As the sun climbed high, Shiqu Village.
The Yuan Family.
Yuan Bao woke up unusually late.
He had fallen asleep late last night, so waking up now made sense.
Yuan Bao, upon waking, looked at the still-empty room and sensed the quiet outside, letting out a faint sigh.
"Alas, in the end, it's still me bearing all this alone!"
The small child had a surprisingly mature expression on his face.
Washing up, making breakfast.
Curling smoke rose into the air.
The silent Shiqu Village slowly saw a column of smoke ascending.
...
As Yuan Bao started making breakfast, in the Sheng Family's compound next door, a team of eleven scouts was gnawing on frozen rock-hard rations while drinking icy well water.
"Centurion, look, there's smoke!"
A scout happened to see the rising column of smoke and immediately reported it to the centurion sitting beside him.
