The heavy snow that had continued intermittently for the past few days had turned into a snow disaster, with the areas near the capital being the most affected. Jinzhou was somewhat better off, as those in precarious housing had been relocated early on, and even with some refugees pouring into Prefecture City, things did not seem chaotic.
Exhausted, Zhou Shuren returned home that evening. Zhulan, who was deeply concerned, said, "Eat more."
In the past two days, arranging for the refugees, he had lost quite a bit of weight.
Zhou Shuren was extremely hungry, as he had only had breakfast in the Government Office that morning, and then just some plain congee at noon. His stomach was empty. After eating a few mouthfuls of rice to fill his stomach, he finally said comfortably, "All the refugees in the city have been properly accommodated. It's a good thing we prepared in advance; otherwise, the refugees would not even have had a place to stay."
