Xiulote nodded slightly. Then, his gaze shifted, observing the salt workers gathered in several clusters around him, noisy and chaotic, occasionally glancing this way.
Similar to the gold miners, the salt workers were lean and had distinct facial features. They also came from nearby villages and settlements, banding together, supporting their respective salt worker leaders. However, unlike the simple demeanor the gold miners maintained due to strict constraints, the temperament of the salt workers was far more fierce and combative.
Even with the presence of a significant figure at the salt fields, the salt workers continued to jostle and softly curse at each other. Xiulote faintly heard phrases like "south, salt road, fortune". He frowned slightly, the previous dissatisfaction accumulating in his heart. The young man looked sternly toward Bertade.