Amid the bustle, time slipped quietly by, and in the blink of an eye, it was late autumn. By this point, the autumn harvest across Great Zhou had entered its final stages, and the people of Great Zhou had basically begun preparing for winter.
A new day dawned, and a massive procession arrived beyond Great Zhou's northeastern border.
From atop the watchtower, one glance was enough to see that there were at least ten thousand of them!
Had they not received word from the other side beforehand, they would have thought an enemy army had come to attack.
In fact, a closer look revealed that the figures moving with the main group were mostly dressed in ordinary clothes, with bundles strapped to their backs.
Nearly all of them were disheveled and dressed in rags. Anyone who did not know better would have thought they were refugees who had fled from somewhere.
Needless to say, these were the immigrants Zhou Xu and Peter had agreed upon back then.
Some time ago, when he received word from Peter that the other side was preparing to bring over the agreed-upon immigrants, Zhou Xu could not help rolling his eyes several more times.
Peter's petty scheming was still a little too shallow in his eyes.
This fellow certainly knows how to pick his timing. Setting out at this time, even if this large group made up of ordinary civilians traveled as quickly as possible, they would not reach the northeastern border until late autumn or early winter. After that, it would be the time when reserve grain would be consumed in large quantities.
From Peter's perspective, bringing the agreed-upon immigrants over at this time to avoid internal resource pressure was understandable.
But considering that they still had to cooperate in the future, the other