Chapter 72 72. Disaster of genocide!
More than 200 people including the headmaster of Qingshan Village were all captured, and most of those left in the village were the old, weak, sick and disabled.
This news brought a great relief to the villagers.
The fatal danger was lifted, and a group of people, led by Shen Manyun, turned to the construction of the whole village.
The heavy snow is still falling and stopping, often stopping for the next two or three days and then starting again, and the old thatched houses in the village are beginning to be in danger.
After more than ten days, Shen Manyun's management of the villagers has gradually formed a system.
Some people are responsible for supervising the bandits to build houses, others are responsible for hunting in the mountains to enrich their food, and the bodyguards brought by Cheng Daqian teach boxing and sword skills on time and on time.
More than half a month has passed, and everyone in the patrol team looks stronger due to long-term training.
Not only was the entire Shenjia Village not destroyed by the snowstorm, it became more prosperous.
Small wooden houses surround the Shen's ancestral hall. Most of the thatched houses in the village have been replaced by more stable stone houses. In the cold winter of minus 30 degrees Celsius, they built many houses.
The villagers all had glowing faces and were full of energy.
——Only the more than 200 bandits headed by the leader were tortured to death.
In the small courtyard of the Shen family, Cheng Xi was directing the cheap man who had "returned to his family" to catch pigs.
“This way, this way. Huh? How can it escape so well? It’s quite good at tossing.”
I’m more than half a month late, so I must arrange the roasted suckling pig today!
Close the door and eat secretly.
It’s still the kind that doesn’t involve Xizi’s uncles.
No way, this little wild boar is a stowaway, the kind who almost goes to heaven after eating a bite of meat.
She decided to bring it up in front of Father Cheng only after asking Shen Xingluo's opinion in a vague way.
Shen Xingluo spent a lot of energy grabbing it, and in his heart he admired the orc plane.
The life of this ancient orc is more dangerous than imagined.
Hmm. As a friend, I’ll give him more fabric to make clothes next time.
"There is still a lot of charcoal at home. Do you want to grill it in the kitchen?"
"It's in the kitchen."
Soon, Shen Xingluo skinned the suckling pig. Set up.
Cheng Xi also prepared the seasoning for roast suckling pig.
It was a bowl of powder that looked like earth. I don’t know what seasonings were used to grind it.
Shen Xingluo just glanced at it and walked over naturally without asking a single word.
“I’ll do it.”
“You can?”
"As far as you're concerned, you can always do it."
He took the seasoning bowl and the small homemade brush from Cheng Xi's hand, took out two small wooden piles and placed them near the barbecue rack.
Cheng Xi raised his eyebrows and sat down opposite him.
"Cut off the third and fourth ribs first."
Shen Xingluo picked up the dagger and started without hesitation, and in a short time he had finished the preliminary work of the little suckling pig.
Brush with oil, apply seasonings, marinate for flavor, and pour boiling water all over the pig body to tighten the skin and harden the meat.
Finally light the charcoal.
Open the grill.
This time, the person in charge of turning around changed from Shen Xingqi to Shen Xingluo. The little girl stood aside and watched with excitement.
There was a bit of regret in those dark eyes.
Alas, there is no sense of accomplishment this time.
But eating some is the greatest happiness!
The little girl has an optimistic temperament, and as soon as she thinks about it, she forgets about her regrets. "Sister-in-law, how long do you need to bake this time?"
"It will be ready in about an hour."
Shen Xingqi glanced at her brother who was focusing on turning the suckling pig, then at Cheng Xi sitting opposite him, and smiled.
"I remembered that I still have a few purses to embroider, so I'm going back to my room first. Please let my brother and sister-in-law watch."
The little girl ran away after saying that, leaving only two people in the kitchen. .
There is also a little suckling pig that is heated evenly.
There was silence in the air. After a moment of silence, Shen Xingluo spoke first:
"Is there anything else you need at home?"
"I don't have any at the moment. I prepared a lot before, so I don't lack anything."
It can be said that all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation have been taken into consideration, and now we are shrinking down to In this small mountain village, Cheng Xi felt that her mood was not as impetuous as in her previous life.
The ancients are right, you need a good environment to cultivate yourself.
At this time, she completely forgot how much psychological damage she had caused to others when she killed everyone.
"But I haven't been happy looking at Uncle Xizi these days. I must be worried about my relatives in the city."
"Don't worry too much."
Shen Xingluo looked at her, " Heavy snow has been falling for nearly three months, and spring will start in a while. As long as it’s not too cold, Huai Shui Pier can deliver food normally.”
“You mean the snowstorm is about to pass?”
His dark eyes flashed, “After the snowstorm, Lin’an will be here. The danger the government faces has just begun.”
Cheng Xi's mind was sharp. After a moment of silence, he thought of what might happen after the disaster.
This is ancient times, not a modern society with developed transportation and abundant materials.
And here, the aftermath of the disaster is also a test for the people.
In a sense, it may be even more cruel!
“Dad said that along the way we met many victims fleeing from the north, and their first stop should be the rich Lin’an Prefecture.”
And if tens of thousands of disaster victims gather together, trouble will inevitably occur.
If the people in power in Lin'an Mansion knew better, it would be easier to settle the victims. But if
Cheng Xi thought of Zhou Xuzhi and Sun Xiaorong's reminder at that time, and felt that things would not be that simple.
Shen Xingluo saw the change in her expression and reminded her in time.
"Zhuang Kun is not just the third boss of Qingshan Village, he is also a member of Zhou Lesong, the prefect of Lin'an."
"What?"
The prefect colluded with the bandits?
No, Qingshan Village should be completely in the hands of the prefect, and it is a sharp weapon for him!
After all, Zhuang Kun's brain is much easier to use than the big boss. As long as he talks, he can make Qingshan Village work for him.
Cheng Xi was stunned.
"What did Zhou Lesong ask Zhuang Kun to do?"
She finally knew why Zhuang Kun was so heartbroken after meeting Shen Xingluo, and it was because he had tricked him!
I guess I have fully explained what I did!
Cheng Xi's guess was quickly verified - Shen Xingluo handed her pieces of folded rice paper, with Zhou Lesong's crimes densely written on them.
It is Zhuang Kun's handiwork.
There is also his signature on the lower left.
This is a confession and a reminder for Zhou Lesong.
“Robbing money and eradicating dissidents, this Zhou Lesong is a ruthless person.”
Cheng Xi really didn’t expect that a prefect could do this job. “A confession alone cannot do this. What about the correspondence that Zhou Lesong captured and mentioned by Zhuang Kun? "
"In Qingshan Village"
Shen Xingluo looked at the rice paper full of writing, "I plan to go to Qingshan Village and get these letters."
By then, moving to Zhoulesong will be easy.
“You really should go there.”
Cheng Xi folded the rice paper and returned it to him, “I’ll go with you.”
Most of the mountains in Qingshan Village are now Bandit and Zhuang Kun are both in Shenjia Village. Once the snowstorm is over and the gates of Lin'an Prefecture are opened, a crisis for Shenjia Village will come!
Maybe it will be a disaster of genocide!
(End of this chapter)