Ever since entering the city, everyone hasn't heard the voice of the common people.
Occasionally, the sounds that drift into their ears are those of unruly soldiers, shouting and causing chaos without restraint. No one knows which faction they belong to. Those who were previously skeptical about Cheng Xiaoxiao's so-called insider information now believe it about eighty to ninety percent.
Each group was assigned a specific area, some to a large manor, some to a small farmhouse, and most to shops along the street. Each team quickly organized their dinner.
The feeling of cooking at the stove indoors was wonderful; finally, there was no need to brave the wind and snow to cook and no risk of freezing one's hands and feet.
The women, led by the Liu Family, showed long-lost smiles. If it weren't for the captain offering double work points, no one would have been willing to arrange food in such cold, snowy conditions.
