On the fifth day of the lunar month, Ouyang Zhenyu immediately pulled the two children up, wiping away their tears while gently comforting them.

"Don't cry, what happened in the village?"

"Don't rush, take a shower, tidy up, and eat something first."

Ouyang Zhenyu could hear thunderous sounds coming from the two children's bellies.

These two kids are so thin; you can only imagine what they've been through recently.

Hearing this, the two children's stomachs growled even louder. Seeing this, Chuwu hurriedly had someone bring them hot porridge from the pot.

The two children must have gone without food for many days, as they held their bowls of porridge.

Each person ate a large bowl of white porridge, yet they were still not full.

You should know that the bowls at this time were all very large, each one like a basin.

Regardless of their age, these two children would be able to eat about this much.

The children looked on longingly, wanting to eat more.

My nose was sore from crying on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Even in their village, where every household was struggling to get enough to eat, the child was not starving to this extent.

"Go and serve them another bowl each. Don't worry, we'll make sure they're full."

Ouyang Zhenyu immediately stopped the sixth man who was holding the bowl.

"No, they can't eat it!"

The sixth brother was a little angry.

"Xiao Jiang, what happened to you? I used to think you were a nice person."

I now realize that you can know a person's face but not their heart.

The child is starving, and you still won't let him eat his fill. Besides, the grain we're eating comes from their village.

"Do you have a clear conscience?"