"What?!"
"You girl are leaving the mountain!"
A cry of astonishment came from the blacksmith's shop.
As soon as the words were spoken, the originally closed doors on both sides of the street opened one after another, and men and women emerged, gathering towards the blacksmith's shop.
Oddly, among the crowd, the men were almost all elderly, well over the age of sixty, with only a few middle-aged men in their forties and fifties.
The women ranged from young ladies in their bloom, at the age of twenty-eight, to old grandmothers who were also well over sixty.
In the small mountain village, it seemed that only these elders and women, along with some children, were left behind.
The working-age men had all left the village.
"Qimeng, you're leaving?!"
The leading middle-aged woman grabbed Qimeng's hand with a face full of concern and asked.
The others also looked at Zhan Qimeng with eyes full of concern.