The villagers who were in better condition worked together to take the seriously injured people to the town for medical treatment.

Zhao Lizheng was filled with mixed emotions and patted Qiao Dayong's shoulder heavily.

"Dayong, well done! Wearing this uniform to protect the villagers, this is what a man should do."

"Datian Village is blessed to have men from the Qiao family like you."

People couldn't help but think that Song Laosan used that skin as a means to commit evil deeds, and was even more ruthless to his own people. Only when compared did they realize how big the difference between people really is.

"Uncle Zhao, this is what I should do. Otherwise, I would be letting everyone down," Qiao Dayong said.

Zhao Lizheng looked relieved and then looked at Qiao Lian'er: "Lian'er asked the villagers to call their in-laws from the neighboring village, which helped them hold off the attack for a while longer. Otherwise, I'm afraid there would have been even more people seriously injured or killed."

"Well done, the entire Qiao family is excellent."

He looked around at the villagers: "You all managed to protect the grain tonight, but in these times, many people are starting to go hungry. Even if they don't come to rob, they might still come to steal. Everyone still needs to be more vigilant."

"Hide the grain well, close the doors and windows tightly, and prepare more handy tools."

"Every household only has 30% of their grain left. From now on, they will have to rely on porridge to survive. They must cherish this lifeline."

Yes, we need to be more careful from now on.

With so many people taken away from Sunjiatun, they are no longer a threat, leaving only the elderly, women, and children. There's no need to worry about them causing trouble again.

But there are so many villages nearby, and Qingshui Town is not far away, so there are many people coming and going, and the road above is still the official road.

From then on, I never dared to fall asleep completely again.

The houses in the north of the village suffered the most damage, and several were burned down. The villagers helped to repair them, and everyone sighed. The houses were burned down and had to be rebuilt, which was a considerable expense. The money had been requisitioned, so where would they get the money to rebuild?

The people of Sunjiatun are being asked to return the property. Ninety percent of their land was confiscated; what will they use to repay it?

In the face of such a world, everyone feels powerless.

Qiao Dayong looked at the blackened houses, his brows furrowed in a cold and somber expression.

“Uncle Zhao, the people from Sunjiatun invaded Datian Village, causing houses to be burned down. They should bear the loss.”

“I’ll take some men there right now and have them hand over ten percent of their silver to help these villagers whose houses were burned down to build new ones. Otherwise, winter is coming, and how will these stone walls survive the winter?”

“Okay, I’ll go with you. Let’s get this sorted out tonight,” Zhao Lizheng said.

There was still a layer of silver left, and every household handed it in, which amounted to a considerable sum.

The people of Sunjiatun have gone so far that they should not be shown even the slightest bit of pity.

The three Qiao brothers led a large group of men and went to Sunjiatun with Zhao Lizheng. Zhao Lizheng also called his own brothers.

Qiao Xiaomeng looked on with envy: "If I were a bit older, I could also be a squad leader."

The three older brothers are so impressive.

"Little Meng, don't rush. Just wait two more years and do your best," Qiao Lian'er said with a smile.

"The Qiao family members have been given positions because they are genuinely trying to serve the people," the villagers said.

"Yes, that's the kind of person who should become a captain or a general, to protect us ordinary people and uphold justice for everyone."

"Unlike some people, who are heartless and cruel, worse than pigs and dogs, bah."

They were practically ready to name and curse Song Laosan.

After the large group of people left, Song Laosan rode his horse to the top of the intersection, his face gloomy.

Sure enough, the Qiao family produced a few military leaders, which made them more difficult to deal with; we had to find a way to eliminate them.