The next day.
The day before the Spring Festival.
Ice Prefecture welcomed the liveliest day of the year.
Countless children poured onto the streets, laughing and playing together.
Even in temperatures more than ten degrees below zero, with their cheeks frozen red, nothing could hide the joy on their faces.
Outside the Ninth Master's Residence in Ice Prefecture, formerly the Ming King's Residence.
A long line had formed.
The Little White Tiger Group was handing out grain today.
This was an unprecedented event.
In this dog-eat-dog age, wealthy households wanted to put extra locks on their food stores, terrified that anyone might discover them.
Only Old Ninth had waved his hand and distributed food to the poorest people throughout the city.
As he put it, he had never eaten his fill at New Year growing up, and he wanted other children to have a happy childhood too.
Inside the Ninth Master's Residence.
Old Ninth wore a heavy coat as he sat around the stove with Ji Min, Thirteen, Little White Tiger, and the others.
"You used your own dividends to hand out supplies to everyone. Aren't you going out to say hello?"
Xiao Yuan leaned against Little White Tiger, cracking sunflower seeds as she teased him.
The Little White Tiger Group had gone from rags to riches this time.
Most of its senior members were spending their money on all sorts of things, but Old Ninth alone had given all of his away.
"What for? I'm not counting on them remembering my kindness." Old Ninth shrugged indifferently. "I've been poor all my life. With this much money on me, I don't even dare die anymore. Better to spend it."
Most people could not understand Old Ninth's thinking.
Doing good without taking credit?
In truth, Old Ninth handed out supplies simply