As soon as he stepped into the territory of Shannan Prefecture, Gu Luo sensed something was wrong.
"Hmm?"
"The aura around these people isn't right."
"Could they be the 'blood descendants' mentioned in the intelligence?"
Gu Luo looked curiously at the group of villagers around him.
They were truly just villagers.
These villagers were different from the usual impoverished ones.
They weren't gaunt and frail; instead, they were all broad-shouldered and strong, with rosy cheeks.
At the moment, they were plowing the fields.
Moreover, they didn't use oxen; these villagers themselves acted as "plow beasts" to work in the fields.
Each had immense strength.
Even more useful than oxen.
Some villagers could even venture into the mountains to hunt.
They returned with bountiful game.
In addition, there were organizations to irrigate the canals, and the seedlings grew beautifully.
With this scene, one could easily see that this year was destined to be a bountiful harvest.
