On the eastern shore of Honghu Lake, dinner had already been prepared at Shi Quan's simple camp. The soldiers had set up a table again using the same method as that morning, allowing everyone to sit around it and eat together.
Several large pottery basins had been placed in the middle of the table, with the stewed dishes divided among them. Women and children crowded around the table, and each person had a full bowl of dry rice in front of them.
Since none of them knew how to use chopsticks to pick up food, the soldiers took large spoons and served each person a spoonful of meat and vegetables, saving them the trouble of trying and failing to pick up the food themselves.
This time, they were using chopsticks to eat. Although none of them really knew how to use them yet, scooping rice into their mouths with chopsticks was no problem. Even the children could quickly learn to feed themselves.
"Take your time, everyone. If you're still hungry, there's more in the pot. Once you join our Han Tribe, you'll be able to eat food this good at every meal. But don't waste anything, either. Not a single grain of rice may be left in the food you put in your bowl. If you can't finish it, don't serve yourself so much."
Dozens of people sat together, shoveling rice into their mouths. It was quite a magnificent sight. Shi Quan, meanwhile, wandered back and forth between the two tables, carrying his bowl as he ate. From time to time, he also told the women and children who had just joined them about the Han Tribe.
Although they couldn't understand a word he said, they had to learn. If he didn't let them listen, how would they ever learn?