Qi Shan had already grown used to Young Master Shen's erratic way of thinking. "A name? What kind of name would Young Master Shen like?"
Shen Tang looked grave. "Villains' Village?"
There wasn't a single decent person in the whole village, inside or out.
A village full of villains. The name was perfectly apt.
Qi Shan: "..."
"No, no, that won't do. It'll scare off newcomers. At first glance, they'll think it's some kind of illegal pyramid scheme. How about 'Village of the Reformed'? No, that doesn't sound very respectable either. Maybe we should change it to 'Hand in Hand, We'll All Strive for Prosperity Village'?"
Qi Shan: "..."
He really shouldn't have had high hopes for Young Master Shen.
He gave her a faintly mocking smile. "Young Master Shen can choose whichever one you like."
It wasn't as if they'd ever use the name.
Shen Tang, a patient with a severe case of indecision: "..."
She left the choice to the heavens.
She grabbed a handful of weeds at random, bowed her head, and counted them. There were nine in all, so she settled on the third name—
Hand in Hand, We'll All Strive for Prosperity!
It was fate!
She brushed the bits of grass off her clothes and returned to the open clearing. Fewer than a third of the people remained there, all young and able-bodied. Gongshu Wu stood with his hands behind his back, inspecting them.
Shen Tang felt that something was off.
Was Gongshu Wu planning to put them through reform-through-labor? Make them turn over a new leaf and become decent people? What about everyone else? Where had they gone?
"Where are Yuan Liang and the others?"
"Mr. Qi just took a few people down the mountain to buy supplies."
Shen Tang was curious. "Buy supplies?"