Over the next five days, the working-class South Ward of Sky-Crown City underwent a transformation that left every noble spy and imperial scout rubbing their eyes in disbelief.
With newly recruited Rank 4 Early alchemist Master Dan-Chen (happily wearing his yellow dishwashing apron) and Grandpa Yao (in his plump. Rosy-cheeked [Rank 4 Living Wood-Lotus Chef Avatar]) taking turns tending the twelve giant Star-Iron Soup Cauldrons outside the Gu Family Peace Pharmacy & Orphanage. The rich, golden aroma of [Five-Grain Golden Hearth Porridge] and [1-Copper Qi-Opening Mutton Soup] never stopped drifting across the southern streets from dawn until midnight.
Yet Gu Changsheng knew that simply ladling out soup wasn’t enough.
Although tens of thousands of dockworkers, carpenters, seamstresses. Street orphans had already condensed golden [Warm-Hearth Spirit Roots] in their stomachs from eating Gu Family five-grain meals, ordinary working folks had never attended an aristocratic cultivation academy. Most of them couldn’t read archaic classical scriptures, nor did they know how to circulate the newborn Warm-Hearth Qi through their thirty-six major meridians while doing their daily jobs.
So on Wednesday morning, after breakfast, Gu Changsheng called his three children—ten-year-old Gu Ye Xiao, nine-year-old Gu Nian, and seven-year-old Su Nuannuan—around the long elm-wood table in Willow-Breeze Courtyard.
