"Those people really won't give up. Isn't living a good life better? They just have to court death."
"Men die for wealth, birds for food, not to mention those people are running out of wild vegetables to eat. How can you expect them to be good?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao sat up and walked out of the makeshift tent.
That's right, they used the leftover wood from the teahouse to make several simple fabric tents, letting women and children sleep inside, while the men slept in the open ground around the firepit.
A subtle sound from inside startled someone, and Cheng Sicheng opened his eyes. He immediately sat up and asked, "Xiaoxiao, is something wrong?"
Once he spoke, many people woke up. After all, in this desolate wilderness, no one slept soundly. Even though the men were snoring, they could wake up in an instant.
After fleeing for so long, they still maintained a sense of alertness. Seeing that everyone was basically awake, Cheng Xiaoxiao called them all over.
