Shen Tang left without a second thought, leaving everyone staring at one another.
Luo San's deputy cautiously asked for instructions.
So, were they supposed to do this job or not?
Luo San and his followers had all come from poor backgrounds. Because Luo San had stood up for them and given them a way to survive, they had followed him without hesitation. How many poor families had never done farmwork? It was just that, ever since they had made a living through war, they truly hadn't done any.
Even the lowest-ranked Low-Tier Gongshi was a Martial Gall Warrior.
What kind of Martial Gall Warrior got treated like a human laborer and sent to clear wasteland?
And yet their lord had signed contracts with each of them and treated them kindly, providing food that could only be called extravagant. What human laborer got that kind of treatment? From that perspective, she definitely hadn't meant to slight or humiliate them. "General, what do you think?"
Luo San's expression changed again and again, putting on quite a show.
At last, he let out a long breath.
He seemed vaguely irritated. "Do it for now. We'll see after the fuss dies down."
With Luo San's official answer, the others naturally had nothing to say. They did have one question, though. "Where do we get the tools for clearing the land?"
They couldn't very well dig up the soil with their bare hands, could they?
Luo San went to ask Wei Lou, who was someone he knew reasonably well.
"Sir, did our lord say where we should get the tools?"
Wei Lou was focused on writing large characters for teaching. Each sheet had only one character, accompanied by a lifelike illustration to help the students understand. Luo San interrupted his concentration, and Wei Lou was