"Come this way, people from Nanling Village!"
Zhang Hu was standing on an oxcart beside the road shouting instructions.
By his side, there were over twenty soldiers and about seven or eight oxcarts from Nanling Village.
Seeing Li Qicheng and his family approaching, Zhang Hu shouted again: "The elderly, women, and children, get on the cart, put all your belongings on it too, I'm talking to you, stop looking around and quickly get your wife and children on the cart!"
Seeing Li Qicheng still looking around cluelessly, Zhang Hu jumped off the cart and urged them to get on.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Xie!" Li Qicheng, somewhat at a loss, helped his wife onto the oxcart.
At that moment, a soldier ran up from ahead shouting, "Zhang Hu, Zhang Hu!"
"Here!" Zhang Hu quickly responded.
"Your group from Nanling Village, all nineteen households are here, hurry up and move out, let the people from West River Village come next!" the soldier said, sweating profusely.
