Among the surviving residents of Tongxin Town, more than half had gone to rescue the injured townsfolk, while the smaller half was searching for Song Ankang.
A few minutes later, the Tenant Farmers of Chaoyun Manor also rushed over. Apart from a portion with rudimentary medical knowledge who went to treat the wounded, most of them joined the search for Song Ankang.
The Tenant Farmers of Chaoyun Manor knew full well that the good life they had today, and their strong chance of surviving this year's hardship, were all thanks to Song Ankang.
Without the source of income Song Ankang had opened up for them, at least a fraction of the Tenant Farmers might have seen their families destroyed and their lives ruined.
Even if many of the other tenant farmers could survive, one or two people in each household would likely starve to death. What Song Ankang had done was no different from the grace of saving the lives of every tenant farmer in Chaoyun Manor.
After all, no one knew who would starve to death in this year's great disaster.
Moreover, this was not something Song Ankang had been obliged to do. Even without opening up this source of income, he could still have lived very well.
Yet for the Tenant Farmers of Chaoyun Manor, Song Ankang had not hesitated to sacrifice his reputation and engage in trade. Although he had earned quite a bit of money from it, was that not what he deserved?
Even if Song Ankang had made them work for free and given them only food and drink—or even nothing at all—the Tenant Farmers would still have had to obey.
But Song Ankang not only fed and housed them, he also paid them handsome wages and took every family into consideration. How could such