The place that burned was Sujiazhuangzi.

Su Kunliang, who was walking at the front, had eyes wide open in anger. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

"It's over! It's over! That's the estate that our Su family has passed down from generation to generation, and it's all burned down."

Zhu Jinhui was devastated and could not believe her eyes. Her lips trembled, and she could not utter a word for a long time.

Su Yunru was filled with fear and anxiety the whole way. Looking at the flames soaring into the sky ahead, she muttered to herself, "How could this happen!"

The white rice she had been longing for was gone, and she had to continue eating those bitter wild vegetables.

Su Yunzhi was already mentally prepared, and together with Su Yunjin, they helped Su Kunliang, who was sitting on the ground, up from his left and right sides.

"Father, the ground is cold, get up."

Su Kunliang was helped up and stood aside, looking dejected.

He was born and raised here, so his feelings for Zhuangzi are naturally deeper than those for his wife and children.

"Yunzhi, our family estate is gone." Zhu Jinhui clutched her eldest son's sleeve, her voice filled with sorrow and desolation.

Su Yunzhi comforted her, "Mother, we live in a chaotic world, and no one can remain unscathed. Think of the people who were killed by the barbarians; we are already lucky enough."

Lin Yinan, who was walking at the very back of the group, was completely unaware of the Su family's sorrow and grief.

Standing on the small hillside, amidst the firelight, her eyes shone brightly, and she quickly noticed that something was wrong at the manor.

She looked closely.

"Oh no! There's a fight among refugees over there! Quick, hide!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuo and Lin Yiheng quickly led several horses and oxen down the hillside.

Yun Mo and Yun Qi also noticed, and they hurriedly told the Yun family to turn back.

Without Lin Yinan needing to notify them, screams of agony soon erupted from the two groups of vagrants fighting.

The village chief and the Su family, who were walking at the front, hurriedly turned around, while the Lin family villagers behind them had already retreated to the bottom of the hill.

The village chief was secretly cursing. These bastards didn't even tell him they were in danger.

Hearing the screams one after another, the villagers felt a chill run down their spines.

Since they fled, the biggest difference between them and other refugees is that almost every family still has livestock, and their bundles are full of dried meat and dried wild vegetables stored in the forest, making them quite wealthy.

They dared not imagine what would happen if they fell into the hands of refugees.

Not knowing exactly what had happened at the manor, or whether the refugees would still pass through here, Lin Yinan decided to go and find out.

"Brother, you stay here and watch over Mother and my younger brother. I'm going to go check on them."

"I'll go with you."

Lin Yiheng was worried; he was also quite skilled and wouldn't be a burden to her.

“No, I’ll feel more at ease if you’re here. Tell the village chief to tell the villagers not to light fires, to keep the livestock calm, and not to make any noise.”

After saying that, she carried her bow and arrows and went around to the side of the small hill.

Lin Yinan walked through the villagers' procession and saw Yun Mo leading Yun Qi ahead.

"Miss Lin, are you going over there too?"

In the darkness, Yun Mo's black eyes shone like two sparkling gems, impossible to ignore.

Lin Yinan lowered her eyes slightly, "Hmm, together?"

“Together, together.” Yun Qi smiled. Miss Lin was very skilled and would be a great help.

Yun Mo stared at him sideways, and Yun Qi scratched his head sheepishly.

The three approached in the dark and quickly realized that the two groups fighting were refugees robbing a wealthy family.

The refugees were dressed in tattered clothes, while the wealthy households, though not wearing fine silks and satins, had women and children dressed in seemingly decent fabrics, and were likely servants in their uniform fine cotton clothes.

There were many refugees, but the servants of wealthy households were all strong and healthy.

"Huh?" Yun Mo spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Lin Yinan glanced at him, "An acquaintance?"

Yun Mo nodded. "I know him."

Lin Yinan: "Do you need any help?"

Yun Mo said indifferently, "It depends on the situation."

Lin Yinan understood immediately; the reason he wasn't in a hurry to help was probably because they had a grudge against each other.

"Who is it? Your enemy?" she asked again.

Yun Mo snorted coldly, "They are the Huang Guichang family, the chief clerk of Xincheng's military affairs department."

Lin Yinan recalled Xincheng, whom she had passed by, "The one who fled without a fight?"

"It's him."

Lin Yinan put away her bow and arrows and watched the show with peace of mind.

Some refugees tried to drag Huang Yinyin away, but Huang Guichang, wielding a long sword, fought with all his might to kill two of the refugees beside him and save his daughter.

Although he was not good at being an official, he was a good father who took great care of his children throughout his life.

Both sides were injured in the fight, and some of the refugees were covered in blood, yet they still recklessly tried to snatch the bundle from the woman's arms.

"Get out of my way! Don't steal my things."

The woman clutched the bundle tightly to her chest. Seeing that the refugee wouldn't let go, she bent down and bit down on the muddy, dirty arm.

"Ah! Ah!"

The refugee screamed and let go, a piece of flesh had been bitten off his arm by the woman.

"You bitch! I told you not to bite me! I told you not to bite me!"

The refugee raised his foot and kicked the woman wildly.

The woman was hunched over, completely powerless to fight back.

"Bang!" The refugee was hit on the head with a club by the person behind him.

Although the stick hit him on the head, the force was not great and it did not cause him any harm.

The refugee slowly turned around and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl standing behind him, her face pale, holding a wooden stick as thick as a wrist.

He gripped the wooden stick in one hand and said viciously, "You little wench, you dare hit me!"

"Get away! No, don't hit my mother!" the little girl said in a trembling voice.

The refugee pulled hard, dragging the stick and the little girl over. He pinched her stomach with one hand and touched her smooth face with his other dirty hand.

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