Zhou Zheng went to the military tent. When he came out, a few soldiers followed him. When he returned, the same soldiers were still behind him, but each of them was carrying a burlap sack.
After letting the doctor test these items to confirm there were no issues, Jiang Jinghuai and the others instructed the supplies to be sent to the kitchen first as an emergency relief. Everyone only heard that supplies from above had arrived, and the atmosphere became cheerful. Even the oppressive heat seemed to dissipate, with a breeze blowing through that brought some coolness.
The remaining items, such as watermelons and tangerines, quietly lay in the burlap sacks, which in turn rested on the floor inside the military tent.
"Sit." Jiang Jinghuai uttered a single word, his tone flat and steady as a line, gesturing toward Zhou Zheng with his eyes.
Zhou Zheng shivered and sat down instinctively.
