"Pack up the four dishes for the hand and get some staple food up here, plus a pot of wine..."
The waiter heeded the call, and the two of them sat across from each other by the window, looking down at the numb expressions of the displaced people and beggars at the street corner, shaking their heads.
"These folks have wreaked havoc in their own haunts, now they've come over to make trouble for us!"
Pu Yanlan too frowned deeply,
"Who knows what the Official Government is doing, should they not distribute grain to these displaced people and send them back to their hometowns afterward?"
Gu Shi Yi chuckled,
"Their hometown? With the officials at the city gate checking so rigorously, do you think outsiders could enter this city? It's likely that they are from this very city!"
Sure enough, Gu Shi Yi's guess hit the mark, and when the waiter served the dishes, Gu Shi Yi asked casually,
