Yang Bao watched their retreating figures and let out a long sigh. These people were not steady or willing to put in honest work—if they had just worked diligently for the Mo Family for a few months, their lives wouldn't be as hard as they were now.
Seeing his distress, his wife laughed and said, "Look how worried you are, just manage the village affairs as the village leader! You're not their father; if they're not diligent, what can your worry do?"
Yang Bao gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said nothing.
Liu Yang Village was nestled against a large mountain; the land wasn't fertile, and the yearly yield was only enough to scrape by. Otherwise, over the years, there wouldn't have been just a dozen or so families coming and going in the village. If it weren't for those refugees who were allocated to this place later, Liu Yang Village wouldn't be as lively as it was now.
