"Don't take that junk."
"Why are you hauling this stone? There's not that much space on the cart."
"We'll have it over there... ah, you just carry it on your back, as long as you can keep up."
The affairs officer kept trying to persuade them; pots and pans were still fine, but they shouldn't pile on every bit of trash. Those people would rather carry the firewood on their own backs than leave it behind.
Still, whether affairs officers or soldiers, they all came from the bottom rung, so they could understand the villagers' way of thinking.
Because for these people, this was all the property they had left, saved up bit by bit. Even a few sticks of firewood were something they'd painstakingly gathered in preparation for winter.
"From now on you won't have to worry about those wild beasts."
"Any bandits or robbers who dare come, we'll kill them!"
"Of course, our Lord..."
