C871 Bandits
Dr2618-3-2, am5: 15
In the early morning, the mountains were covered in mist.
The rooster's cry could be heard from afar, and the mud houses on the hills could be vaguely seen.
The villagers carrying baskets walked in twos and threes. Grass shoes stepped on the dirt road, and they would occasionally turn their heads and chat with people. They were filled with the rustic aura of a village
