After waiting a while longer, and seeing that nearly everyone had arrived, Chen Zhiyuan stepped onto the stairs, cleared his throat, and addressed the crowd:
"Thank you all, brave men, for coming to show your support. But let me make this clear first: my Chen Family will set out within the next three to five days, and no later than seven days from now."
His gaze swept across the crowd, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness:
"The deadline for the government conscription is also to report in seven days. I fear this may conflict with many of your schedules.
If this causes any inconvenience, it is not too late to withdraw now. Chen bears no grievance whatsoever."
The moment those words fell, low sighs and murmurs rose throughout the courtyard.
Many had answered the call precisely because they wanted to seize the time before being forced into service to earn some quick money for their wives, children, and elderly family members.
But if the timing conflicted, then they clearly would not be able to make this job.
"Ah... this..."
"Seven days... the timing is far too tight..."
"Forget it, forget it. Better stay put and be honest. If we miss the conscription deadline, that's a serious crime!"
At once, more than half the people shook their heads and sighed, turning away from the courtyard with disappointment written all over their faces.
The previously crowded scene immediately became much quieter, with only seven or eight people remaining.
Chen Zhiyuan looked at those who had stayed and said:
"Those of you who remain must be able to make the time. My Chen Family is heading to the county seat this time, and the road is far from peaceful. We will be relying on all of you.
The pay follows the old