On the open ground outside the city, there was a district of temporary shelters.
Uniform grass mat roofs arranged neatly, with narrow yet clean passages connecting them.
Among them, the disaster victims in ragged clothes could be seen moving about orderly.
Contrary to the imagined chaos and clamor, there was actually a sense of order and solemnity, almost like a well-arranged campsite.
Captain Wu, dressed in a blue official robe and carrying a long sword at his waist, led a few yamen runners, riding slowly to the edge of the shelter area, reining in the horse while surveying everything from above.
His brows relaxed slightly, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he mused silently:
"This Magistrate Lu is indeed a capable official! To have settled nearly ten thousand refugees so orderly!"
Holding the sword sheath, his face remained expressionless, but the calculations in his mind were loud:
