The village chief's eyes were full of reluctance. He knew in his heart that Lu Youan and Uncle Hu had extraordinary identities and their life trajectories were different from those of the people in Sujia Village. It was only a matter of time before they would separate.
But when I think back on every little detail of this journey, the sadness and longing in my heart still surges like a tide.
I still remember the thrilling scene of the last encounter with a tiger. The gorgeous tiger suddenly jumped out from the dense forest, baring its fangs and claws, roaring loudly, and everyone was frightened and panicked.
If Uncle Hu had not stepped forward with his superb martial arts and rich experience, leading a few brave villagers to deal with the tiger, Sujia Village would probably have suffered a devastating disaster.
Moreover, during the long journey, Uncle Hu often took the trouble to teach martial arts to the young people in the village. He patiently explained and demonstrated every move, and every bit of progress made by the young people was full of his hard work.
Now that they are about to part, although the villagers are filled with reluctance, they can only turn thousands of words into deep blessings.
The village chief declined the banknote in Lu Youan's hand, stepped forward and said to Lu Youan: "Youan, we are so grateful to you and Uncle Hu for this journey. If it weren't for you, we really don't know how much hardship we would have endured. We can't accept this money."
But Lu Youan used some cleverness to stuff the banknote into the village chief's hand.
The village chief wanted to return the money to Uncle Hu. Seeing this, Uncle Hu quickly hid behind Lu Youan and waved his hands repeatedly.
The village chief was helpless and turned around to hand the money to Lu Youan, but Lu Youan quickly reached out and held the village chief's hand tightly, saying with sincere eyes: "Village chief, please don't refuse. You have traveled all the way to Jeju, and you will have to settle down and buy a house in the future. There are countless places where you will need to spend money. Just accept this banknote."
The village chief looked at Lu Youan's determined eyes, his lips trembled slightly, his eyes became a little moist, and finally he accepted the banknote.
Lu Youan bowed slightly to the village chief and said goodbye, then turned around resolutely and strode towards the city gate.
His steps were firm and powerful, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, showing an extraordinary demeanor.
Uncle Hu looked at Lu Youan's back with respect and loyalty in his eyes, and followed him silently, his steps steady and silent.
The village chief's eyes were fixed on their receding figures, and he felt mixed emotions. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the banknote slightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
Lu Youan and Uncle Hu arrived at the city gate. The guards in front of the gate stood tall and straight, with serious expressions, holding long spears, looking majestic.
Lu Youan looked calm and took out a token from his arms without any hurry. He held the token high and handed it to the guard.
Upon seeing this, the guard immediately took the token respectfully, examined it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he quickly knelt on one knee and saluted, saying, "Sir, I'm sorry, please enter the city."
Lu Youan nodded slightly and walked steadily into the city of Jeju with Uncle Hu.
The streets in the city are bustling with people coming and going and traffic.
However, Lu Youan had no intention of appreciating the scenery along the way. With a firm gaze and quick steps, he walked quickly towards Prince An's Mansion.
Uncle Hu followed closely, and the two of them disappeared into the street.
On the other hand, after Lu Youan and Uncle Hu left, the atmosphere in Sujia Village was inevitably a bit dull and depressing, and everyone seemed quite depressed.
However, when their eyes fell on the nearby Jeju City, sparks of hope and joy instantly rekindled in their eyes.
At this moment, two carriages slowly drove out of the city.
The carriage was decorated in a simple and rustic style, and the body of the carriage glowed faintly in the sunlight.
After the carriage stopped steadily at the city gate, several men who looked like servants quickly got off the carriage.
They skillfully brought out several large buckets of steaming porridge from the back of the carriage and laid out piles of clean bowls and chopsticks.
It turned out that this was a porridge-giving charity organized by kind-hearted people in the city.
The other refugees around became excited when they saw this scene.
They had suffered from hunger for a long time and were already exhausted.
Seeing someone giving out porridge, he squeezed forward desperately.
For a moment, the city gate was crowded with people, and shouts and yells were intertwined.
The stronger refugees, relying on their great strength, rushed forward desperately, trying to be the first to grab the precious food; while some old, weak and sick people were at the edge of the crowd, their eyes full of anxiety and helplessness, and they could only watch, hoping that the crowd would loosen up a little so that they could have a chance to share a mouthful of hot porridge to comfort their already empty stomachs and gain a little strength to survive.
Mrs. Li and Widow Wang stood in the crowd, staring at the buckets of porridge with anticipation on their faces.
Their eyes revealed an extreme desire for food, their bodies unconsciously leaned forward slightly, and their feet seemed to be ready to rush to the place where porridge was distributed at any time.
However, the village chief's expression suddenly became gloomy and solemn.
The terrible experience he had in Ping'an County last time immediately emerged in his mind.
In Ping'an County, someone put drugs in porridge when distributing it. The villagers drank it without any precautions and fainted on the ground. They were eventually locked up and taken to mine.
Those heart-wrenching scenes haunted the village chief like a nightmare, leaving him with lingering fears to this day.
"You are not allowed to go. Have you forgotten what happened last time?" The village chief raised his voice, with unquestionable majesty and warning in his voice.
When everyone heard the village chief's words, they were stunned at first, and then the tragedy in Ping'an County flashed through their minds.
In an instant, his face, which had originally shown some joy and anticipation, turned as pale as paper.
Their bodies began to tremble slightly, and the desire in their eyes was instantly replaced by fear.
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