Yang Fu continued to speak, and this time his voice became more choked with each sentence, "Those people learned from Da Zhuang Niang..."
The events of that day were still vivid in his mind, appearing before his eyes every time he woke up in the middle of the night.
He never dared and could not forget.
"My father was stabbed in the neck by the enemy with a single sword strike. The blood splattered high... That group of cruel and mad people ordered us to be massacred..."
The burly men secretly wiped away their tears. Even though they were not at the scene, by listening to his narration, they knew how dangerous the situation was that day and how brutal those people were.
In fact, they encountered such situations more than once during their escape, but they had Su Yatou, who led them through one danger after another.
Not only did they avoid being slaughtered, but they also got some money.
Looking at the people in the village, they are not so lucky.
It only happened once and this is what happened.
Of course, they did not ignore the most important key factor, which was the bad apple in the team.
If it weren't for Dazhuang's family, the villagers wouldn't have ended up like that.
When Yang Fu finished speaking, Butcher Yang could no longer control his emotions. He wiped his tears and cursed, "If I had listened to Yin Yin and kicked that family out, how could this have happened?!"
"That family is a disaster!"
"Tell me, why did you keep that family? What was the result?"
"If I had known this, I would have… I would have driven that scumbag out no matter what."
He kept roaring, not giving anyone a chance to interrupt.
And every word he said touched everyone's heart.
Yang Dahe sighed, "Yinyin once said that Dazhuang's family would bring disaster to the whole village sooner or later. I didn't expect it to come true."
"It would have been great if the head of the village had listened to the sound."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The village head didn't listen to Yinyin and wanted to drive Dazhuang's family away. It was the village elders who disagreed, and the uncles in Dazhuang's family also disagreed. The village head couldn't persuade them, so he had no choice but to let them stay."
Yang Fu wiped his tears and said, "After Yinyin left, my father regretted it."
I regretted not keeping them, and I regretted even more that I didn't stand on Su Yin's side with a tough attitude.
"If it weren't for Yinyin's foresight, I'm afraid that our entire village would have been killed by their family." Butcher Yang said angrily.
"It's not that Yinyin has foresight, but the character of Dazhuang's family makes them restless. If we keep such restless people in the team, something will happen sooner or later." Su Xiaozhong said.
"How did you escape?" Yang Dachuan asked.
Yang Fu told how he had escaped death and how he hid with his son all the way, and met a doctor who was collecting herbs in the mountains. If it hadn't been for the doctor's treatment, the father and son would have died on the road.
They originally wanted to go south to find them, but they encountered the kidnapping slave traders on the way. The father and son were kidnapped and hung half-dead in the hands of the slave traders. He once managed to escape with a group of people, but he didn't expect that the leader was a slave trader in disguise.
Those who took part in the escape were beaten half to death.
Yang Fu and his son survived by chance, but they never received treatment for their injuries. They almost died several times, but they managed to survive.
Along the way, if the slave traders were unhappy with them, they would beat and torture them.
Knowing that there is no hope in my life, I became completely confused.
The father and son were moved to many places, and they didn't know where that group of people would take them.
He arrived at Shangjing City in a daze, and was met by Su Yin, who rescued him.
After hearing this, the people in Xinghua Village finally felt relieved.
Some people couldn't help but feel lucky, "You are lucky to have met Yinyin."
Yang Fu nodded sincerely, "Yes, if I hadn't met Yinyin, I would have been tortured to death by those slave traders in just a few days."
"It's good to be alive. It's never wrong to listen to Su Yin more in the future." Butcher Yang said.
He said this from the bottom of his heart.
After hearing what Yang Fu said, everyone in Xinghua Village felt sad and heartbroken for the villagers who died in vain. However, they were also secretly glad that they had made the firm choice to follow Su Yin and leave.
There is no need to mention Su Yin's uncles, but the families of Butcher Yang and Madam Xu could not hide their relief.
If they had chosen to follow the larger group and gave up on Su Yin and the others, their fate would probably have been similar to that of the others.
It is unknown whether one can be as lucky as Yang Fu and escape.
The whereabouts of the people in Xinghua Village also sounded a wake-up call to everyone.
Su Xiaozhong waited until everyone had finished speaking before he began, "You have encountered a royal team disguised as refugees on the road. Whether you have seen anything or not is not important in the eyes of those dignitaries. If you have seen it and asked them what they want, the result will be a dead end. If you have not seen it, it doesn't matter. Just kill them and silence them to prevent the news from spreading."
Listening to Su Xiaozhong's analysis, everyone's expression became solemn.
"So, no matter whether you have seen them or not, or whether you know any news, in their eyes, our lives are worthless and we will all die. If you want to save your lives, remember that we are now from Fengqi Village, not Xinghua Village. Do you understand?"
"clear."
“We all remember that.”
"Everyone should recite this silently after returning home to avoid saying the wrong thing. Each family should go back and supervise their children."
"You must never mention the three words 'Xinghua Village' in front of outsiders." Su Xiaozhong reminded again.
Everyone nodded.
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Time goes back to not long after the two brothers separated...
In the pile of dead bodies, a pair of small hands stretched out from the cracks between the corpses. The fingernails of the five fingers were turned over, and bright red blood mixed with mud covered the entire hands. The small hands struggled to dig open the corpses bit by bit, and a small, tender face mixed with mud and blood appeared from the pile of corpses.
After crawling out from the pile of corpses, he was gasping for breath. The pain of suffocation made his little face pale and his eyes were filled with fear of death.
Half an hour ago, a group of bandits rushed onto the official road and started a brutal massacre of the fleeing refugees. Wherever they passed, there were wailing sounds, and corpses fell one by one as they passed by.
They spared no one, killing the old, the children, and the men. Only young women were spared.
They piled the bodies of the killed refugees together, one body on top of another, forming a small hill.
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