Everyone began to panic for unknown reasons. Chunxiao looked at the cotton in the field, then at the people harvesting it, bit her lip, and said, "Let's go back to the outskirts of the city."

Ersan saw the cotton in the field and knelt in front of Chunxiao. "Master, you go ahead and I'll watch over here. There are still many people in the village who haven't left yet. I'll watch over this land with them. If it's really dangerous, we will escape and find you. Master, please leave first."

Chunxiao quickly pulled him up and said, "Ersan, I know you're worried about the cotton fields, but you have to know that as long as there's green hills, there's no need to worry about running out of firewood. We've already harvested half of the cotton. We can plant it after the situation stabilizes here. Don't make any mistakes now."

Ersan still wanted to insist, but Chunxiao frowned and said, "You have to obey the arrangements at this time. Go and pack up your things quickly, and let all the villagers go back. You go to the village and pay them this month's wages first. We'll leave after we've packed up. Tell them clearly that we will come back after the crisis is over, so they can rest assured. If they want to use the cotton in the field, they can pick it themselves. We can't control it anymore." Fortunately, the cotton was transported away every day.

Although the managers were about to cry, they had no choice but to listen to Chunxiao's words and pack their things to prepare.

In the evening, all the people in Zhuangzi followed Chunxiao's carriage and evacuated the village. Chunxiao looked at the cotton fields in the distance with pain in her heart. There was nothing she could do about it. Compared with life, money seemed insignificant, and she was not short of money now. Naturally, saving her life was more important, no matter if it was really dangerous or not.

More than 20 people gathered together at a village on the outskirts of the city. This place is relatively far away from Mocang Pass. If there are no accidents, it should be safe for the time being.

Zhuangzi and Chunxiao had nothing to do, so they took Xiaohua to the county town to inquire about the news. The suburbs were full of villagers, so they could not get any news.

After just a few days, they realized that the situation in the city was not much better. The front line was blocked and all the doctors in the county clinic were requisitioned. No other information was leaked.

Waiting is undoubtedly anxious and difficult!

This wait lasted for nearly ten days. The county was in a state of panic, with many people ready to abandon the city and flee. Even Chunxiao had begun to plan to pack up and leave Fengyue County. The cotton could not be taken away and could not be sold, so it had to be stored here for the time being. Whether it could be kept alive depended on luck.

Just when everyone felt that the future was uncertain, good news finally came from the front: the Oirat Kingdom submitted a letter of surrender.

At this time, it had been more than 20 days since they left Zhuangzi, and everyone was extremely happy.

Chunxiao was also shocked by the news. Does the letter of surrender mean that the war is over? Does it mean that there will be no need to fight in the future?

She quickly took Xiaohua to the county town. The county town was now in jubilation and there was a warm atmosphere of celebration everywhere. It seemed that the news was absolutely true.

Chunxiao was excited and grabbed Xiaohua's arm, "Xiaohua, the battle is over, the battle is over, Xiaohua." She didn't know why she was so excited. It was probably because of the warm atmosphere of the people around her. Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, she actually cried.

Xiaohua was also happy, "Miss, we won, we won."

The county town is now a sea of ​​joy, even the ladies who usually stay at home are out.

Originally, they should have gone back after hearing the news, but Chunxiao really wanted to feel this rare atmosphere with everyone for a while longer. This could be considered a moment of witnessing history.

The carriage did not return to the village on the outskirts of the county until the afternoon, and the village had already been bustling with activity.

Ersan found Chunxiao and said, "Boss, can we go back to Guanshan Manor? They also want to go back to the walled village. We have been walking for so long, and we don't know how the fields are doing. Maybe there will be another wave of people rushing to harvest."

Chunxiao nodded and said, "Okay, then let's go back to the manor tomorrow. We'll go to the village first, and then go back to Guanshan Manor."

The battle was over, and the ban must have been lifted, but she didn't know what had become of Dongsheng and the others. She was deeply worried.

Everyone got up at daybreak, full of energy!

Everyone packed up their belongings and set off in the ox cart. As sad as they were when they left, they were as happy when they returned. They had been thinking about it every day for so many days, and finally they could go back.

A long line of ox carts moved forward in a mighty procession, and people talking happily could be seen everywhere on the road. To them, the end of the war meant more, because they had suffered more damage from the war, so victory and the end were extremely precious to them.

The ox cart set out in the morning and arrived at the village after 3 p.m. When they returned to the village and looked at the land, everyone felt a little disappointed.

There was very little cotton left in the field, which was within their expectations. Fortunately, the courtyard where they lived had not been damaged and there were no signs of intrusion.

They began to pack up the things they brought back. Chunxiao and the others would stay here for one night and go to Guanshan Manor tomorrow.

When everyone was packing up, someone came from the village.

"Boss, while you were gone, our two villages have been helping to harvest cotton. However, we don't have that many sacks, so the cotton has been piled up at everyone's home. The village head said that since you are back today, we should come and get the sacks. We will sort the cotton and bring it to you."

Chunxiao looked at the simple women standing at the door, and hurriedly asked them to get sacks, and then went to the village to help. She had never thought that the cotton could be recovered. Thinking of this, and thinking of what the villagers had done, she was suddenly very moved.

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