Chapter 227 Xu Yu said he didn't believe it, and I didn't believe it either
Xu Minghui nodded with a smile: "Yes."
"Are they all available?"
"Sister-in-law, don't worry."
"Then send it over."
Sang Zhixia clapped her hands and said, "There's plenty of work on the farm. If you come here, you'll be treated the same as the people here today. If..."
Sang Zhixia paused and said, "If there's anything that requires special care that I don't know about, please let me know in advance so I can make arrangements."
She knew the general outline of what Xu Yu was busy with, but she was not sure about the details.
But since he can send someone to the farm, there shouldn't be any problem.
Sang Zhixia didn't take it too seriously, but a few days later, when she saw the dozen or so people sent by Xu Minghui, she couldn't help but frown.
How come these people...
Something suddenly flashed through Sang Zhixia's mind, and her heart began to beat wildly. However, her expression remained unchanged as she simply smiled and said, "Since you're here, then settle down and rest assured. It won't be too late to discuss other matters once you've settled in."
The leader of the fifteen people lowered his head deeply with red eyes, and uttered a word in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, young madam."
"We're all in the village now, no need to be so polite."
Sang Zhixia waved her hands and sighed, "There aren't that many rules in the village, and we don't care about these things. It would be strange if you called me that."
The man lowered his head and stopped talking.
Sang Zhixia's gaze slid across the empty sleeve of his missing arm. She quickly closed her eyes and said softly, "I'll find someone to take you to a place to stay. If you need anything, you can come directly to me, or you can find Xu Minghui."
"yes."
Sang Zhixia was a little worried, so she asked Xu Minghui to personally send these people to the farm.
The pens and incubators on the farm were always occupied. Sang Zhixia hadn't thought about this problem at first, and the livestock keepers didn't say anything either. They all dug out a grass nest outside the pens as a place to stay overnight, until Sang Zhixia saw it.
Sang Zhixia didn't say anything at the time. He turned around and looked for carpenters and bricklayers he was familiar with. Soon, he built several small houses next to the enclosure.
The place is not big, but it has plenty of space for you to stay.
Later, some huts were built around the farm one after another to provide housing for those who had invested in the farm but whose homes were far away and it was inconvenient for them to commute.
With so much empty space, it is not difficult to accommodate more than a dozen people.
only……
Sang Zhixia frowned secretly. The old man who had returned from the village school had walked to the door of his house without him noticing. Looking at the people being taken away by Xu Minghui, he said solemnly, "Have you thought clearly about how to explain your origins?"
There are few strangers in the village. Even those who come and go to work are mostly relatives and familiar faces of the villagers. If more than a dozen strangers suddenly come, it will probably cause gossip if the news gets out.
Sang Zhixia had been absent-minded for so long that she didn't notice the old man had returned. She paused and subconsciously covered up for Xu Yu: "He was a poor man who had been attacked by bandits before, so...that's why he has incomplete limbs. Xu Yu couldn't bear to see him outside, so..."
"Bandits?"
The old man looked at her with a half-smile in his eyes and sighed, "Girl, do you really think your grandfather's eyes are useless?"
The old man came from a military background and spent much more time in the army than at home in his early years.
He could tell at a glance who had served in the military.
It can't be hidden.
Seeing that he couldn't argue any further, Sang Zhixia puffed out her cheeks, exhaled, and said, "Grandfather, what do you think of my excuse just now?"
"Does that sound like the case?"
The bandits were very ferocious, so it shouldn't be difficult for them to injure a dozen strong men.
As for the origins of those people...
Sang Zhixia rolled her eyes and decided to go for broke. "Why not just say they're from the same village as ours in our distant hometown? Their village was plundered by bandits and they learned we were staying in Luobei Village, so they came all the way here to seek refuge with us."
With this said, not only can the differences between those dozen people and ordinary people be explained, but even the reasons for those who might be sent here in the future can be thought of at once.
They were all relatives and friends from my hometown, all poor people who had been harmed by bandits.
Everyone can stay here when they come. There is plenty of wasteland anyway, and if there are not enough huts, they can just build one on the spot.
There is always room for it.
The old man sighed and looked at her: "Do you know the origins of those people?"
Sang Zhixia touched his nose and said vaguely: "I can guess roughly."
Xu Yu's father, Marquis of Jiaxing, was defeated and killed in the Battle of Hongbei. The 150,000 troops led by Marquis of Jiaxing all lost their lives in the Hongbei battlefield, which was extremely tragic.
However, it is easy to imagine that so many people, how could they really be dead?
Xu Yu has been secretly investigating the truth and details of the Battle of Hongbei. The best place to start, in addition to the strange things on the battlefield that year, is of course the people who participated in the Battle of Hongbei and survived.
An old subordinate of Marquis Jiaxing who luckily survived.
Sang Zhixia didn't know where Xu Yu found these people and secretly escorted them to the northwest, nor did he know what Xu Yu's intention was in keeping these people.
But since we have paid a heavy price on the battlefield against foreign enemies, we should live with dignity as much as possible even if we take off the armor we once fought in.
Just from the first meeting, it seems that these people are not living well.
There were people with broken arms and legs, and some were blind in one eye. There were more than a dozen people with intact arms and legs, but they could not be counted on the palm of your hand. They looked shabby and their clothes were empty and dangling.
Those who can join the army and fight should be strong and sturdy men.
Less than two years had passed since the Battle of Hongbei, and most of these people were so thin that only their tall skeletons were left. They probably had a lot of unhappiness in their lives.
Sang Zhixia felt very sad when she saw this.
Seeing that she was silent, the old man quickly closed his eyes: "Do you want to keep them all?"
"Why not stay?"
Sang Zhixia smiled bitterly and said, "Grandfather, some people have already shed their necessary blood. Now all they can hope for is a safe and secure life."
"The farm can accommodate such people."
Even if someone can't do anything, we won't let him go hungry once he comes.
Sang Zhixia is confident and capable of supporting these people.
The old man raised the corners of his lips calmly and said softly, "Aren't you afraid?"
"That's treason."
Sang Zhixia tugged at the hem of her clothes, then after a moment's silence, said sullenly, "Grandfather, Xu Yu said he doesn't believe it."
"I don't believe it either."
A father who could raise Xu Yu to have such a character would not be someone who would collaborate with the enemy and betray his country for his own selfish desires.
Although she had never met her father-in-law, Sang Zhixia was inexplicably confident.
Seeing the determination in her eyes, the old man couldn't help but laugh softly, his voice thick with hoarseness: "I don't believe it either."
That was his eldest son, whom he was proud of, and the pride of the Xu family for many years.
How could such a man of such strength and pride be accused of treason after his unclear death...
It's just that I can't say such things.
Can't say either.
The old man's throat slid violently without saying anything more. He patted Sang Zhixia's shoulder lightly with his big hand and said in a hoarse voice, "The excuse you just came up with is good. It sounds very plausible. Just remember to communicate it in advance and don't let anyone know."
Sang Zhixia nodded quickly and agreed. Seeing that the old man didn't come into the house, he asked curiously, "Grandfather, are you going out again?"
The old man turned his back to her and waved his hand: "It's rare to see someone I know. I'll go over and take a look."
Sang Zhixia stood there and watched the old man walk away with his hands behind his back, feeling mixed emotions.
For the old man, seeing these people at this moment must be the most painful thing, right?
Xu Yu didn't know how much effort he had put in to find these dozen people.
How must he have felt when he asked these people word by word how his father died?
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