Not to mention, if it weren't for Liu Zhuangui who took him in at Yuelai Inn, he would have starved or frozen to death on the streets.,The old man heard Yang Ge's words, his action of drawing water stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh again.,Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.。