Oh? Recruiting ten strong men to refine the desolate bones?
Yi Yun had a thought. He had been thinking about the illness the villagers had contracted from refining the desolate bones for the past few days.
The large numbers of sick were all healed by a “miracle drug”.
Something had to be amiss for them to recruit new strong men for the refinement.
With that thought, Yi Yun threw down his firewood and headed to the grain-sunning ground in the village.
From afar, Yi Yun could see Zhao Tiezhu standing up high shouting.