Among the hundreds of people gathered, some still had a hint of worry in their eyes, while others were overjoyed. After all, the treatment Ning Ye and his group had given them was simply too good. Not only were they able to eat their fill, but they were also given some small change, which, however little, was precious to them.

Such a large event must require a lot of people, and perhaps a large portion of them will have the opportunity to stay here instead of having to go out and suffer hunger, cold, and homelessness.

Ning Ye cleared his throat and continued, "As for the rest of you, I hope you can go out and dig soil for me. I will buy every cartload of soil for ten coins, no matter how much soil you can dig up, I will accept it all."

One of the refugees raised his hand. "Sir, we know you have taken us in out of kindness, but I would like to ask if we can stay here and not be driven away."

"Gentlemen, this is just a village, not a very big place. If you really want to stay, then work hard. As long as you give me ten taels of silver, I can rebuild a new house for you here."

Some people have already started counting on their fingers to see how many cartloads of soil it would take to collect ten taels of silver.

Of course, the vehicle mentioned here is just a single-wheeled cart that Ning Ye recently introduced. If it were a horse-drawn carriage, Ning Ye would naturally increase the price slightly, otherwise it would be too much of a rip-off.

People always need something to look forward to in life. Although two taels of silver may seem like an unbearable sum for these people, it represents new hope for them.

After all, Ning Ye was confident that even if it wasn't now, Qingmei Village would definitely be more than just a village in the future, and would become the fairest place on this land.

Although it wasn't truly spring yet, the weather had indeed warmed up, so he simply decided to start large-scale construction at this time. Although it wasn't the best time, he needed to do it now.

Ning Ye could only pray that he could really hold on; if he himself had a problem, no one else would be able to withstand it.

The large-scale construction in Ningye naturally attracted the attention of another wave of refugees. Ningye had no choice but to select young and strong people to help with the work, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to work in this harsh winter.

On the other side, Wang Wu lived up to expectations. He knew that the other party would not take the main road, so the mountain forest was the best choice. Moreover, the footprints on the snow were too obvious and could not be erased at all.

Knowing that the other party was traveling with a delicate princess and couldn't possibly move very fast, Wang Wu and the others hurried along, following the footprints to catch up with the Turkic prince.

In this forest, Wang Wu and his group's movement speed was not slowed down at all, because the skis under their feet were simply magical, allowing them to move quickly even on the snow.

After all, walking on the snow by themselves would take far too long and would be a huge waste of energy. Wang Wu and the others chased after them until late at night when they suddenly spotted a flickering fire in the forest.

Wang Wu immediately recalled all the scattered soldiers. "It seems we've caught that kid. Encircle him and block all possibilities. We absolutely cannot let him escape."

So everyone formed a large circle around the fire, while the Turkic prince sat by the fire, warming himself and eating dry rations.

Suddenly, Zhamuhe raised his head and looked around. Although it was a quiet, dark night, he felt a sense of danger creeping into his heart.

His numerous near-death experiences told him that this feeling was definitely not his imagination; something was about to happen, but he had no idea what it was.

Zhamuhe suddenly narrowed his eyes and gripped the hilt of his sword. In that instant, a sharp arrow shot directly at him, but the blade flashed and cut the arrow in two.

Zhamuhe immediately roared, "Who is hiding in the shadows and what kind of hero are you? Come out if you dare!"

Wang Wu, gripping his sword, slowly emerged from the darkness. "Not bad, as expected of a prince. Your reaction speed is quite fast. This arrow should have been enough to kill you. Why struggle?"

"I didn't expect that you people would discover my whereabouts. But do you think you can stop me by yourself?"

"Oh dear, you have no idea, our young master said that he would catch you no matter what, so he took it a little more seriously."

When all the soldiers emerged from the darkness, the glint of their blades had become one, their black combat uniforms blending seamlessly with the night, and their sharp eyes alone exuding immense pressure.

Seeing so many people, Zhamu knew in his heart that he would not be able to leave here today.

However, as a prince of a nation and a Turk, he could not allow himself to surrender without resistance. If that were the case, there would be no difference between living and dying.

"I see that you are all elites, and I'm sure you all have your pride. Do you really intend to bully the weak with numbers? I hope to have a fair duel with you."

Wang Wu burst out laughing. "I'm really sorry, but our young master has never taught us what a fair duel is. So either you obediently surrender, or you can try to resist and see if you'll die by my hand."

Zhamuhe finally launched his heroic charge, but unfortunately, Wang Wu saw it as utterly foolish, even unbearable to watch, because the moment he charged, he was pinned down and had no ability to resist whatsoever.

With so many people present, there was no other choice but to surrender, and resisting would only make him lose more face.

Wang Wu also put Zhamuhe into a deep sleep, like a baby, to ensure that the guy wouldn't start barking randomly before they returned, otherwise it would be quite annoying on the way back.

This sudden rescue left Princess Yuye somewhat bewildered. She had already given up hope, but now this force seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, as if divine soldiers had rescued her from dire straits.