The next day, Dahu and several other men shouldered hoes and carried sickles, planning to take their chances in the mountains. Just as they were heading out, they noticed that far away, someone seemed to be coming toward the village.
Red clothes stood out sharply against the vast whiteness.
As they got closer, they saw it was yamen runners.
The people of Xiaolu Village had no good impression of yamen runners. If not for the sabers at their waists, they would have swung their hoes at them right then. No one went to greet them; they only went back to call the village chief.