Those people looked up at the procession on the opposite side, what a long line of carts. Each cart was filled with sacks, which appeared to contain grain.
"Is what you're saying really true, sir? If that's the case, we won't leave. Who would be willing to abandon their homeland and scrape out a living elsewhere? As long as we can survive, we all prefer to stay in our hometown," a young man asked.
"Rest assured, I'm telling the truth. Here's what we'll do, follow us back the way we came, and share our meals with us. Once we meet the local officials, food will be properly distributed to the people. How does that sound? Can you trust us?" Wenhan's heart was heavy when he saw these people.
Mingyu, who was at the back, had already heard Wenhan's conversation with the refugees. He quietly said a few words to Yunfei, who then led some men to quickly ride off on horses.
