She didn't know how much time had passed when she seemed to be picked up. She was dizzy and turned her head to vomit again, but then someone fed her water and put a small thing in her mouth.
The familiar, strange, astringent smell made her struggle to open her eyes, only to see Young Master Ye holding her in his arms.
Perhaps seeing that she was awake, Young Master Ye's eyes lit up. He quickly fed her more water and whispered something in her ear.
"Fu Niu, take your medicine quickly. This is what you gave me back then. Don't worry, everyone is fine now."
Jiayin tried to turn her head to look at her grandmother next to her, but Young Master Ye stopped her.
"Dr. Zhang said you have an injury on your head and can't move. Your grandmother has already bandaged the wound and given you medicine; your fever has gone down."
Jiayin was completely relieved. She drank water in big gulps and wanted to talk, but she couldn't hold on any longer.
Before she completely lost consciousness, she managed a slight smile.
Good people are rewarded!
She couldn't bear to see Young Master Ye die of illness, so she risked giving him the pills. Later, she regretted it immensely, especially after being frightened by her grandmother.
But little did she know that her recklessness at that time not only saved Young Master Ye's life, but also her own and her grandmother's lives! And even more so, the lives of her entire family and the entire village!
Young Master Ye carefully held the little girl in his arms, his brows furrowing in distress.
Tao Hongying came in from outside and saw that everyone in the family was dozing off. Surprisingly, it was Young Master Ye holding his daughter.
She reached out to take it, but Young Master Ye refused...
When Jiayin woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
The group moved their camp to the dock. Although no one from the Dingbei Army came to drive them away, no one dared to approach them either, because Young Master Ye had already gone to appeal to the emperor.
The villagers cooked and cared for the wounded, silent yet filled with anger and resentment.
Jiayin was held in her mother's arms and ate half a bowl of porridge, then drank some bitter medicine. She tried silently, but still couldn't enter the space.
Clearly, her brain, or rather her mental power, is the medium connecting the small courtyard space.
Now that he has injured his head, he has temporarily lost contact with the small courtyard.
It's like riding a bicycle and the chain breaking at a crucial moment.
Jiayin was very frustrated. Fortunately, her head felt less uncomfortable, and her grandmother regained consciousness for a while before falling asleep again. Her life was not in danger.
The whole family felt much more at ease and finally had the energy to eat and sleep.
In the other tents, the village chief and Uncle Zhao also survived. Although they would need a long time to recover, they at least did not die there.
The men in the village, all of whom were able to move, sat outside warming themselves by the fire, seemingly resting, but in fact, they all had machetes beside them.
Last night's failure to help made them all realize even more clearly that in critical moments, they still have to fight for their own lives to save themselves!
At dusk, Young Master Ye finally returned, bringing with him the news that the general had been dismissed from his post.
The villagers were still not satisfied, but the village chief spoke up, "This is already quite good, don't make things difficult for Young Master Ye. Besides, everyone scratched that man's face until it was covered in welts, he was badly injured and wouldn't be able to see anyone for months."
The crowd lowered their heads. In their hearts, they knew that they were just ordinary people. Even if they were all dead, what could they do to that general?
The village chief then thanked Young Master Ye on behalf of the villagers.
Young Master Ye waved his hand and said, "I have to set out with my troops the day after tomorrow and can't stay with you all the time. But I will escort you across the river tomorrow, and you can rest in Jiangnan for a few days. I will have someone send you food and supplies, so you don't need to worry about food and lodging."
He skillfully picked up Jiayin and patted her gently twice.
"There's an immigration office here. They'll re-register your household registration, issue you travel permits, and find you a place to stay. Each of you will also be allocated four acres of wasteland, and you won't have to pay grain tax for two years. Just settle in comfortably, and I'll be back in about half a month."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the village chief was also pleased.
"Young Master Ye, thank you so much for your help. If it weren't for you, our entire village would be dead!"
Young Master Ye refused to take credit, saying, "When I was down on my luck, it was thanks to Aunt Li's family that I was able to get to where I am today. I must repay such a great kindness; it is only right."
Looking at the Li family, everyone felt even more strongly that following them to escape for their lives was absolutely the right thing to do.
Nothing happened that night. The next day, Young Master Ye found a large boat, transported everyone and their luggage onto the boat, and sent them to the other side of the river.
Jiayin was once again nearly dizzy from the swaying on the water.
By the time she had settled down after disembarking and fully recovered, Young Master Ye had already led his troops away in a hurry.
The new camp was located at the west gate of a city, which was also the busiest city gate connecting to the docks.
The villagers found it novel and wandered around the campsite, where they were stared at like monkeys by everyone.
The village chief felt uneasy, and Li Lao Er and the others also felt it was inappropriate to linger there any longer.
After discussing it, Li Lao Er led a few villagers to a thatched shed near the city gate.
A sign for the Immigration Department No. 3 hung outside the thatched shed, but only two minor officials were on duty.
Hearing that everyone needed to register their household registration, obtain travel permits, and be allocated wasteland, the minor official became very impatient.
Li Lao Er understood immediately and slipped each of them a piece of silver.
Sure enough, the two minor officials immediately became much more enthusiastic and asked with a smile.
"Where did you come from? It's been half a year since the capital was moved, and you're only just arriving. The journey must have been difficult."
Li Lao Er quickly smiled apologetically and replied.
“Indeed, sir. We have suffered a lot on the road, too many to recount. We are from Qingshui Village in Junyang County, a total of ninety-three people, young and old. Thank you for your help, sir.”
The two clerks were both surprised. "That's quite a journey, and the whole village walked here together?"
"Yes, the villagers, young and old, all get along well. They helped each other along the way to get here."
"It wasn't easy, it really wasn't easy. The people in your village are united; otherwise, you wouldn't have made it this far."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two opened the register and began registering the household information of everyone.
It wasn't too complicated. In fact, each household only recorded the men's names, leaving the elderly, children, and women at the end. They just needed to report the exact number of people.
Soon, Li Lao Er obtained the travel permit.
There were nearly a hundred people in the village, and a total of ten cards were given out.
When it came time to choose a place to settle down, before they could even take out the land register, a minor official suddenly entered from outside.
The clerk glanced at everyone briefly, then chuckled and dragged the two other clerks out of the office.
The villagers didn't think much of it, just assuming it would be fine in a little while.
But Li Lao Er's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly followed them out.
The three minor officials had walked quite far and were speaking softly, so he couldn't hear them.
But what was clear was that the clerk who came later slipped two silver ingots to the two people working there!
He immediately turned back and called a villager, whispering several instructions to him.
Soon, the two minor officials returned, and the village chief was also carried over.
The two minor officials, their previous amiable demeanor gone, coughed twice and spoke with cold faces.
“Your village has 94 people in 25 households. According to the rules, you should be divided into five places. We will mark out two places in a moment, and you can divide them among yourselves.”
What? We have to settle down separately!
The villagers' expressions all changed!
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