These battle-scarred cities, though seemingly revived on the surface, still harbored many parasites hidden within.
Yige and Lu Jianxi, along with the commoners, had waited a long time before the gentry leisurely made his appearance.
Given that he looked like a benefactor to the common people, neither Yige nor Lu Jianxi went up to scold him bluntly; instead, they intended to observe how Xiang Kun treated the returning refugees.
The gentry set up a chair and a table at the doorway and placed a small register on top of it before calling out languidly to the people below:
"Line up everyone, register one by one!"
Yige and Lu Jianxi queued at the very end, while the others had already begun their registration.
"Village chief, I returned from the south the day before yesterday. My family owned a plot of wheat and some sweet potato fields previously… but now I'm forbidden to farm them," one middle-aged man said.
"Where is your house? Is it still there?" asked the gentry, indolently.
