Yu Youyao shook her head. "I'll only do what I can to give the refugees a place to live. The future is up to them."
She was not Buddha and did not have the ambition to cut off her flesh to feed the eagle.
It was better to teach someone how to fish than to give them fish. She had already done her best to find local silkworm farmers and teach the refugees how to raise silkworms, fish, plant, print, embroider, and so on.
Even the sweet potato vines that grew into seedlings were prioritized for the refugees to cultivate.
They even found locals, who entered the refugee camps to help the refugees learn the local customs and people's lifestyles, integrating them into Liaodong's life.
What had to be done had been done.
How they lived was their own business.
"I've underestimated you." Yin Huaixi smiled. Once a person invested more energy in certain matters, they would care more. He thought that Yu Youyao was the same.
