Yu Laoda and the others had never seen such a spectacle before; they all retreated several steps in fright.
Gu Benluo curiously stood on his tiptoes, peering out through the gaps between the guards. "You guys are being too cautious. These are just fellow villagers."
So what if they used to be bandits? He had heard his father say that these people were forced into the mountains by hardship. If they actually had blood on their hands, the local villages wouldn't have protected them.
"That's right, we are villagers of Xinsheng Village." Yu Laoda spoke exceptionally loudly. They had been going into the city often these days, so they had come to understand some of the official dialect.
They were people with status now, so they puffed out their chests with pride. Their favorable impression of the young gentleman who had just spoken grew even stronger. He truly came from a prominent household; he certainly had a way with words.
