Sure enough, the problem soon arose. Many citizens gathered around the posthouse, shouting for Zhongyuan people to get out, and throwing stones, rotten vegetables, smelly fish, and other things into the posthouse.
Bai Ruozhu seemed indifferent, "The army couldn't even breach it, so what's throwing things? Xiaoyuan, just keep an eye on the array."
"Alright, no problem. It's just that this feels a bit suffocating." Yuan Licheng mumbled.
The others also had grim faces. Not everyone could be as unconcerned as Bai Ruozhu. After all, they had helped the Fusang people with many things, but ended up being cursed at. Even if they left now, their reputation wouldn't be good, and it would seem like they were fleeing in disgrace.
"It's alright, Achun is arranging it." Bai Ruozhu said with a smile, not worried at all.
Fo Lanying was extremely curious and leaned over to ask, "Ruozhu, what are you going to do? Do you need my help?"
