This was a remote, inconspicuous large village, where many surrounding places have already become desolate. They gathered resources and personnel together, backed by the mountains so only three sides need defense. Simple protective fences made of wooden planks are everywhere, but the most noticeable are the three watchtowers, used to monitor enemy movements.
This seemingly small camp controls a mountain spring, surrounded by plenty of vegetables and grains being planted. The water gently flows down, providing drinking water for the people and irrigation for these vegetables. Inside are men and women, whose clothes are ragged yet their spirits are excellent. Each has a clear division of labor, some repairing, some planting, some washing clothes. Compared to the wretches struggling outside, the people here are hardworking but their eyes are filled with something called hope.
