The oxcart traveled along the bumpy, muddy road for about fifteen minutes, passing through several villages in succession.
Along the way, there were many people carrying baskets and things on their backs, walking to the town. Many of them were from the village, and many others were from other villages.
The oxcart only became lively again after it had passed through those villages.
"Alas, those bandits deserve to die! Did you see that? Several villages have been burned down, the ground is covered in black ash, and the decades-old willow tree at the entrance of Willow Village has been burned to charcoal."
"That's right. I used to complain that our village was too remote and that it was too troublesome to go out. Now I'm really glad, otherwise, Qing Shi Village would probably have been robbed by bandits."
Jiang Yimian looked at the village not far away.
Many of the thatched huts showed signs of burning, their half-black and half-yellow appearance particularly striking.
There was still a lot of black ash on the ground, probably because it hadn't been cleaned up yet.
Several villages in a row had similar scenes, but there were more shacks made of tarpaulin than burned thatched houses, with some newly built thatched houses and adobe houses mixed in.
At this time, there are still many people building thatched huts.
She hadn't gone this way when she went to town last time, and she hadn't paid attention to the villages near Xinghua Village. Now, seeing these burned-down villages, she was horrified.
Those bandits were indeed ruthless, but fortunately the village is slowly recovering. The government has also said that they don't have to pay taxes for two years, which is enough time for them to recover properly.
Just then, Xiao Zhang suddenly beckoned to everyone in a mysterious manner and asked in a low voice, "Do you know exactly what happened in these villages?"
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