"What a clear conscience! Do you know that I, I can't be humane because of you?"
Fu Huanping expressed regret for this, but would not impose such consequences on himself.
He asked in return: "If you hadn't been abducted to Bei Liao, wouldn't all this have happened?"
Luo Changchun was shocked and felt that this made sense.
But it was impossible for him to admit that he was wrong. Instead, he stabbed Fu Huanping even more fiercely.
Fu Huanping was not stupid either, and he dodged left and right immediately.
But the people of Bei Liao were not pushovers, especially when outnumbered. It wasn't long before Fu Huanping was covered in wounds and could barely hold the knife.
Of course, he didn't lose out either, as he killed several people.
However, the Northern Liao people were insidious. They took out the barbed arrows they had prepared long ago and shot them at Fu Huanping.
Chen Shitou and Zhang Ke subconsciously blocked the arrow for him, but were unfortunately hit by it.
Fu Huanping shouted loudly, and at the cost of injuring his arm and breaking his right leg, he hacked to death all the remnants of the Northern Liao in the snow.
He wanted to kill Luo Changchun, but he didn't have the strength.
In addition, Young Master Luo is a relative of County Magistrate Huang, and killing him directly would inevitably hurt feelings.
Although he deserved to die, it was not something that a subordinate like him could decide.
If you act without authorization, the Huang and Luo families will bear grudges against you and make things difficult for you.
Even though he was wronged, he still had to consider the overall situation, and Fu Huanping found it difficult to relieve the depression in his heart.
He glanced at the other person coldly, and left without looking back with Chen Shitou and Zhang Ke.
The three of them walked a long way and felt the vitality in their bodies rapidly fading away.
Fu Huanping took a deep breath and broke the exposed arrows of Zhang Ke and Chen Shitou, then cut a branch to use as a crutch.
It was difficult to walk in the snow. Zhang Ke and Chen Shitou thought they were going to die. They ignored the pain in their chests and supported Fu Huanping's arms at all costs, lifted him up, and quickly rushed to Qingshan Village.
There was no other way. In the current situation, the remnants of Northern Liao might appear at any time. They did not dare to find a place to seek medical treatment casually, so they could only ask the Ling family for help.
After all, there are a dozen or so Zhou family soldiers over there, and they can't let General Fu die an untimely death.
With this belief, the three of them walked for more than an hour before arriving at Qingshan Village.
The moment they saw the large blue brick and tiled house, they were almost unable to hold on. However, Chen Shitou and Zhang Ke didn't completely faint until they stepped into the yard.
The three of them didn't know that after they left, Luo Changchun walked home with wet pants.
As soon as he stepped into the house, he fainted on the ground without even changing his clothes.
The servants had been murdered by the Northern Liao, their bodies lying untouched in the yard. Luo Changchun lay on the cold ground, his pants gradually freezing...
After listening to Fu Huanping's experience, Ling Jiheng and Chi Xingyue sighed.
Who could have thought that saving someone would bring about revenge? Because of a small piece of rat shit, three lives were almost ruined.
But human hearts are like this, so complicated. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the saying "great kindness can be like great hatred."
Ling Jiheng patted Fu Huanping on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. Just take good care of your injuries." Then he left.
Chi Xingyue looked up and saw snowflakes falling from the sky. A gust of north wind blew by, and she shivered unconsciously and wrapped her cloak tighter around her.
Just as she was about to go back to her room, she heard Xiao He calling her, saying that the old lady had left some food for them and asked them to come over and eat.
Chi Xingyue had breakfast in the space and didn't feel hungry at all.
But it would be bad to offend the old lady, so he decided to go over with Ling Jiheng to express his gratitude.
Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was the day of Little New Year.
Chi Xingyue looked at the snow outside the window, a look of worry on her face: "Ling Yi and the others have been gone for seven or eight days, why haven't they come back yet? Could something have happened?"
Ling Jiheng comforted her: "No, they are all battle-hardened people, and they have so many weapons with them. Even if they can't escape unscathed, they will still be able to survive!"
Chi Xingyue nodded and called Baozhu to bring the Tremella soup in the ear room to everyone.
During this period, she would make some soup every day, either millet porridge or white fungus soup, and sometimes she would stew some meat soup to nourish everyone.
Thanks to her persistent feeding, the injuries of the Ling brothers, as well as Ling Ba, Ling Jiu, and Ling Shi were almost healed.
Although I still can't do heavy work, I have no problem getting dressed, eating, going to the toilet, etc.
He gained a lot of weight and his mental state was more excited than ever before.
Everyone praised Chi Xingyue's cooking skills, and this praise reached its peak after Ling Weicheng licked his face and asked for two bowls of Tremella soup.
From then on, he would come here to eat and drink for free.
Chi Xingyue had no choice but to give a part of it to the other party.
At the same time, gradually reduce the content of spiritual spring water, while maintaining the delicious taste, the effect of accelerating wound healing will be minimized.
Chi Xingyue was really cautious. At least Zhou Jiajun and the villagers who were recuperating at home did not notice anything wrong.
Everyone's injuries healed quickly, and they attributed it to Dr. Cheng's superb medical skills, the suturing techniques he used, and the two bowls of medicine he drank every day.
In addition, they only have meat once every two days on average, either chicken noodles or mutton soup. Their living standard is really not even comparable to that of ordinary landlords.
It seemed natural that the wound healed quickly.
After drinking the Tremella soup, the family had to get busy. The Little New Year in the Yong Dynasty was different from that in later generations. It was particularly festive.
Aunt Taohua got up early in the morning and cleaned the kitchen thoroughly. After making breakfast, she took Shitou and Lanlan to clean every corner of Rongsiyuan.
Cao Dashan and the centurion felt embarrassed that they had been eating and drinking for free for so many days.
Taking this opportunity, they all did their best to clean the Ling family's house inside and out.
The snow on the roof, the icicles under the eaves, and the dirt in the corners were all dug out and swept outside.
All the winter mushrooms in the shed were picked and sent to the county to be sold at a high price.
After the Ling family was attacked, they were unable to go to the county to sell mushrooms for a long time.
Those wealthy families thought something had happened to his family. Some of them were so anxious that they even sent their housekeepers to visit.
The old man and the old woman naturally treated them with courtesy. After asking them to eat and drink their fill, they gave them some hot pot ingredients and fresh vegetables.
After returning, these people informed the host family of the "real situation" of the Ling family. After the wealthy families learned that the Ling family had a close relationship with the Zhou family army, they dared not underestimate these people.
For a time, those who had once had thoughts about hot pot ingredients and gold-painted couplets were glad that they did not put the dark side of their hearts into action.
Otherwise, it is hard to say whether his family can continue to exist.
The Ling family was unintentionally taking advantage of the situation.
Therefore, the sales of winter mushrooms went particularly smoothly these two times. No one bargained for the price, and no one found fault.
Everyone is proud to buy the winter mushrooms cultivated by the Ling family, as if this will allow them to establish a relationship with the Zhou family army.
Geng Suhua and Liang Zhijun did not think clearly about the connection, they just thought that the mushrooms they grew were delicious and that was why they were so popular.
Looking at the real money they got back, everyone was smiling.
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