Returning to the temporary camp, Hu Si and his group looked quite dispirited. As they journeyed back, their group had grown larger, now numbering around twelve to thirteen hundred people.
The population of three villages combined should surely exceed two or three hundred people.
This is a terrible era.
"How did it go?"
Upon entering the temporary camp, a colleague approached him, inquiring actively, and the others were also watching them, seemingly hoping for some good news.
In reality, they weren't truly wishing that one village could still function normally; what they longed for was that the final bit of order hadn't collapsed.
Pedro shook his head, briefly recounting what he had seen, and everyone fell silent.
Soon, someone started cursing Diego and the ruling group; it was like an infection, more people began to curse them.
Pedro, too, spent time cursing Diego and those ministers with greedy faces, but recently he started contemplating another question.
