Qi Kaiming bowed respectfully, "Yes."
Tang Jinghong stood up and headed towards the gathering area of the refugees.
Feeding over ten thousand refugees required a lot of porridge. Like a flowing river, porridge was continuously delivered to the gathering area, keeping the entire military camp extremely busy.
Upon seeing Tang Jinghong, Chu Qingzhi waved at him, "Jinghong."
Tang Jinghong approached Chu Qingzhi, and they distributed porridge to the refugees together.
"General, thank you."
"Thank you, General."
Several youngsters, holding their porridge, kept thanking Tang Jinghong. Their pitiful appearances tugged at the heartstrings.
Chu Qingzhi said, "Jinghong, send people to collect food from the surrounding large cities. I have a feeling that someone is going to hinder our way in the future, and we might not be able to collect food."
