Then, two women hastily left the castle, carrying buckets to find water and began to tidy up their homes.
…
At this moment, in the large clearing outside the village, a few large pots were set up, and rice began to be cooked into porridge.
The porridge was not yet cooked, but its fragrance wafted out, and suddenly hundreds, thousands of dark figures rose from the ground, emerged from the dark earthen houses, each clutching a broken bowl and crowding around the large pots, their eyes showing a nearly mad gleam.
They had not eaten for a very long time, and many had already starved to death.
Suo Mu and the family samurai, fearing an uprising, immediately looked fierce, hands gripping the hilts of their swords, ready to behead without hesitation anyone who dared to rush forward to snatch the porridge.
However, what they feared did not happen.
