Sun Bahu's vision of everyone holding a bowl of hot meat soup and loudly praising his name ultimately failed to materialize. Despite his flawless planning, the Origin Territory's rotten foundation revealed its massive destructive power when it came to actual implementation.
Shortly past ten at night, hurried by the curfew, Su Mo stood by the window. He watched countless ordinary people, starving and grumbling under their breath, trudging away from the territory center toward their mountain dwellings. They didn't dare to openly express their anger. Clearly, not only had they failed to receive tonight's meat soup, but the so-called distributed supplies were probably nothing more than a pitiful origin coin. In a sense, their hard day of labor amounted to absolutely nothing.
