Through the troubled times and famine, I just want to farm peacefully

Yu Xunmei's words did not make him angry. Yu Shida looked up at her, his sharp eyes bloodthirsty and fanatical.

"Right now, aristocratic families from all over the country are fighting for the throne under various pretexts. With the Dongyue Wang family leading the way, why shouldn't I fight for it?"

"Oh, the ambitions of you men are really insatiable!" Yu Xunmei didn't want him to follow the Wang family of Dongyue.

"Amei, everything I did was for you and for the Yu family!"

"We have money and food in our Yu family. Why do you have to use our money and food to cling to the Dongyue Wang family? You have to risk your life for him?"

"You don't understand. That Lord Wang told me that not only the Wang family of Dongyue, but also the Wang family in the Central Plains will join forces to revolt, and the number of troops gathered together is as high as 300,000. If the Wang family succeeds, our Yu family will have the merit of following the dragon. Looking at the entire Southland, no family dares to look down on us!"

"Now in Nanzhou Prefecture, all the noble families regard us as a thorn in their side. How can it be easy for us to grow stronger?"

With Feng Yongyan putting pressure on him, Yun Zhenchuan took away half of the power, and he had people from Longtan backing him up from behind.

If they continue to let this go, the Yu family will have a hard time in Nanzhou Prefecture and will be slowly eaten away by other families. The Fan family is a lesson learned.

The Yu family had fought with Longtan's people several times and were defeated every time. Especially after Yu Shida was injured, he knew that Longtan's people were not simple. This made him afraid and he decided to find external aid to fight against Longtan.

In the end, Yu Shida knew very well that Yu Xunmei was worried about him leaving.

He held her shoulders and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will come back safely. When the time comes, we will take back the Xihe Iron Mine and Salt Field that belong to the Yu family, including all the land and people in Longtan. We will take them all back."

Yu Xunmei was a little shaken by what she said, and Yu Shida continued to paint a rosy picture for her, and finally succeeded in getting the key to the Yu family's warehouse.

Old Madam Yu was holding her only grandson in the backyard, listening to the news brought back by the servants from the front yard, with a sneer on her face.

"Go! Leave the Yu family immediately. It's best if you die outside and never come back!"

She said this with gritted teeth, and the baby in her arms whined twice in dissatisfaction. She immediately put on a loving look and coaxed the baby in a low and gentle voice.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, little treasure is the best. Just sleep peacefully. With grandma here, those evil spirits won't be able to get close to you."

This baby boy is the only blood of her son in this world. He was the only legitimate son of the Yu family born by the pregnant maid half a year ago.

After giving birth, the baby's mother died of postpartum hemorrhage.

Her precious grandson lost his parents at birth, which was really pitiful.

The more Mrs. Yu thought about it, the more heartbroken she became. She vowed to take back everything in the Yu family. This should have belonged to her son. Even if her son was gone, it would still belong to her grandson.

How could the concubine get everything that belonged to his son so easily!

And there is the ungrateful wolf that I raised.

This time, she must find an opportunity to teach her a lesson!

It is March, the month of spring, when everything comes back to life.

The warm spring sunshine shines on the vast fields, creating a vibrant scene.

In the farmland, fields of golden wheat sway in the wind, sparkling in the sun.

However, there was no trace of joy from the harvest in the village, only faint sounds of crying, shoving and shouting could be heard.

A woman with disheveled hair knelt on the ground and begged the soldiers who came to recruit soldiers.

"Sir, I beg you not to arrest my son. He is just fifteen years old, the only child in the family, and he has not yet married! His father was conscripted to fight the Hu people two years ago and his life or death is still unknown. Please let him go!"

However, the soldier showed no mercy and kicked the woman hard to the ground.

He said to her fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense. This is an order from the military government. Do you want to disobey it?"

After the soldier finished speaking, he walked past the woman, grabbed the young man by the collar, and no matter how he struggled and cried, he dragged him out of the house and tied his hands with a rope.

The faces of the onlookers were filled with fear and helplessness. Looking at the soldiers with long swords on their waists, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

After tying up the person, the officers and soldiers made a mark on the booklet in their hands with a pen and then moved on to the next house.

For a moment, the whole village fell into chaos and despair.

Cries, pleas for mercy, and curses echoed over the village.

The woman endured the pain in her body, carrying a bundle in her hand, and lagged far behind the team.

While the soldiers were going in to arrest the man, the woman approached her tied son.

The guards immediately stopped them, "What are you doing? No one is allowed to get close!"

The woman took out dozens of copper coins hidden on her body and said, "Sir, the child is young and I am worried. I will give him a few words and leave. What do you think?"

"Go, don't stay long." The soldier took the copper coin from his hand and put it in his arms. No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat.

The woman walked up to the young man, handed the bundle and tied it on his back.

When the boy saw the blood on the corner of his mother's mouth, tears kept flowing.

The woman whispered, "Don't cry! There are cakes and the money that your parents have saved over the years in the bag, take them! Listen to what mother said, when the rope is untied, run to the mountain and don't look back! Once you are out of the mountain, run to the Dragon Pond."

"Mom, what about you?" The boy was stunned, then reacted.

"Be careful on the road! Mother can't bear to see you anymore."

The woman wiped away her tears fiercely, blocked the soldiers' sight with her body, took out the dagger left by the child's father from under her clothes, and cut the rope on the boy's hand.

She turned around quickly, and before the soldier could react, she thrust the dagger into his chest, just as he had done to her just now.

The soldier looked at the woman, then at the dagger on his chest. He opened his mouth to shout, but blood kept gushing out of his mouth and he slowly fell to the ground.

The boy and his fellow villagers who were tied up were terrified.

The woman's hands were covered in blood and she was shaking. Seeing that the group was still in a daze, she shouted, "Run! Run!"

The boy glanced at his mother, followed his mother's instructions, and ran up the mountain first.

The people behind him finally reacted and hurriedly followed the young man.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the house behind her, the woman bent down and drew out the big knife from the soldier's waist, held it tightly with both hands, and faced the two soldiers coming out of the door.

"No one can take my son away today."

Her eyes were red and she looked almost crazy.

The officers and soldiers saw their companion lying in a pool of blood behind her, and then looked back to see that the few soldiers who had been tied up earlier had disappeared. They drew their swords and pointed them at the woman.

"You vicious woman, you actually dared to assassinate officers and soldiers. I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"I would rather die with you than let you take my son away." The woman laughed.

Other villagers came with hoes and shovels, and shouted, "Kill them! Don't let them take our children away!"

For a moment, the public was in an uproar.

The two soldiers were soon surrounded by villagers. They could no longer care about anything else and started hacking with their swords.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.