walking over and whispered in a low voice, "Keep it down..."
Chu Yin clenched her fist and said, "This is way over the line!"
Mu Yan looked at Vermilion Bird, "Go find out what the County Magistrate is up to."
"Yes!" Vermilion Bird nodded and left.