Chapter 19: On Huaizipo, we saw exactly how the entire village of Yujiatuan disappeared.
Whether the two were coaxed by Li Shiyang's words or had no other choice but to tell the truth in order to survive, it's unclear.
"...The women, children, and the remaining men are hiding over there, along with food and water...that's all. Really, I've told you everything, I really have, I haven't killed anyone, I really haven't killed anyone..."
As soon as Li Shiyang raised his hand, the villager standing behind the kneeling refugees raised his hand again and used a rag to gag the two refugees.
Li Shiyang frowned and pondered for a while before turning back to discuss something quietly with Li Youfu and the other elders.
Then, the refugee who had been dragged there by the stone was woken up by Li Shiyang's orders to have someone slap him across the face again.
Li Shiyang asked the same questions he had just asked the two refugees to this man again, and also had someone follow Li Wangming to the Li family to bring over the body of the big pillar for identification.
"It's him! It's him! This is him!"
It was Dazhuzi; he always carried a long knife, which he had stolen from the dead blacksmith.
"Hey, where's the knife? Big Pillar treasures that knife; he never lets it out of his sight."
Where is the knife?
Of course, it's in Li Qiutian's hands as spoils of war.
Some sharp-eyed villagers spotted Li Shiyue and his group standing to the side. "Isn't that the knife?"
Dog Lao San's shout drew everyone's attention, and then he raised his hand and pointed towards Li Qiutian's area.
Following the direction that Dog Lao San pointed, everyone saw the long sword in Li Qiutian's hand that was almost dragging on the ground, relative to her height.
Of course, everyone also noticed the bloodstains on the long sword and the bloodstains on Li Qiutian's expressionless face that he hadn't had time to wipe away.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's this knife. Among us, only Dazhu has a long knife. The rest of us just use kitchen knives and wood-chopping knives."
Li Shiyue twitched the hand holding the kitchen knife, and looked up at Dog Lao San.
You know what, the dim firelight shone on Li Shiyue's blood-stained face, and she was covered in blood on her body. She was also holding a blood-stained woodcutter's knife in her hand. Even Li Shiyue's own mother, Li's mother, felt quite frightened when she saw it. You can imagine how frightened other people were.
Anyway, Gou Lao San, who had made eye contact with Li Shiyue, was really scared. At this moment, he realized for the first time what his aunt meant when she said he had a sharp tongue.
Dog Lao San has a really sharp tongue, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten the nickname Dog Lao San. Now, people in his hometown village don't call him that anymore, they just call him Dog Lao San.
With blood on his face and staring at you expressionlessly, Li Shiyue's appearance truly terrified Gou Laosan.
Dog Lao San dared not look Li Shiyue in the eye any longer, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look anywhere else.
Li Shiyang glanced at Li Shiyue, then at the long knife in Li Qiutian's hand, and signaled to the villager to gag the refugee as well.
Li Shiyue saw Li Shiyang turn back to chat with Li Youfu and the others. As they were talking, Li Shiyang said something, and Li Youfu and the three elders suddenly looked up at him. Anyone with eyes could see that.
Thanks to Li Shiyue being in the front row, she could clearly see the shocked and somewhat frightened looks in Li Youfu and the others' eyes.
Then Li Shiyang's mouth moved again, and finally Li Youfu and the three elders looked at each other, and he nodded hesitantly.
Li Shiyang turned around again and, facing the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him, said, "Fellow villagers, now that we need to make a living, we can't leave any hidden dangers."
Those five who escaped tonight will surely return to their lair. To eliminate any future trouble, who is willing to come with me?
As soon as Li Shiyang finished speaking, after a brief pause, the crowd erupted in a clamor.
"Ah! Go find those refugees?"
"Why would we look for them? They're refugees!"
Let's pack up and run! Don't look for me, I don't want to die...
"Are you stupid? Didn't you hear what my nephew Shiyang said? Those escaped refugees are a menace. If we don't kill them, things will get worse..."
What happened next?
If you ask me, we should run! Too many people have died. Let's get out of here...
The remaining seventy or eighty people in Lijia Village started shouting after Li Shiyang's words. Most of them had farmed in the village for most of their lives, and the farthest they had ever been was to the town to pay their grain taxes. How could they have the guts to go looking for refugees? Let alone face them.
But not everyone has it.
"I'm going!"
"Master!"
Zhou Lanhua held her baby boy, who was only a few months old, and held the hand of her five-year-old son, Dazhuang. Her hair was disheveled, and there was a lot of blood on her head, face, and body. She watched as her husband stepped forward with a wood-chopping knife in his hand.
Zhou Lanhua was not seriously injured; the blood on her body was from her mother-in-law.
Her mother-in-law, her blind mother-in-law, was stabbed to death by the refugees while protecting Xiaozhuang!
Li Wangshui, who used to be a cowardly man who was afraid of his wife, not only bit a refugee to death today, but also used a woodcutter's knife to chop off the head of the refugee who killed his blind mother.
Li Wangshui was raised by his widowed mother since childhood. Later, he married Zhou Lanhua. Zhou Lanhua did not mind his blind mother and was willing to take care of her. She also gave birth to his son, Dazhuang, and this year they had a baby boy, Xiaozhuang.
In Li Wangshui's opinion, there is nothing shameful about listening to his wife. His wife is good to his mother and to him, so what's wrong with letting his wife pinch him a couple of times?
Therefore, who wouldn't be shocked that the cowardly man in Li Family Village, who was the most afraid of his wife, actually stood up and said he would follow Li Shiyang to find the refugees?
"The refugees killed my mother, I want them dead!"
Li Wangshui's hand holding the wood-chopping knife was trembling. He looked at his wife, Zhou Lanhua, and said, "If they don't die, what will happen to my wife and children?"
I can't let anything happen to my wife and kids, or they'll have to die!
"Wow!"
As soon as Li Wangshui finished speaking, Li Shiyue stepped forward, holding a wood-chopping knife. "Shiyue!" Li's mother called out to Li Shiyue as she walked out.
"What are you doing? What are you doing, a young girl like you?"
"Come back! Come back here!"
Li Shiyue turned around and nodded to her mother, but instead of going back, she took two more steps forward. She nodded to Li Shiyang, turned around and faced the onlookers from Li Family Village, saying, "If I don't resist tonight, I will either die or be violated by the refugees."
We saw how the entire village of Yujiatuan disappeared on Huaizipo.
I don't want to be caught and captured by refugees on the road; I want to resist! I'm willing to go with Brother Shiyang!
One after another, the cowardly man and the seemingly weak woman stepped forward. Then, three and four more followed. The eight-year-old lamb also stepped forward, crying. He shouted to Li Shiyang, "Give me a knife! I'm going to avenge my parents!"
Of course, when it came time to choose, the lamb was still kept; he was still too young.
As for Li Shiyue, she and Li Qiutian each carried a knife and followed Li Shiyang and the other twenty strong men who had been selected, leading the three refugees in the dark to the place the refugees had mentioned as their hiding place.
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