The soup kitchen at the North Gate of Zhenzhou City.
Lu Cunbao carefully observed the crowd queuing up for porridge every day.
This year, the turmoil in the North had subsided, and when he came to distribute porridge, he anticipated it would be different from previous years, but the scene at Zhenzhou's soup kitchen still surprised him.
Lu Cunbao turned to the steward and asked, "Are there still not many people coming to receive porridge from the surrounding villages?"
The steward replied, "Not many. The village chiefs from a few villages have come over. This year, the village situation is relatively good, and they said they want to leave the porridge for those refugees outside."
