It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Jiang Yan rubbed her cheeks and hands vigorously; it was too cold that day.

To blend into the crowd and avoid attracting attention, she secretly took off her warm fox fur coat and stuffed it into a crevice in the rocks. Now she just hopes that when it's found, it can be cleaned up properly; otherwise, if the recycling manager finds fault with her after she's done using it, it would be too embarrassing.

I wonder when the situation in Kyoto will finally settle down...

The next morning, a large wave of people poured into the mountain valley where a number of people had already gathered. Some of them looked at the forest and then at the refugees who had already taken their places, and hesitated before staying.

Two of their companions quietly left and followed behind the departing group to check for any unusual activity, while Jiang Yan and the others stayed behind to observe the newcomers.

A moment later, she returned stealthily with her hands tucked in, her gaze subtly falling on a certain spot beneath her slightly drooping eyelids.

She looked closely and saw that the two people sitting in the center, who were being protected, were both women wearing men's robes. Although their faces, hands, and outer garments were covered in dirt and ash, their exposed necks were snow-white, their earlobes had holes, and their inner garments were made of fine material that ordinary people could not afford.

It's not surprising that wealthy women dress like this for safety reasons when they're out in public, but what made Jiang Yan suspicious was that the two women would subconsciously look at a middle-aged servant protecting them from the outside when they were talking.

It wasn't the Udand they were looking for; his complexion wasn't dark enough, and he didn't look weak... Even a blind cat wouldn't stumble upon a dead mouse like this. Jiang Yan then wondered if it might be another important person.

However, most of the portraits of officials she had seen were from other prefectures and counties. Because the turnover of officials in the capital was relatively fast, many of them stayed at home and did not like to go out. Some people did not even have the opportunity to infiltrate, so the information she obtained was not up-to-date.

For example, the person she suspects now doesn't have her face in her memory.

However, adhering to the mentality of "better to catch the wrong person than let them go," Jiang Yan poked one of her companions on the shoulder, gesturing for her to look in the direction she indicated.

"Do those men dressed as servants, giving orders now, look familiar to you?"

The person who was poked squinted and examined the face carefully for a long time: "Looks unfamiliar."

Well, maybe she's obsessed... Jiang Yan asked the remaining few of her own people, and they all said they didn't remember, so she had to give up.

On the third day of squatting in the mountain valley, the weather got much colder.

Jiang Yan felt that if she continued to freeze, she would soon lose her life. So she secretly took out the fox fur coat she had hidden and wrapped it around herself. Then she forced it into her old coat, making her look very bulky and clumsy.

Feeling the envious glances from those around her, Jiang Yan tugged at her sleeve and moved her arms. Her movements were indeed a bit awkward, which affected her performance.

On the fourth day of their stay in the mountain valley, Jiang Yan and her group finally ran out of the dry biscuits they had brought with them, no matter how sparingly they ate them.

Because of the large number of people gathered, the wild animals in the nearby mountains had long since fled, and since yesterday, some people who had run out of food have formed groups to search for food in the deep mountains.

Jiang Yan expressionlessly stuffed the last dry biscuit into her mouth, the hungry green lights emanating from three directions making her feel like she was being pricked by thorns. "We can't stay here any longer. When do we retreat?"

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the risk of facial paralysis would be minor, but the risk of being surrounded and robbed was very high.

One of the companions, who returned in the evening after gathering information, replied, "Later, wait for my instructions."

Half an hour later, only rustling sounds remained in the silent mountain valley.

Jiang Yan and her group slowly retreated from the fire into the shadows, and then slowly, slowly, they ran towards Kyoto.