"If your man hadn't strongly opposed it, we would have listened to the village head and entered the city, and we wouldn't have encountered such a thing." Someone still refused to give in.

Da Zhuang's wife was not to be trifled with either. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Are you our dogs? Just listen to what we say. Come on, bark for me to hear."

"you……"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the clan elder shouted loudly.

"Stop arguing! It's already this late and you're still arguing here."

As soon as the elder spoke, both sides stopped arguing and dared not say anything more.

Yang Liu's wife came to the village chief and begged, "Village chief, is my husband really left there?"

"There's no sign of him yet. We'll know tomorrow morning when it's light and we'll send a few people over to take a look. Don't think too much about it yet, maybe he ran in the wrong direction and got separated from us."

No one could sleep well that night.

After being robbed by the bandits, they were able to take away very little belongings, which made their already poor family even worse off.

"We have to send someone into the city to look for Dashan and the others tomorrow." said the elder.

Yang Lizheng lowered his voice and said, "I saw someone in the city open the city gate."

Just one sentence stunned several elders and leaders.

“This, this…”

Yang Lizheng looked worried, "I don't know what will happen to them in the city."

"It seems that the reason we were able to escape was not because we were strong. Their target was not us, but the wealthy people in the city."

Seeing the village head was worried, someone comforted him, "Su girl has a lot of ideas, maybe they will be fine."

"yes!"

If they could escape, they should be able to too.

These words can only comfort others, but they know in their hearts that they are trapped in the city and cannot escape.

The news quickly spread throughout the camp.

When someone heard that the group of bandits were heading for the people in the city, and then thought of Su Yin and others in the city, the expressions on their faces changed again and again.

Da Zhuang's mother kept patting her chest and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, we didn't go into the city. If we had gone into the city, we would have become lambs to be slaughtered by that group of people."

They have a place to escape to, but people in the city have nowhere to escape to.

Some people couldn't help but worry, "I hope they will be okay."

"I think Su Yin is a lucky girl, so she should be fine."

…

The next morning, Li Zheng Yang sent several people out, one to look for Yang Liu and three others, and the other to inquire about the news of Su Yin and others.

Su Yin followed their traces. At first, the traces were messy and everywhere. They spent some time to distinguish them, and finally chose a path to move forward.

When they were halfway there, there was movement ahead, and the two groups unexpectedly met in the jungle.

"Dashan." Yang Xi, the youngest son of the village head, exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm so glad you're all right."

Yang Fu noticed the bandaged wound on his brother's arm, "How are you guys?"

Yang Xi and his companions looked at their situation and realized that nothing serious had happened to them. When they talked about their own situation, they became depressed. "We are not doing well. Uncle Yang and three others are missing, and everyone's belongings have been robbed by the bandits."

"We came out here to firstly get information about you and secondly to look for Uncle Yang Liu."

Yang Fu said, "There's no need to look for Sixth Uncle and the other three. We've already brought them here."

Only then did they notice that there was a straw mat covering the cart at the rear of the team.

"Sixth Uncle and the others..."

Even though they had guessed the result, they still didn't want to believe it when it actually happened.

"Let's go back to the camp first." Yang Dashan said.

When the people in the camp heard the noise, they looked forward vigilantly. When they saw Yang Dashan and others, they showed joy on their faces.

“They are back.”

"Yang Dashan and the others are back."

The depressed atmosphere was broken, and everyone looked at the ten families who had returned with joy, especially when they saw that their ox carts and mule carts were safe and sound, they couldn't help but reveal envy.

But when their eyes fell on the last cart, the joy on their faces slowly disappeared.

"That is..."

Yang Liu's wife seemed to sense something and walked towards that direction step by step.

When she lifted the straw mat and saw her man lying there motionless and pale, her suppressed emotions burst out completely at this moment.

"Why did you just leave and abandon us like this?"

"What do you want us to do?"

"How can you be so cruel! You said you would watch Bao'er and the others get married, why did you break your promise? How can we live if you just abandon us like this?"

"Oh my God! You are blind. My husband is filial to his parents. Whenever there is a problem in the village, he will go out to help."

"How can you take away such a person just like that?"

"Why don't you take those evildoers away? Why do you take him away?"

She kept slapping him, but no matter how hard she slapped, the man who protected them from the wind and rain would never respond to her again.

She lay on him and cried bitterly.

The other two families knelt beside the cart and also cried loudly.

No one came forward to disturb them. Everyone stood quietly by, and many of them turned their heads away and secretly wiped away their tears.

Su Yin stood aside, watching quietly, feeling depressed.

In this world, the lower class people have no way to survive.

"Do you think this day is very dark?" Su Yin murmured in a low voice, as if talking to herself, or as if asking him a question.

Master Wan San glanced at her, then his gaze returned to Yang Liu's wife. His eyes were calm and his tone was even calmer, "Someone come and expose this sky. Then the sky will not be dark anymore."

"Will it be difficult to break through this day?"

Wan Sanye did not answer. After a brief silence, he slowly responded, "It's difficult."

Not everyone can be a hero.

The people of Xinghua Village helped the three families up, and under the supervision of the village head and several elders, they buried Uncle Yang and the other two on the spot.

Men from every household came to help, and soon three pits were dug in the forest.

There was no coffin, no grand burial ceremony. They used the only straw mat they had, which was also the best they could provide, to wrap the three people and put them into the pit.

The most senior elder in the tribe recited ancient eulogies. Everyone stood behind the elder and watched them being covered with soil little by little until they were piled up into a mound of earth.

Three wooden signs stood in front of the mound, and Yang Lizheng took out the fine wine that he had treasured and had always been reluctant to drink.

One cup after another, three cups of wine were poured in front of each of the three graves.

“Have a nice journey!”

"When the world is at peace and we return home, we will come and take you home."

On the road of fleeing famine, it is impossible for them to return to their roots, so we can only let them rest where they are. We only hope that they can be reborn in a peaceful and prosperous era in their next life.

There were no incense or candles in front of the graves, but there were bowls of rice and meat. Everyone went forward one by one to bid farewell to them.

After this, perhaps we will never meet again.

Because no one knows where the future lies.