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

The place that was burning was Su's village.

Su Kunliang, who was walking in the front, was so angry that his eyes burst into tears. He fell to the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"It's over! It's over! That was the manor that our Su family had passed down from generation to generation, and it was all burned down."

Zhu Jinhui was shocked and couldn't believe what she saw. Her lips trembled and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Su Yunru was terrified all the way. Looking at the flames rising to the sky ahead, he muttered to himself, "How could this happen!"

The white rice she had been craving for was gone, and she had to continue eating the bitter wild vegetables.

Su Yunzhi was mentally prepared, and he and Su Yunjin helped Su Kunliang, who was sitting on the ground, up from his position on both sides.

"Dad, the ground is cold, please get up."

Su Kunliang was helped up and stood aside, looking sad.

He was born and raised here, so naturally his feelings for Zhuangzi are deeper than those for his wife and children.

"Yunzhi, our family's farm is gone." Zhu Jinhui grabbed her eldest son's sleeve, her tone sad and mournful.

Su Yunzhi comforted her, "Mom, we are living in troubled times. No one can be immune. Think about the people who were killed by the Hu people. We are lucky enough."

Lin Yinan, who was walking at the end of the team, was completely unaware of the Su family’s sadness and melancholy.

Standing on the hillside, in the firelight, she had sharp eyes and soon discovered that something was wrong with Zhuangzi.

She took a closer look.

"Oh no! There are refugees fighting over there. Hide quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuo and Lin Yiheng hurriedly led a few horses and cows down the hillside.

Yun Mo and Yun Qi also discovered it, and they hurriedly asked the Yun family to go back.

There was no need for Lin Yinan to notify anyone, as screams soon came from the two groups of fighting refugees.

The village chief and the Su family who were walking in the front hurriedly turned back. The people from the Lin family village behind them had already retreated to the foot of the hill.

The village chief cried in his heart, these bastards didn’t even inform him when there was danger.

Hearing the screams one after another, the villagers were terrified.

From the time they fled until now, the biggest difference between them and other refugees is that almost every family still has livestock, and their bags are filled with dried meat and dried wild vegetables stored in the forest. They can be said to be extremely rich.

They really didn't dare to think about what would happen if they fell into the hands of refugees.

Not knowing what exactly happened in Zhuangzi, and whether the refugees would pass by here in the future, Lin Yinan decided to go and check out the situation.

"Brother, you stay here and look after mom and my brother. I'll go take a look."

"I will go with you."

Lin Yiheng was worried, but he was quite skilled and wouldn't be a burden to her.

"No, I feel more at ease with you here. Tell the village chief to tell the villagers not to light a fire, to pacify the livestock, and not to make any noise."

After saying that, she went around the side of the hill with her bow and arrow on her back.

Lin Yinan walked through the group of villagers and saw Yun Mo and Yun Qi in front.

"Miss Lin, are you going there too?"

In the darkness, Yun Mo's pair of black eyes were like two sparkling gems that could not be ignored.

Lin Yinan lowered his eyes slightly, "Well, together?"

"Let's do it together." Yun Qi smiled. Miss Lin was very skilled and was a good helper.

Yun Mo stared at him sideways, and Yun Qi scratched his head embarrassedly.

The three men approached in the dark and soon saw that there were two groups of people fighting. They were refugees robbing a group of wealthy people.

The refugees were dressed in rags. Although the rich did not wear silk or satin, the women and children were wearing clothes made of fine cotton, so they must be servants.

There were a large number of refugees, but the servants of the rich families were all strong and healthy.

"Huh?" Yun Mo saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Lin Yinan glanced at him and asked, "An acquaintance?"

Yun Mo nodded, "I know him."

Lin Yinan, "Do you need help?"

Yun Mo said coldly, "It depends on the situation."

Lin Yinan understood that the reason why he was not in a hurry to help might be because of a grudge.

"Who is it? Your enemy?" she asked again.

Yun Mo snorted coldly, "They are the family of Huang Guichang, the military officer of Xincheng."

Lin Yinan thought of Xin Cheng who passed by, "The one who fled without fighting?"

"it's him."

Lin Yinan put away his bow and arrow and watched the show with peace of mind.

Some refugees wanted to drag Huang Yinyin away. Huang Guichang held a long sword and tried his best to kill the two refugees around him before he saved his daughter.

Although he was not a good official, he was a good father and took good care of his children along the way.

Both sides of the fight were covered in wounds, and some refugees even had blood all over their heads, but they still tried to snatch the bag from the woman's arms regardless.

"Get out of here! Don't steal my things."

The woman held the bundle tightly in her arms, and when she saw that the refugee refused to let go, she leaned over and started biting the arm that was covered in dirt.

"Ah! Ah!"

The refugee screamed and let go, but the woman had already bitten off a piece of flesh from his arm.

"Bitch! I told you to bite me! I told you to bite me!"

The refugees kicked the woman madly.

The woman was hunched over, unable to fight back.

"Bang!" The refugee was hit by a club from behind.

Although the stick hit him on the head, the force was not strong enough to cause him any harm.

The refugee slowly turned around and saw a pale-faced girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old standing behind him, holding a wooden stick as thick as her wrist.

He held the stick in one hand and said viciously, "You little bitch, how dare you hit me!"

"Get away! No, don't hit my mother." said the little girl in a trembling voice.

The refugee pulled hard, pulling the stick and the little girl over. He pinched her stomach with one hand and touched her smooth face with the other dirty hand.

"What a fresh and tender chick! I never thought I would be so lucky!"

As he said this, he was about to pull the little girl's clothes.

The woman on the ground raised her head, crawled over and grabbed the refugee's feet.

"You beast! Let her go!"

The refugee kicked the woman away, and the little girl's coat was torn off in an instant.

"Swish" the sound of an arrow cutting through the air was heard.

An arrow feather trembled and pierced the refugee's throat.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself."

Lin Yinan put away the arrow and said to Yun Mo nonchalantly, without any apology in his tone.

Yun Mo couldn't help but smile, "No need to apologize, it's just that your arrow is faster than mine. I have a grudge against her father, but not against her."

Lin Yinan retracted his gaze, drew his bow, and shot an arrow at the forehead of a refugee who was dragging a child.

She raised the corners of her lips and looked at him provocatively.

Yun Mo could only give her a thumbs up and said, "Miss Lin is a great archer. I am ashamed of myself."

After two people were killed in succession, the refugees became panicked and did not bother to rob. They picked up the bags on the ground and turned to run towards the forest.

In just a moment, all the refugees left.

Huang Guichang walked towards where Lin Yinan and the others were hiding with a sword in his hand.

He saw clearly just now that the arrow that saved his second daughter was shot from this direction.

When they were several dozen feet away, he raised his hand and saluted.

"Thank you for your help just now."

Yun Mo and Yun Qi walked out from the darkness. With the help of the firelight, Huang Guichang saw the faces of the people coming and stepped back in fear.

"It's you!"