As soon as Blacksmith Wang's workshop got on track, the grain drying field at the west end of Han'antun became bustling. The newly harvested Han Dynasty grains were spread all over the floor. The refugees rolled up their sleeves and dried them in the sun, humming a tune made up by someone, "Hanantun, there is food to eat, and you will not be bullied if you follow the Han Dynasty..." Gu Ci leaned on the branch of the old locust tree, playing with the jade seal that said "Han inherits the destiny" in his hand, looking at the busy crowd below, with a smile on his lips.
