"What happened? What's going on?" Xiao Chen's eyebrows raised in alarm.
"Still the same old Chenzi, eh? Just your presence alone, tenures the goons in our villages to behave for ten and a half days per month. You never lose momentum." The two elderly men sighed, "But this time… it's not the local ruffians bullying us, it's the state religion of Jiuzhou stirring up trouble. They're forcing all the men, women, elderly, and children in the village, sparing neither the folks in their fifties nor the teenagers, to go to the upper reaches of the Yellow River to construct a massive project. They're saying it's to build the Ancestor Dragon Platform, or perhaps the so-called Bridge of Death to Heaven..."
