The refugees gathered together to eat. They sat in a circle with the hot porridge brought by Cao'er Niang in front of them.

Unlike the porridge stalls on the escape route, the porridge served by Cao'er's mother was thick, with every grain of rice cooked until it bloomed, and a layer of light yellow, cotton-like substance was sprinkled on the surface of the porridge.

Seeing that they were holding the bowls but not daring to eat, Cao'er's mother explained, "The immortal said that you need to nourish your stomachs. Only when you have nourished your stomachs can you eat meat with oil. This porridge is sprinkled with meat floss, which is made of meat, so that you can taste the meat flavor."

She swallowed and said, "This is good stuff."

Cao Er Niang handed a strange bottle to Wu Yan's wife. She raised her chin and said, "This is for the child to drink. It's not worse than human milk."

The woman took the bottle in a daze. There was a white nipple on the top of the bottle. She reached out and touched it. It was soft.

Cao'er's mother said impatiently: "Just stuff it into your child's mouth, he can eat it himself."

The woman didn't dare to move. She held the bottle as if it were some precious and rare treasure.

Cao'er's mother couldn't bear it anymore, so she "grabbed" the bottle from the woman's hand and stuffed it into the mouth of the baby in her arms.

Babies don't need to be taught how to suck milk. As soon as their mouth touches the nipple, they start sucking hard.

Cao'er's mother was stunned for a moment.

Even such a young child knows that he has to fight hard to survive.

The refugees were eating outside, and Ye Zhou was finding clean clothes for them in the supermarket. After the refugees finished their meal, they had to take a shower and have their heads shaved. He also had to tidy up the warehouse. Fortunately, Cao'er's mother and the others did not forget the warehouse when they cleaned it before.

Although there is a thin layer of dust on the floor of the warehouse, it can be cleaned by mopping it once, and people can sleep on it after laying out straw mats and bedding.

Fortunately, he runs a large supermarket. If it was a small supermarket, with so many people coming, the stock would have to be emptied just to eat and drink.

By the time Ye Zhou finished his work, the refugees who had finished their meal had been sitting outside for quite a while.

Ye Zhou stood at the door and winked at Cao'er's mother.

Cao'er's mother walked up with a smile on her face, she lowered her head and bent her waist, her posture was pious and respectful. She had a loud voice to begin with, and before she had no strength to speak due to hunger, but now that she had recovered a little, her voice sounded like thunder.

"Master Immortal, please give your orders."

Ye Zhou has become accustomed to her voice. Not only is he accustomed to it, he also feels it is familiar.

His second aunt also has the same voice and looks fierce, but she is actually a very nice person. Every time he goes back to his hometown, his second aunt will buy him toys and cook his favorite dishes for him.

He misses home.

When I was working outside, I didn’t miss not going home for a whole year, probably because I knew I could go back anytime.

He had only been here for a dozen days when he started to miss home.

Ye Zhou whispered, "Take them to wash up. I've put their clothes in the security room. You guys should change your clothes before entering the supermarket. Do you understand?"

Cao'er's mother nodded: "Then they sleep..."

The room where she and Cao'er lived had only two beds. The room itself was not big, and although people could sleep on the floor, at most four could fit.

What about the rest of the people?

Ye Zhou: "Take them to the warehouse."

Cao'er's mother suddenly realized: "The warehouse is great! It's big and has windows!"

Under the command of Cao'er Niang, the refugees went into the security room to take a shower.

The old people, women and children go first, and the men wait outside.

Ye Zhou looked at the group of men. He hoped that they were good people, but it was just a hope.

If they had evil intentions, he would have to harden his heart immediately.

He had to go back alive. This was his first priority, and everything else had to give way to this.

Ye Zhou quickly looked away and returned to the supermarket.

The men looked at Ye Zhou's back cautiously. This was the first time they saw Ye Zhou's face clearly.

"Immortal... no wonder he is an immortal." Wu Yan said infatuatedly, "He is not similar to us."

The people around him whispered, "I heard that those young masters of noble families are also clean."

"That's definitely not as good-looking as an immortal!"

They all looked down at their hands at the same time. Their fingers were short and thick, and their palms were short too, unlike the immortals' slender arms and hands. They were as black as charcoal, while the immortals' were so white that they seemed to glow.

His face looks different from theirs.

They all have a pair of eyes and a nose, but the immortal's face looks like it was sculpted by Nuwa herself, while they are just mud dots thrown by Nuwa.

Why can't Your Majesty bear a little effort and do it all by hand?

Why……

"I didn't expect we would have such luck." The man with spots on his face said happily, "When I was a child, a fortune teller told me that I was blessed and that someone would help me when I was at my wit's end. I thought he was a liar!"

The men were talking outside and the women were talking inside.

They helped each other shave their heads. Although there is an old saying that one's hair and body are given by one's parents, how could these peasant girls and women have so many rules to follow?

If everyone in the countryside followed the rules, no one would want to live.

"It's better to shave it, so that the new hair will grow shiny." The old woman sat on a small chair and let her daughter-in-law shave her head.

The daughter-in-law also smiled: "This blade is really useful. It's covered with something so it won't cut the skin."

The young wife said, "The things given by the immortal must be good. I heard from my mother that in the storybooks, the immortals could shake the earth and the sky with a breath. What is this blade?"

"Oh, you're just full and you're already bragging." The wives laughed, "What's this blade? Have you seen such a blade in your hometown?"

The young wife said jokingly, "If we follow the immortal in the future, we will be able to see everything."

After they had packed up, Cao'er's mother took them to the warehouse.

The warehouse was right behind the supermarket. It was bigger than any house they had ever seen. It was empty and could accommodate hundreds of people.

What surprised them most was that the bed was already made on the floor.

Even without touching it, one could tell that the materials used to make the beds were all good stuff. The clothes they were wearing were also made of good materials, with fine stitching and soft fabric. They were the best materials they had ever seen.

The clothes that country people wear are made of the cheapest linen. They are hard and prickly when they are first put on, and they become comfortable only after they are worn out and torn.

But the clothes they were wearing were new, sticking to their skin without any irritation.

It’s just that the clothes look a bit weird, exposing both arms and legs. It’s okay for men, but women can only put on a long-sleeved coat because the clothes are too tight.

But none of them complained.

Immortals are not mortals of this world, so naturally they don’t have to abide by the rules of the world.

"Maybe this is how immortals dress," someone whispered.

"That's right. Isn't it said that the skin is just an external thing? Immortals don't care whether the skin is exposed or not."

They quickly chose their own beds, which were just the right number. Wu Yan and his wife chose the two inner beds. When they sat down, they found that the beds were very soft. Wu Yan's wife lowered her head and lifted the sheets, only to find that there was a straw mat underneath, which was also covered with two layers of quilting.

"Use such good cotton wool to make the bed..." Wu's wife said blankly while touching the cotton wool.

Wu Yan was already quite relaxed, especially since there were only refugees like them in the warehouse at this time. He smiled and said, "Things that can be obtained by the immortals with a breath of air may seem like a waste of natural resources to us, but to the immortals, they may just be making the best use of them."

Wu's wife nodded. She sat on the edge of the bed holding the child. No matter how hot it was outside, it was cool inside the room.

It’s so nice here…

This must be the paradise that my father-in-law once talked about.

How good her life had been. Although she was a country girl, her family had a scholar. Even though she could not pass the imperial examination, she was literate and could find a job as an accountant in the county town in the future. Although the whole family had to tighten their belts, at least there was hope.

It was because she had a brother who could read and write that the Wu family took a fancy to her.

Her husband's family had permanent property. Although they were not big landlords, they ran a small oil mill. Their family was simple and could afford to send him to school.

Although Wu Yan was not a good student and had failed to pass the examination to become a student after studying for so many years, he would go to help when the oil mill was busy. But in her eyes, her husband was the best man in the world.

When they fled, he did not abandon her, nor did he let her abandon her daughter like other men did.

Every bite of food he had, she had a bite; every sip of water he had, she had a sip of water too.

Even in those difficult times, her daughter did not die.

Wu's wife finally couldn't hold back her tears and said, "Boss! Boss!"

Wu Yan hugged her, and his wife weakly beat her husband's chest and cried incoherently.

When Wu's wife started crying, the refugees, who were originally smiling happily, were also infected by her crying and couldn't help but shed tears.

She didn't cry when she was fleeing, but now that she's been rescued, she's crying non-stop.

When Cao'er's mother came in, what she saw was a group of people holding their heads and crying, looking crazy as if they wanted to bang their heads on the ground.

She felt sad, but refused to show it on her face. She said in a loud voice, "You don't have to work today. The immortal told you to rest for two days and work again after you have recovered."

"Don't think that just because the immortal saved you, you can enjoy the same life as the master and his wife. There is no such thing as a cheap thing in the world."

"If I see anyone slacking off, I will tell the immortal and have you kicked out!"

Cao'er's mother snorted coldly and then softened: "I suffered a lot in the past, but now it's finally over. Don't think too much, just work hard and live your life well."

Cao'er's mother herself was born into a farming family. She knew very well that only a few people who could make a living dared to take action.

No matter how high the rent the landlords collect, they can endure it as long as they are not starving to death.

Even if I really starve to death, I have no choice but to endure it.

The refugees shook their heads repeatedly, wishing they could point their fingers at the heavens and swear, saying in unison: "We dare not. To deceive the immortals will be struck by lightning. We will never dare to do that."

Cao'er's mother was satisfied. She had been knocking all the way and was now tired. She took a sip of water and said, "You guys take a rest. If you have anything, come to the lounge to find me. Don't blame me for being nosy. I am doing this for everyone's good. Don't let one person make a mistake and the rest of the group suffer."

"You all know what's going on outside now. There are many people who sell their sons and daughters, and even exchange their children for food. We are here so we don't lack food or clothing, and the immortals are kind and won't kill us at will, so we should just live an honest life."

While the refugees were talking, Ye Zhou was studying the cash register.

In his hand he held a piece of cloth - it was cut from the clothes taken off by the refugees, which he washed and disinfected before bringing in.

Previously, it was written in small print that the cash register can automatically exchange currencies. What currencies are these currencies referring to? Does it include cloth?

After all, in ancient times, cloth could be used as currency.

Moreover, when the value of currency is unstable, barter is more popular among the people.

Ye Zhou studied it for a long time, but couldn't find a way to redeem it. He could only point the barcode scanner at the cloth and give it a try.

The cashier's screen suddenly lit up, and Ye Zhou rushed over to take a look.

LinenX1

Income: 0.5 yuan.

Ye Zhou: “…”

Only worth 50 cents?

Forget it, some income is better than no income.

If I had known earlier, I should not have thrown away the clothes of Cao'er and her daughter. I could have earned less than ten yuan.

After solving the employee problem, a new problem was put before Ye Zhou -

Where should he go to attract clients?