"Although the witch doctor has ways, what if you all end up trapped in An County for three to five years? Even if you don't die from illness, you would still be wasting your lives away. I am only saying this for your own good."
Li Wenli slightly pursed his lips and nodded perfunctorily, "We will be careful."
After speaking, he looked at the emaciated crowd with some emotion, "Staying in this wilderness is not a solution; why not go to other cities?"
The refugees shook their heads, "Nowadays, the name of refugees has been spoiled by the bandits. The cities see us and treat us like bandits. We are quite content here in the mountains and forests, although the living conditions are poor, there is enough food around to barely get by."
"How many of you are there?"
"About forty or fifty," the man replied before scratching his head in delayed realization, "What does this mean?"