"Nanling Tun, come this way!"
Beside the road behind them, Zhang Hu was standing on an ox cart and calling out.
At his side were more than twenty soldiers from Nanling Tun, as well as seven or eight ox carts.
Seeing Li Qicheng and his family members come over, Zhang Hu shouted again, "The old, the weak, women, and children get on the carts. Put your things on the carts too. I'm talking to you—stop looking all over the place and hurry up, get your wife and children on the cart!"
Seeing that Li Qicheng was still looking this way and that, Zhang Hu jumped straight down from the cart and urged them to climb aboard.
"Oh, oh, thank you, sir!" Li Qicheng, somewhat at a loss, helped his wife onto the ox cart.
At that moment, a soldier ran over from the front and shouted, "Zhang Hu, Zhang Hu!"
"Here!" Zhang Hu hurriedly replied.
"The nineteen households for your Nanling Tun are all here. Hurry up and haul them away, let the people from Xihe Tun behind come over!" the soldier said, drenched in sweat.
After these commoners arrived, they would immediately be assigned to the various Hundred-Man Battalion Offices and Tun Fortresses. Each Hundred-Man Battalion Office and Tun Fortress had to bring its own people and ox carts over to pick them up.
Over three thousand households, more than ten thousand mouths, plus the soldiers who had come to collect people—the scene was extremely chaotic.
Fortunately, everyone was very rule-abiding. Though it was somewhat noisy and disorderly, nothing went wrong.
After receiving the order, Zhang Hu counted the commoners at his side. Once he confirmed there were nineteen households, he led the people east along the official road.
"Huzi, you've got everyone?"
"Mm, everyone's here. Nineteen households, more