While the situation in Shangjing City shifted like clouds and storms, impossible to predict.
Within North Guard.
With the migration of people, North Guard was no longer as sparsely populated as before. Though its population was still not large, the gathering of people had already given rise to quite a number of naturally formed villages.
Life for the common folk at the bottom was simple. Whether it was the War of the Imperial Sons or the contests among the upper ranks, those things were in truth very far removed from them and could not affect their lives at all. To them, three meals a day were what truly mattered. They worked hard and lived hard for nothing more than a slightly better life than the one they had now.
Little Deer Village.
This was a small village that had existed for less than half a year. Among the many natural villages formed due to population migration, it was an exceedingly ordinary one.
When they first settled here, there had been a rock at the village entrance that looked very much like a little deer, so the village chief casually gave it this name. As time passed, everyone gradually grew accustomed to calling it that.
Old Li's family lived in one of the row-style residential buildings in the village.
For generations, his family had been tenant farmers of the Seventh-Rank Aristocratic Clan, the Monan Sun Clan. This time, when North Guard began reclaiming land, the Monan Sun Clan sent one of its direct branches over, and Old Li's family came along with them.
Of course, the main reason was that Monan Prefecture now had too many people and too little land. As tenant farmers, his family had not had any land to cultivate for a long time. When they heard that