While digging for silt to make clay bricks two days ago, everyone was discussing whether they should run away, go back to being bandits, or rebel. But by the third day, everyone suddenly had a different topic of discussion. "How many bullets do you have now?"
"Hehe, I already have ten bullets." Jin Lan said, "I think I can definitely get my gun back in less than a month!"
After arriving here, they ended up having to work for the guns that were theirs to begin with. That sounded incredibly absurd but everyone suddenly seemed to be enjoying it. It was as though it had suddenly become an honor to be able to carry guns again.
At the beginning, quite a few people slacked off. They only pretended to be busy while the others worked hard. They would lie on the edge of the riverbed to sleep and bask in the sun or watch the others as they worked.
