"We encountered bandits."
Su Yuniang appeared visibly shaken, adopting the demeanor of a timid and adorable young woman, "It was terrifying, there were three of them, slaughtering Uncle Xu's family who were fishing, the ground was covered in blood."
"The two of us ran home and stumbled upon it, the courtyard was filled with the stench of blood, and after a fierce fight, we barely managed to defeat them."
Ning Zheng nodded.
The courtyard was drenched in blood; perhaps the villagers had been well-fed recently, their bodies full of flesh, bleeding out only upon death.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much blood.
Lately, blacksmiths from the manor have been assigning tasks to villagers, collecting various plants, spiritual roots, digging, and woodcutting...
To help them improve their livelihoods.
In particular, recent signpost distributions encouraged villagers to tell stories while fishing, supplying them with resources to better their lives.
