Everyone understood that relying on the government relief would not last long; they had all seen this during previous famines when many refugees initially received rice and grain from the government but, over time, without proper arrangements, countless ended up either starving to death or reduced to begging.
"Come and take a look!" Zhou Haitao shouted with all his might, "The Imperial Court is recruiting soldiers, three thousand this time. They are looking for those who are strong and ideally skilled in martial arts. The pay is the same as before, ten silver taels a month, with enough dry grain and meat supplied. If you want to sign up, you'd better hurry!"
This offer initially excited many people. With the current situation, there were plenty of strong-bodied individuals. If they could join the army and have their meals provided by the Imperial Court, it would be a form of security.
