"Quick, clear out the junk here!"
"Move faster, all of you, as if you haven't eaten!"
...
Construction began, and the formerly desolate mine finally had a hint of livelihood. The once-sullen refugees had rare smiles on their faces.
People are not afraid of hardship; they're afraid of losing hope.
The lord is their backbone. These people accustomed to relying on the nobility from childhood, it was indeed difficult for them to live independently.
Of course, the main thing was that the Rebel Army had robbed them first, and then the anti-rebel army. They had suffered brutal social hits, leading to a severe lack of security.
Including those who had moved south with Hudson, eating every day without working, everyone was still insecure.
But now it was different. With new jobs came a sense of worth. There was no need to worry that their lord would suddenly abandon them.
