On the high platform stood a dashing figure, observing the training.
From time to time, someone would report matters to him.
The figure was thin but exuded energy and charisma, bringing Li Yu to tears.
It wasn't just the presence of a teacher; that confidence, the imposing aura, the undeniable brilliance—they were the shadow of a true mentor.
After Jiang Xiaoxiao had finished giving instructions, Lin Dawang set off to transport the illegal salt.
Li Tieniu was organizing the refugees.
Their Li Family Village and the Lin Family Village were quite famous near the prefecture city; many refugees knew they could find food there.
For the past two days, the roads were filled with refugee families heading there.
The population of the two villages now exceeded five thousand.
Food was a significant issue.
Jiang Xiaoxiao dug ten granaries in the mountains, well-hidden, known only to Li Tieniu and the elders of Li Family Village, all filled with grain.
