The bamboo huts built against the mountain that I remember numbered at least three to four hundred, but thinking back to the bandits of Mighty Hall she had seen, there were probably only around two hundred people.
Could it be that some had gone out to rob and were not among them??
If that were the case, then their painstakingly created facade of Mighty Hall escaping with money would have been for naught.
Seriously, Ah Dao also thought of the key point and asked from atop the carriage.
"How many of them are there?"
"Five... fifty or sixty people." These refugees began to weep profusely as they recounted the events of these past days.
These refugees had settled here only about three months ago, starting with just one or two households clearing the land. Later, it grew to over ten households. Relying on the mountain for sustenance, their lives improved a hundred, even a thousandfold compared to their days of destitution and wandering.