All around Po Yang, everyone had entered a state of war preparation.
Not only were the soldiers bustling about,
the ordinary people couldn't escape conscription either.
The Great Wall's construction had been ongoing for nearly two hundred years, requiring annual maintenance.
With the great battle impending, reinforcing the weaker segments had become more critical.
The two-hundred-mile Great Wall.
The workforce from the Thousand Households was wholly inadequate; they had no choice but to rely on civilians.
"Uncle Lai Zi, have something to eat."
Chen Sansi had been sent to supervise the labor and was distributing food to the villagers with Wang Li.
This temporary conscription didn't even provide meals.
The common folk had no choice but to comply.
Otherwise, if the barbarians breached the city, not a single living person would be spared.
"The cornbread smells delicious, Shi, becoming a high official recently must have lined your pockets well!"