"Why does a place like this still exist? Why are people like this still alive in this world's filthy mire?"
This village was extremely remote, surrounded by layer upon layer of mountains and forests that concealed it from view. Outsiders would have a hard time finding it. There was only one road leading into the village, a narrow dirt track that almost no one ever traveled.
The village chief's surname was He. His ancestors had once been wealthy landowners. In the first year of the Republic of China Era, they had fled with their families and servants into these deep mountains to escape turmoil and their enemies. Later, more people hiding from war or enemies gradually made their way in, and the place slowly became a village of around a hundred households.
"You're so long-winded." Su Qiao had no interest in learning its origins. She only wanted to wipe it away as easily as she would remove a smudge from a glass window.
If I don't explain it clearly, you won't understand what I say later.
444 was furious too, but at a time like this, it had to faithfully explain everything to her.
Relying on their wealth and manpower, the He family had become the Local Emperor of this place. On top of that, news from outside barely reached the village, and the He family forbade the villagers from leaving freely, claiming it was to prevent outsiders from discovering the village and following them in. It was not until the end of the 1990s that the villagers realized the wars outside had ended long ago and that the world was at peace.
But even after discovering that the outside world was no longer in wartime or suffering from famine, the village's rules had already been carved into the bones