Du Chengfeng, sitting on horseback, sighed.
Thinking back to when he first came to this world, without any foundation, he was a refugee. He finally managed to establish a small livelihood at Yang Family Fort, but after a great battle, he became a refugee again—of course, the time in Yanzhou was not bad. He not only found work, got assigned a house, but even had the opportunity to study under a retired official.
And now, after another great battle, he was still a refugee.
Fortunately, this time, it wasn't just him, or the villagers of Yang Family Fort. Even over a hundred thousand people from Yanzhou were like them, leaving their homes to embark on this promising venture.
"Is this really a good thing?"
Li the carpenter, who was driving the cart, felt increasingly uneasy, constantly feeling that his future was getting dimmer.
Why had he become a refugee again? Why did he say "again"?
"This is indeed a good thing."
