I turned the cold palace into a paradise

After watching Xiaowu leave, Ding Da picked a bed in the corner, grabbed the quilt with his hands, and buried his face in it.

Thick, soft, and smells like the sun.

"Oh my God! Such a thick quilt, is it for us?"

A new beggar exclaimed.

Ding Da thought the voice sounded familiar, raised his head, looked at the person who came in and asked uncertainly: "One ear?"

"It's me, you are... you are Mao Gouzi?"

"Yeah! You're here too?"

"Yes, we were captured by the soldiers. I don't know what they want to do to us. They gave us a bath, new clothes, and now new quilts."

"I do not know either."

Yi Er took off his shoes and got into the quilt. He said with satisfaction, "Mao Gouzi, such a thick quilt, I never used to cover myself before I became a beggar."

"My parents bought me a set when I got married." Mao Gouzi said with nostalgia in his eyes.

Both of them were silent. They both once had families, but this world took away their land, their loved ones, and their dignity.

If you can be a human being, who would want to be a beggar?

The two of them fell asleep unconsciously. In their dreams, they seemed to have returned to the time when the whole family was reunited...

New people came into the tent one after another, but they did not wake up the two sleeping people. They did not dare to sleep in the dilapidated temple, dilapidated house, and haystack. They were afraid that they would never wake up again in this cold winter.

"Get up, gather together." Lu Xiaowu held a gong and shouted while beating it.

Ding Da and the others were also woken up. They were reluctant to leave the bed and walked out.

"Soldier, what are your plans?"

"Yes, but let's eat first and then make arrangements."

"Have a meal?"

"Yeah! Aren't you hungry?"

"Hey, I'm hungry."

"Okay, see those bowls on the table over there? Each of you take one and go to the tent over there to line up. That's the makeshift cafeteria."

When they heard that they were going to eat, many beggars who had been hungry for a long time rushed over to get bowls and then squeezed to the side of the canteen.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The woman holding the spoon knocked on the iron pot in dissatisfaction, scolding in a loud voice.

"What are you doing? Why are you pushing me? I'm feeding pigs, and they know to line up. If you don't line up properly today, I'll give you a grain of rice."

The men who were originally crowded together in a mess began to line up as they smelled the aroma of rice in the pot.

I didn’t think anything of it when people scolded me before, but now that I’ve changed my clothes and look like a decent person, I feel a little embarrassed.

"Two spoonfuls of rice and one spoonful of vegetables per person. If you finish eating, there will be no more. It's too late. Don't eat too much. Also, wash the bowl for me after eating! Otherwise, I will let you eat a ball tomorrow!"

They could no longer hear what Aunt Wang said. Their eyes were fixed on the big rice bucket and the big pot that was emitting the aroma of meat.

Soon it was Ding Da's turn. The bowls they held were all the same size, as big as his face.

Although Aunt Wang cursed fiercely, the spoon in her hand did not shake at all.

Two spoonfuls of rice were put into the bowl and pressed with a spoon. Then a large spoonful of radish and pork with soup was scooped out from the pot.

The bright soup poured on the millet rice looks particularly delicious, making people want to swallow it immediately.

"Gulp." Ding Da swallowed his saliva.

"Hurry up and take the bowl away, and don't drool into the pot." Aunt Wang said with disgust.

No one around him laughed at him, because they were all the same as him.

Holding a large bowl full of food, Ding Da walked slowly to the side, fearing that he would knock over the bowl if he walked too fast.

There were already several people sitting in the big tent called the cafeteria, eating heartily without even raising their heads.

Ding Da wanted to grab it with his hands, but then he looked at his clothes and quickly picked up the chopsticks.

Ding Da picked up a piece of rice soaked in soup and put it in his mouth, reluctant to swallow it.

It was so delicious.....still hot rice.

How long has it been? How long has it been since he had a bite of hot rice? Ding Da couldn't remember. Soon the rice in his mouth became a little salty. It was his tears that flowed into the rice...

"Why are you crying? Is the food Aunt Wang cooked not tasty?" Lu Xiaowu asked curiously. This shouldn't be the case, as Aunt Wang was taught by Aunt Xu herself.

If Master Yue hadn't been worried about the cooks outside, he wouldn't have transferred people from the village.

"It's delicious! Very delicious... I just thought about the last time I had a hot meal, and my family was still alive..." Ding Da choked.

Lu Xiaowu was silent and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"everything will be fine."

All the men who ate this meal were in tears.

When Yunyue arrived, the group of people had just finished their meal and were obediently lining up to wash the dishes.

"Let them gather after they're done washing." Yun Yue said to Chu Ren.

"Not yet, I just started washing."

"???? I saw the dishes were clean and thought they were done."

"I licked it all clean." Chu Ren said helplessly. He grew up in the capital, and although he was a bastard, he had never been hungry.

Yunyue: "..."

After everyone finished washing the dishes, Chu Ren gathered them together.

"Hello everyone, I am the new prefect, Yue Yun."

"I know you are curious about why I gathered you all here and gave you new clothes and food."

"I came here today just to give everyone a way out. A way to survive, a way to live with dignity."

"I think no one is born to be a beggar. Most of you have hands and feet." Yun Yue looked at this group of strong men and was very satisfied. Those who were in poor health and old had already died in unknown places. Those who were still alive were all laborers.

"Starting tomorrow, I will build a large courtyard in the open space over here. I will provide you with food and accommodation, and three meals a day. The daily wage is thirty cents."

"Are you willing? Of course, if you still want to beg, I won't stop you. Your new clothes are my charity. Just wear them and leave."

Ding Da and the others couldn't believe it. They felt their brains explode. A huge surprise surrounded them.

"Really? Prefect, are you willing to use us?"

"Why not use you? You have hands and feet and can do the work. I'm short of people."

“Are you really going to pay us for three meals a day?”

"Of course."

"Sir! I don't need to be paid! I'm willing to work here if you let me!"

"I do too!"

"Me too!"

Yun Yue chuckled: "You still have to pay for your work. You will have your own family in the future."

I don’t know what those beggars were thinking about, their eyes looked either sad or longing.

"This is Master Sikong. He will be your manager from now on. You will work hard starting tomorrow." Yun Yue is almost going crazy due to lack of manpower and can only transfer people from the craftsmen department in the village.

"Of course, if anyone is lazy or slacking off, don't blame me for being rude!" Yun Yue glanced at everyone fiercely.

Most of them had seen Yunyue at the criticism meetings during the first three days, and knew that he was not a soft-hearted person, so they all perked up and vowed to work hard.