The houses where the bandits lived were mostly made of mud plastered with dry grass. Just a few strong hits with wood could bring them down. Indeed, they discovered quite a few interlayers. But similarly, focusing on one thing made them lose another; searching the ground, they forgot the roof, and after examining the walls, they couldn't handle the ground and the roof.
Some clever people realized this, and they searched thoroughly before tearing down the houses, but it was already late.
Individually smart ones searched haphazardly among the crowd.
Zhou Liru carefully avoided the houses with half-collapsed walls. After wandering around for a bit, she said, "It's all a mess here. How can we find anything?"
Liu Huan opened his mouth wide and asked, "Isn't there anywhere else that hasn't been searched?"
Governor Duan glanced at his personal guards, who pointed to a few straw houses in a remote corner and said, "Yes, over there."
"What's that place?"
