The leader of Qingxi Village, Jiang Mincong, appeared sorrowful and pleaded earnestly:
"Old Su, we are all villages of the East District, dependent on each other. You cannot just watch us perish!"
Xu Zhong from Quanzhou Village had a troubled expression, bowing deeply:
"Old Su, considering how Quanzhou Village has supported the Martial Seal multiple times, I earnestly ask you to lend us a hand this time!"
In the main hall of the old house, as the two spoke first, the other village leaders also cast pleading gazes towards Su Can.
Su Can, with a somber face, took a big gulp from a rough earthenware teacup and asked heavily:
"I heard today that a town-level camp envoy appeared in Sanming Village too? Didn't they offer to handle the lord issue for you?"
The leader of Sanming Village, Wei Yi, with a face usually honest, now covered in worry, sighed heavily and said:
"Alas... If they were willing to help, we wouldn't be shamelessly bothering you, Old Su..."
