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

"That's great now. The Lin family is completely deserted." Old Mrs. Zhao sighed.

Zhang sat in front of the stove and agreed softly, "That's right, Lin Da's father is too lazy, and his mother won't run away with anyone."

"Who can stand such a family?"

"Lin Da's father didn't find him a good wife, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this."

"When Lin Da's wife was a girl at home, she was lazy and greedy. When she reached the age, her parents were eager to marry her off and asked for very little betrothal gifts. She was just picked up by Lin Da's father. Who would have thought that she would be like Lin Da, unable to make a living."

"So, before getting married..."

Lin Yinan sat on the warm kang, listening to the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatting with each other. The heat made her feel a little drowsy.

The weather was too cold, so Old Lady Zhao and Li Bolan kept their meals simple, usually cooking in one pot, and occasionally adding dried vegetables, meat, sweet potatoes, etc.

As for the taste, Lin Yinan couldn’t say whether it was good or bad. Perhaps it was because her appetite had grown bigger and better.

After this incident, no matter how cold the weather is, the villagers will consciously clear the snow on their roofs without the village chief ringing the gong to remind them.

As soon as the snow stopped, the whole family, except the children, went out, braving the severe cold, and actively stockpiled firewood.

They didn't go far, they just went out of the gate and started chopping wood in the woods.

The county magistrate and others in the woods were afraid that the people in the village would rush over to rob them, so they stood outside the tents with weapons in hand and confronted the villagers.

It was icy and snowy, and it was not easy to get into conflict with the villagers, so the county magistrate could only swallow his anger.

The trees near the village had almost all been cut down by the county magistrate and his men. The villagers were not polite at all and were ready to cut down all the few remaining trees and take them back.

Looking at the trees falling one after another, the yamen soldiers and the men following the county magistrate became restless.

When the people in the village had cut down all the trees, they would go to further places to cut down trees and bring them back to burn.

Some people saw the villagers wearing thick cotton clothes, and especially saw a little girl wearing a fur coat in the crowd, and they were so cold that they became greedy.

Several people slowly approached the direction where the little girl was.

They observed that there were only three or four people around the little girl, and she was quite far away from the others. They were quick and snatched the things away and ran away.

Just as they moved their feet quietly, they saw an arrow stuck in the snow in front of them. The arrow was stuck in the thick snow, and the arrow feathers left outside were trembling slightly.

Looking up in the direction where the arrow came from, they saw that the little girl had a bow and arrow in her hand for some reason.

At this time, a new arrow was placed on the bow.

The little girl stared at them fiercely, as if she would shoot an arrow if they took another step forward.

They looked at each other and retracted their steps.

At this time, the gate of the village creaked open and a group of people walked out of the village.

They worked in pairs, carrying a stiff corpse.

Seeing this, the villagers started talking about it.

"Alas, another person died in prison."

"They have food and clothes, but I don't know why they are making trouble."

"Twenty have died this month."

"Twenty dead, and there are still hundreds of people inside."

The county magistrate and his men were waiting nearby, but they were completely confused and didn't understand what the villagers were talking about.

My curiosity was instantly aroused, and I quickly pricked up my ears to listen.

The villagers did not live up to their expectations.

"Although they didn't kill anyone, when their families robbed passers-by, took other people's lives at will, and raped women and girls, didn't they also enjoy the spoils with peace of mind?"

The more educated scholars in the village spoke with indignation.

The county magistrate and others immediately realized that those who died were the bandits' families.

Then, they saw a dozen people being pushed out by the Yun family's secret guards.

"Get lost! You still don't behave even though I've given you food and drink. I'm setting you free now, but you have to leave here immediately."

The people who were pushed out were all wearing thin clothes.

They were almost frozen to death from the distance from the prison to the village gate. The exposed skin was red and swollen. If they didn't keep warm in time, their fingers and toes would be lost.

"Sir, we were wrong. We won't make trouble again. Please let us go back?" Someone cried and wailed.

Some people knelt directly on the snow and kowtowed to the secret guards.

"I didn't steal his food. I took it because he couldn't finish it. Please be magnanimous and forgive me this time."

For a time, wailing sounded everywhere.

Everyone has been wronged and is seeking forgiveness.

Although the living conditions in prison were meager and he only had porridge for one meal a day, at least he had a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

They regretted their decision only after they came out. It was freezing and snowy outside and if they stayed outside, they would probably not survive more than half a day.

The secret guards were indifferent to their pleading and just kept driving them away.

The county magistrate and others saw the Yun family's secret guards carry the stiff corpse to a hillside not far from them, throw it down and leave.

Judging from the actions of the secret guards, it seems to be commonplace.

They lived not far from the mass grave of the mountain village, and the county magistrate dared not think of this scene.

The few people who wanted to launch a sneak attack on Lin Yinan and his group were stunned by the thundering methods of the secret guards.

Some of the bandits' families who were driven out were still kowtowing and admitting their mistakes, while others looked at the village angrily and turned stubbornly to walk towards the road leading out of the village.

The county magistrate's men also watched helplessly as a young woman dragged a thirteen-year-old girl out.

They can barely protect themselves, so how could they take in such a burden?

The woman and the little girl were wearing thick clothes, so although it was cold, they were not frozen.

The two of them hadn't had a full meal for a long time, and they kept walking, not knowing how long they had been walking.

Before falling into a coma, the woman saw a group of armored cavalry appearing in the vast snow-covered forest, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

When she woke up again, the woman found herself lying in a warm tent. Her clothes were gone and she was in severe pain all over her body.

There was a monster with thick black hair on its face lying on his body.

The pain came because of him.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman fainted again.

When I opened my eyes, there was a ghost with a different appearance in the tent.

Thinking of her daughter who was nowhere to be found, the woman gritted her teeth and held on, not letting herself faint.

Finally, she was the only one left in the tent. A bonfire was lit outside the tent, and the ghosts who bullied her spoke in a language she could not understand.

She listened carefully for a long time, and before her body froze to death, she wrapped her mottled body in a foul-smelling blanket.

After a moment, the tent curtain was lifted.

It was the black hairy monster with hair on his face that I saw when I opened my eyes. He was holding a bowl of steaming food in his hand.

The black-haired monster put the wooden bowl on the ground and looked at her with amusement.

The woman then looked at the bowl on the ground. Her eyes widened in shock at what was in the bowl and her mind went blank.

The wooden bowl contained her daughter's hands.

Her daughter's cooked hands!

I heard that the Hu people only eat women and children. Could they be the Hu people?

The woman looked at the black-haired monster in horror, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.