Just like that, Yu Youyao's first charity hall was hastily organized. Although it was not perfect, at least it could host people.
They would continue to perfect it in the future.
After working hard for a few days, the Graceful Heart Hall finally stabilized.
There were already many children in the Graceful Heart Hall who had received a meager salary with their own hands.
Although there were only a few copper coins, this was their hope for survival.
As children who could only beg and rely on the pity of others to resist the mockery of others, they could only starve and support themselves through their own efforts.
The steward of the Graceful Heart Hall brought over a metal box. "Throw the money you earned today into this box."
The children subconsciously tightened their grip on the copper coins in their hands and retreated. They looked at the steward warily, unwilling to take out their hard-earned money.
