The village was home to more than a hundred families.
The villagers here liked to enclose their homes with bamboo fences, most about half a person's height, though some were as tall as a person.
Big and small, a hundred families in all, the village was not so small.
As Chuzheng passed through the village, people saw her and hurriedly shut their doors, as if she were some terrible virus.
Bandits were used to such scenes; this was the usual response when they appeared.
But...
They glanced at Chuzheng walking ahead, completely unaffected by it all.
Could their employer be an ex-bandit?
That shouldn't be the case!
They had checked.
This person was just an ordinary villager who suddenly came into money...
"Stealing food, I'll let you steal food!!"
Sharp curses came from a yard up ahead; Chuzheng looked in that direction, where the evening gloom allowed only vague glimpses of someone's silhouette inside the yard.
