Shenjia Village is a lively village. The aunts and girls in the village were already suffering terribly from being locked up in the village, but now they all ran out in joy after hearing the news.
Only the patrol team members were left doing their duties at their posts.
"Ouch, you stepped on my foot, Cuihua, please move aside."
"From the Qiangzi family, let me pass!"
"Don't be crowded. Don't be crowded. It's so far away that you can't see clearly even if you stand in front."
Since it was night now and most of the snow had melted, the situation there was really not very accurate. All you could hear was the clash of weapons and the groans and groans of people.
The fight was in full swing.
When the two of them followed Shen Qingsong, there were already many people crowded at the entrance of the village.
"Hey Xing Luo is here, give in to everyone!"
The aunts immediately made way for a two-person passage, making it clear that they regarded the couple as leaders.
Shen Manyun stood at the front of the village entrance and looked at the two groups of people in the distance. The original frown on his face was no longer there.
Just don’t come here for Shenjiacun!
He had been worried to death in the past two days, fearing that the original group of 200 refugees would expand again.
With so many people coming together, the pressure on the patrol team doubled!
Well now, things are solved perfectly.
Someone took revenge on their behalf!
"Xing Luo is here. Come and take a look. What should we do now?"
Shen Manyun is a good leader.
He knows he is not smart, so he often talks about "what to do". As a leader, he can take charge of the overall situation, but he must also learn to listen carefully.
Don't mess around in areas you don't understand or are not good at.
Cheng Xi really liked this about him.
However, she who originally planned to watch the fun soon realized something was wrong because the look in the eyes of the person next to her changed.
"What's wrong, do you know that caravan?"
Shen Xingluo looked away, remained silent for a moment and said:
"If nothing else goes wrong, it should be Mr. Jiang, the imperial envoy from the capital."
ha?
Lord Imperial Envoy?
The group of people who were about to be beaten to death by the refugees?
Cheng Xi was stunned. She turned back to look at the retreating carriage.
"Huh--"
She knew the man beside the carriage!
Although they haven't seen each other for several months, Cheng Xi still has an impression of him.
"The man in gray brocade bought our braised pork recipe and gave him two hundred taels of silver."
At that time, she could tell that the other party came from a wealthy family, but she didn't expect that he was an official.
Shen Xingluo was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed.
What a coincidence.
"Uncle Mantun, these people must be saved."
Now it was Shen Manyun's turn to change his face, and his originally relieved expression suddenly became tangled again.
"Really want to save?"
He thought he wouldn't face 200 refugees!
Shen Xingluo looked solemn, "We must save him."
Cheng Xi also interjected, "Uncle, the man in the carriage once bought the braised pork I made. He is a good man."
When Shen Manyun heard this, his hesitant heart suddenly became firm.
"Help, help now!"
Since he is an acquaintance and has prevented disaster for their Shenjia Village, he must be saved.
It’s unjustifiable not to save one’s conscience.
"Where are the patrol team members, Lian Hu and Zheng Shan!"
The aunts are also discerning. When they see people using real swords, they immediately step back so as not to hinder the villagers from doing important things.
Qingsong immediately picked up his bow and arrow, put the feathers on it and drew it full, his eyes suddenly filled with a bit of anger.
"Fire the arrow!"
Lian Hu gave an order, and dozens of arrows were fired at the refugees on the opposite side, without missing a beat.
The forty-year-old man outside the carriage over there suddenly became happy.
"Sir, you can be saved, we can be saved!"
The morale of the escort team was low at first, but they regained their confidence when they saw someone helping, and soon cooperated with the patrol team to launch a counterattack.
Cheng Daqian rushed out with six bodyguards, slashing one mob at a time with such precision.
"Who dares to act recklessly on the boundary of Shenjia Village?!"
The voice was loud and full of internal force, shaking the refugees' internal organs to the point of being displaced.
Cheng Xi watched this scene from a distance and twitched his lips.
Good guy, those who didn’t know better thought they were shouting “Who dares to be so arrogant in my village?”
What's going on with this gangster attitude?
Could it be because he stayed in the isolated Shenjia Village for too long?
However, the effect of this internal roar was really staggering. The refugee suddenly felt like a piece of loose sand, unable to regain the energy he had just now.
Each patrol team can fight three or four, and even the refugees can't resist the swarm of swarms.
The situation in the battle soon took a turn for the better.
Soon the refugees scattered and fled in panic.
Cheng Xi didn't even have a chance to take action.
"Uncle, look, we can fight no matter how many people come, so don't worry about it."
Shen Manyun was also stunned by this operation.
Ah, are they so ferocious now that they don't even take 200 people seriously?
"Xiaoxi, I have to treat your father to a drink sometime."
Drink until you’re holding on to the wall and walking!
***
The old man got out of the carriage.
His gray hair was a little messy due to the battle just now, but even so, his wise and majestic eyes stole everyone's attention.
The old man put his hands together and said, "Thank you for your generous help. I'm very polite."
“Old people don’t have to be like this.”
Shen Manyun was a little embarrassed, "When the road is rough, we should draw out our swords to help. It should be done."
After he finished speaking, he secretly guessed that the old man's identity might be extraordinary.
Just this calm demeanor in the face of danger and the momentum around him are not something that ordinary people can match.
This is a noble man!
Save the right one!
Jiang Ming, who was beside the old man, turned his attention to Cheng Xi, but he hesitated a little.
"This little lady, have we met somewhere?"
Three months later, the memory is already a bit old, not to mention that Cheng Xi is completely different now from before, at least his hair is much darker.
Cheng Xi smiled, "Huaishui Wharf, braised pork recipe, sir, do you still remember it?"
oh--
The man suddenly realized, "It turns out to be a girl!"
He immediately looked at the old man beside him and said, "Sir, this is the girl who invented braised pork. You are your favorite."
The old man immediately focused his attention on Cheng Xi, "Young lady is very good at her craftsmanship. Now I am still thinking about the deliciousness of the braised pork."
Although he bought the prescription, he always felt that something was missing in terms of taste.
Since they were acquaintances, the two parties became much closer when talking.
Coupled with the life-saving grace, Shen Manyun quickly led people into the village - most of the Jiang family's guards were injured and needed bandaging.
There is still a distance from the village entrance to the entrance of Shen's ancestral hall, but this distance is enough to shock the group.
Without him, this village was so different from the ones they encountered along the way.
Other villages were miserable, with most of their houses collapsed, and all the villagers were hungry and emaciated, and they were extremely wary of passers-by.
But when I arrived in Shenjia Village, there were none of these!
The people here are more like living before the snow disaster, no, they are richer than before the snow disaster!
(End of chapter)
