A Touch (1)
Translator: 549690339
The dilapidated and mottled low mud houses, the black bottom of the stove, chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs were running around unscrupulously on the road. As far as the eye could see, the sand and mud piled up in a desolate manner.
Standing in front of the village, Jiang Beiran frowned.
The reason why he frowned was not because of the desolation, because even if he implemented a large number of new decrees, it would not be effective so quickly. The desolation of the countryside could not be completely changed in a short period of time.
The reason why he frowned was because there were almost no males in the village. In broad daylight, there were only a few old women farming in the fields.
Such a scene was common in Jiang Beiran's era before he personally led his troops to war. Many places were like a country of women, where not a single man could be seen.