The weather gradually warmed up.
Mid-March, on a sunny day, Huaxi Village suddenly had a group of government officers arrive.
The leader was riding a tall horse, with a group of prisoners being escorted on foot into the village, but they didn't linger too long. They only stood briefly at Changmen before being taken to the farm tool workshop.
Feng Yun was waiting there with a group of her men.
Piled outside the door were newly forged ironwares and farm tools. Her men had sturdy, upright shoulders, each one full of vim and vigor with a healthy flush on their faces, clearly well-fed and robust, and at a glance, one could tell they were eating well.
The prisoners couldn't help but envy those men.
Before arriving at the village, the Governor had already spoken to them about the purpose of their trip.
Building roads, laying bridges, digging wells, mining...
