After daybreak, Qingshan Village returned to its former prosperity. People who had been hiding in cellars, woodsheds, and mushroom sheds finally decided to come out and check on the situation in the village.
There was almost no smoke from cooking this morning, and the village was quiet, with only the occasional curious glance through the cracks in the door.
Cao Dashan and the families of several young men in the village all cried with red eyes, thinking that since their children had not come back all night, something must have happened.
They wanted to go out and look for him, but there were many people at home. They couldn't just leave them alone for that disobedient kid.
Now it's daybreak, the army has left, and we can go out and move around.
But everything was silent. They paced back and forth at the door, but did not dare to take that brave and firm step.
Song Yuangen waited until Doctor Cheng had given stitches and medicine to all the patients, and had time to take a look at Song Lizheng before going home to report the news.
"Mom, mom, my dad is fine, he just caught a cold. He's recuperating at the Ling family!"
Song Yuangen's stumbling figure had long been noticed by someone.
But no one knew what was going on outside, so they didn't dare open the door to stop the person.
It was not until they heard Song Yuangen's words that they came out and gathered at the door of Old Song's house, wanting to hear gossip.
When Aunt Song heard the news, she hugged her son and cried, "Is your father really okay? Are you lying because you're afraid we'll worry?"
"Those Northern Liao bandits kill without blinking an eye, how could they let your father go?"
Song Yuangen patted Aunt Song on the back: "Don't worry, Mom, Dad is really fine. Second Young Master Ling hid Dad in the snow and was seriously injured, but Dad is fine.
But Dad was buried a long time ago. Doctor Cheng said he needed to be kept for a few days. Someone in the Ling family had medicinal herbs, so I didn't bring Dad back.
If you're worried, you can go over and take a look. You can also help take care of the injured."
Aunt Song was completely relieved when she heard this. She smiled and wiped away her tears that had frozen into ice, feeling her skin tingle.
He didn't care about the pain in his cheek and asked his eldest son to slaughter the chickens, sheep and other animals in the house and send them to the Ling family.
Her old man was alive thanks to the protection of the Ling family. Now, they lent him a place to recuperate, and her Song family couldn't be ungrateful.
More and more people gathered at the door of Old Song's house, asking Song Yuangen what happened last night.
When they heard that there were two groups of three or four hundred Bei Liao people coming last night, they were all stunned and glad that they did not go out to show off.
Someone asked, "What's the situation with the Ling family? Are there serious casualties?"
This person had witnessed the brutality of the Northern Liao army, so he didn't think the Ling family could escape unscathed.
If the male members of the Ling family died, could he gain some benefits from it?
I can only say that some people have evil hearts. You can neither tame them nor feed them enough.
Song Yuangen knew what the other person was thinking, so he rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "It's fine!
The second son of Renling is a good friend of General Fu. After receiving the news, the Zhou family army rushed to support overnight.
Only in this way can we defeat the Northern Liao army, and only then can you stand here and breathe!
Humph, you act like you don't know some people's scheming. Disgusting! "
After being exposed, the man touched his nose in embarrassment, but did not feel that he had done anything wrong.
After all, the practice of eating out a family's entirety has existed since ancient times. He wasn't the only one who had this idea.
However, from what Yuan Gen said, the Ling family had a close relationship with the Zhou family army. So, they didn't dare to make any plans.
Song Yuangen glanced at the crowd and found that Cao Dashan's father was among them.
I quickly revealed to him: "Uncle, Dashan and the others were injured and are resting at the Ling family.
Don't worry, you'll have good food and drink, and someone will be there to take care of you. You can go back in two days."
"Can I go over and take a look?"
"It's probably evening. The Ling family has been busy all night and has gone to bed. Dashan and the others are also busy. If you go over now, you won't be able to talk to them.
Besides, Doctor Cheng doesn't want too many people crowding into the room and disturbing the patient's rest."
When Old Man Cao heard this, he was completely relieved.
But like Aunt Song, she also planned to bring some food to the Ling family to nourish her son.
After hearing the news, those families close to the Cao family went home to prepare.
Those who had chickens killed them, and those who didn’t had to use the wolf meat they had distributed some time ago, or the mushrooms that had just grown in the shed.
In short, they gave whatever they had, and no one intended to let their son eat for free.
Moreover, these people are quite kind and don’t think that their son’s injury was caused by the Ling family.
Instead, they were thankful that the other party was capable and had a good background, otherwise, their entire village would have been buried with him.
After Song Yuangen settled his family, he called the village hunters, butchers, and several respected elders to check the losses from house to house.
Of course, the most important thing is to go to the two families his father mentioned and see if there is anything valuable in their homes, so as to pawn it and buy coffins for their burial.
Hunters, butchers, and village elders thought that with Zhou's army around, there would be no major problems in the village.
But they forgot that the Zhou family army arrived at the last moment, and before they came, there had already been a massacre here.
If the Ling family had not lured the Northern Liao army over there, there would definitely not be only a few people killed in Qingshan Village.
Although Song Yuangen was mentally prepared, his heart still trembled when he saw the corpse with incomplete limbs and the blood splattered on the wall.
Who could have thought that the uncle and aunt who had just gathered together a few days ago to discuss finding a wife for their son in the spring would be gone just like that.
The tall and strong boy who grew up naked with him was also lying there with his eyes wide open.
Song Yuangen burst into tears instantly, but he had to cheer himself up and calm down for his friends.
That frozen body, the eyelids that were difficult to close, and all the shocks, it would take him a lifetime to heal, and he might never forget them until his death.
The tragic scene frightened even the butcher, who stood motionless at the door.
But Song Yuangen acted as if he didn't see it and tried hard to restore the house and people to their original state.
Under his leadership, the elders mustered up their courage and dug out the dozens of taels of silver that the family had hidden in a hole in the wall.
"Yuan Gen, I'll leave this to you. Prepare some coffins for them and give them a proper burial!"
Song Yuangen nodded, put the silver in his pocket, bowed to the victims, and then left for the next house.
They all lived at the foot of the mountain, and they were the first to be hit when the Northern Liao army entered the village.
If the Ling family had not discovered it in time, more than just these few families would have been persecuted.
Therefore, everyone in Qingshan Village should really be grateful to the Ling family instead of thinking about unnecessary things.
Suppressing his surging thoughts, Song Yuangen went from one house to another.
Except for those at the foot of the mountain who were more or less frightened, those in the center of the village and far away from the foot of the mountain were fine.
Upon learning of the disaster at the foot of the mountain, the villagers sighed in relief. But most were thankful they didn't live there and had escaped the disaster. Such is human nature.
Song Yuangen took the silver and went to see Father Cao: "Uncle, for this matter in the village, I'll have to trouble you to prepare a few coffins."
Father Cao nodded and said, "Don't worry, there's still some wood at home. I'll get started right away."
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