Peace Order

The surrounding civilians took a long time to realize what Mr. Wen He had said. Were the Qilin Army leaving? Yes, the Qilin Army originally belonged to the Eighteen States of Jiangnan, and they came here for the autumn hunt in the Central State.

Now that the Emperor’s autumn hunt is over, they will naturally leave.

But suddenly, they felt a sense of panic and confusion in their hearts.

It was as if something was about to depart.

The elder who spoke lowered his head, looking at the porridge in the bowl. It wasn’t refined white rice, but even rough rice was solid and filling. There was some oil used during cooking, not only rice but also steamed buns and cornbread.

There were several dishes, with big chunks of stewed pork, and stewed vegetables.

A big pot was on the fire, and then the powerful warriors of the Qilin Army made a big meal, steaming hot. These days, they helped the Qilin Army with odd jobs. It wasn’t much, and the Qilin Army would pay them, including meals.

If willing to do more work, they could even bring family members here, and meals would be provided for everyone. The army seemed to have accompanying doctors to assist with diagnoses, and there was a man named Wen Lingjun who would teach children to read and write.

Compared to this treatment, what was life before?

Thin rice porridge, with each bite gritting with sand.

The elderly man’s lips quivered as he said, "Are you leaving?"

Wen He said, "I am also reluctant to leave you."