"You lot, go and clear the river channel."
Having controlled the few men, Wu Xiaoshan immediately issued another command.
The several men grimaced and kept hopping on the spot, trying to alleviate the cold on their bodies.
Shivering all over, it wasn't just about resisting; even walking was hard, so they dared not disobey.
With no other choice, they had to get into the river and move the stones out.
By the time the channel was cleared, the sun had already come out.
Their lips had turned purple from the cold, and thick frost had formed on their beards and eyebrows.
"Xiaoshan, won't they freeze to death like this?"
Li Jing, after all, was a girl, and although she knew these people were bad eggs, she still feared they might actually freeze to death.
If that happened, Wu Xiaoshan would become a murderer.
"It's fine, they won't die."
Wu Xiaoshan said casually, unconcerned.
Then, he turned to Zhang Dabao and ordered, "Take those few to the front, and bring their clothes to me."
