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"Hey, are you new here?"
"We need some help over here, come and give us a hand!"
In the square, a middle-aged man walked over and said to Lin Zheyu.
"Yeah, I am new here."
"Just finished cutting down trees all morning, exhausted, need a break."
"Where do you need help, just let me know, I'll head over after resting." Lin Zheyu said in a somewhat weak tone.
His face was smeared with black mud, making him look dirty and shabby, and his clothes looked unkempt, but the man didn't doubt him.
There were a lot of refugees here, most of them in such a state.
"Alright, come as soon as you can."
"About two hundred meters ahead there's an open space. We'll need a lot of hands to turn it into farmland."
"After the work is done, the steward will give each person a meat pie, don't miss out," the middle-aged man said.
"Okay, I'll head over as soon as I rest!" Lin Zheyu promised.
By now, there were not many people left in the square; most had gone to work.
