"Example? Example of what?" Wei Dabao squinted his eyes, casting a sideways glance at the two servants.
The two exchanged a glance and their mouths twitched hard.
"Master, it's not 'example,' it's 'charity meal.' Just like giving out porridge."
Upon hearing this, Wei Dabao frowned slightly. In these times, anyone who could afford to give out porridge was already a great benefactor, but who would have such wealth to give out full meals?
"They recruited so many lowly people just to feed them?"
His words carried a tone of skepticism and incomprehension, as if he found the matter utterly unimaginable.
Yesterday, he heard from the steward that a restaurant in town was recruiting many farmers, and many of his own tenants were lining up in front of the restaurant to apply. The steward also saw the County Magistrate leave town with the farmers in a carriage.
