Xiao Silu's teeth itched with hatred, but when he saw that most of the troops had crossed the bridge, he swung his knife and said, "Enter the village! Start looting!"
"Awoo!" With a cheer, all the soldiers were delighted and ran home happily.
Then they found themselves in a deserted place, with empty cooking pots and cold stoves. All the food and vegetables had been taken away, and even the cattle, sheep, pigs, donkeys, horses, and mules, as well as the chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs, were nowhere to be seen.
The most important thing is that in such a big village with so many households, not a single person is there!
Not to mention the beautiful young girls and wives, even the green hands who hadn't even grown all their hair were not left alive!
Unable to capture any people, livestock, or property, these barbarian soldiers became furious and began to smash walls, demolish houses, trample on crops, and destroy the land!
The villagers never imagined that their escape without leaving any property for the enemy to plunder would lead to such tragic consequences.
If a house is destroyed, it will cost a lot of money to rebuild it.
The fields were destroyed, the crops were burned, and a year's hard work was wasted. This is something that no amount of money can buy!
Xiao Silu and his men trampled on Beiguan Village, demolished many houses, burned many crops, and tossed around in Beiguan Village for nearly two hours before finally leaving in displeasure.
When the villagers heard that there was no movement outside, they sent two clever boys out to investigate. They saw that the enemy had indeed gone far away, but the village was almost destroyed, and everyone was heartbroken.
The pickle workshop of the fourth branch of the Xia family was also affected.
The door of the pickle workshop was smashed open, the roof was demolished, the walls were pushed down, and the jars and cans piled up in the room were smashed to pieces, with fragments all over the floor. A good storage room was turned into a rubble pile by the enemy.
The new house by South Lake was also severely damaged. So many large rocks were thrown into the well that it was impossible to fish them out! The sauce jars were overturned, the pickled cabbage jars were smashed, and even the chili peppers and garlic hanging from the eaves were ripped down and crushed.
The tiles on the roof were lifted up and thrown down piece by piece; several holes were punched in the wall; the big pot on the stove was also smashed to pieces...
Even the usually gentle Jiang was so angry that she couldn't help crying and cursing: "What a bunch of shameless beasts! They don't know how to save resources. Sooner or later, they will be struck by lightning!"
Every house in the village was severely damaged, and it was almost impossible to find a single intact house. It was fine on sunny days, but when it was windy and rainy, the houses were no different from the wilderness.
The family that suffered the most serious losses was not the Xia family, but the Wang Lizheng family and the Feng Juren family.
Wang Lizheng was a stingy man who was reluctant to throw away used needles and thread, so his house was full of junk. This time, the Hu people set fire to it and burned it all.
Because there were too many rubbish in the house, the house eventually burned down.
Wang Lizheng looked at the ashes after the fire, which were scattered in the wind, and hugged his old son and cried sadly: "My house! My room! My silver! My sweetheart! My quilt! My basket!"
While crying, he wiped his snot and tears on his youngest son. The youngest son was angry and helpless. His father was a village head after all. Even if the blow was a bit big, he couldn't show it in front of others. It was so rude!
He secretly pulled the headman's beard.
Li Zheng was crying when he found out that his most cherished beard was also in trouble. The tears that had just stopped welled up again:
"My dear beard! I shall not live any longer..."
Mr. Feng's family had money, and he liked to be elegant in everything. His home was full of fine porcelain, fine calligraphy and paintings, and fine furniture made of fine wood.
In my hurry I didn't have time to put them all away.
Except for the most valuable ones, he quietly packed up and took them away, and left the less valuable ones at home.
Mr. Feng originally thought that these ornaments were not worth eating or drinking, and the enemy would probably not take them away if they saw them.
I never dreamed that when the Hu people saw the calligraphy and paintings and porcelain, they had no idea of their value and just regarded them as worthless things. They smashed, kicked, tore and trampled them, almost destroying them all.
When Mr. Feng came back, he was stunned.
When he saw this scene, he was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly and almost had a stroke on the spot.
Mr. Feng's house was relatively solid. Although the roof and several walls were demolished, the place was large and not easy to demolish. In the end, most of the house's frame was left, so it was easier to repair and rebuild it than other people's houses.
However, the loss of these calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, and furniture really made Mr. Feng feel distressed.
The Xia family's old house was also attacked.
Of course, because the Xia family's old house was an old house and was built relatively early, the house looked relatively old, and a funeral had been held there before, and the decorations had not been removed at this time, the damage caused by the Hu people to the Xia family's old house was less than that to other places.
They probably thought that the Xia family's old house looked like it was in such a state that they were really poor, rather than having taken away all their things.
However, “less damage” does not mean there is no damage.
The fence was torn down, the gate was broken, and there were several holes in the gable of the house.
I really don’t know where those barbarians get so much strength. They are demolishing houses and breaking down walls, and they don’t even feel tired.
The roof of the Xia family's old house was also blown off. If it rained suddenly, everyone in the house would be soaked.
Zhou was so angry that her face turned blue:
"Next time the barbarians come, I'll fight them! What's the point of hiding underground like a coward? This family has been completely ruined by these beasts!"
Old Master Xia was also feeling unhappy. He squatted on the threshold, smoking and sighing:
"Don't be angry. We're at war, aren't we? This kind of thing is inevitable.
"It's fine if they burn down the house, but no matter how ignorant they are, they shouldn't destroy the crops!"
Although every villager felt that they had escaped with luck, they all realized one thing: they had miscalculated during the previous military drill.
They never imagined that those barbarians would destroy crops, fields and houses in this way.
No wonder the people of Chu and the Hu people are always at war!
If these Hu people always destroy things like this, who in the Great Chu can tolerate them?
The people of Da Chu had painstakingly saved up things for half their lives, some of which were even passed down for several generations. They were just destroyed by a single blow or burned by a single fire. Who could bear this?
Even the wife of Lao Lu, the drunkard who was generally recognized as the best-tempered and most tolerant in the village, was so angry that she said something harsh:
"If you ask me, we should fight these barbarians!
Come one, come one, don't leave! Come one, stay one, come two, stay a pair! See if they're scared!
Seeing them destroy things like this is more painful than tearing my heart out!"
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