They were at the lowest bottom of people during this era. The higher ups only cared whether there was still food being delivered as part of the taxes. The farmer and villagers couldn't do anything but to accept that they could do nothing but to follow through the arrangement.
And when there were problems they couldn't solve, they reported it only to have to wait for such a long time.
It was tiring.
But they couldn't do anything under the complete control of those people. They needed the medicine distributed to them in order to control the gu inside their body so that they could stay alive.
If they ran away, they will die within a month's time because of the gu and poison within their body.
It was very miserable.
"What do you expect us to do?" Village Head Min asked, his voice slightly hoarse.