Fu Tu stayed by the bedside for a while, then led the Black-Clad Guards up the mountain.
On the snowy mountainside, several incomplete corpses lay.
Minced meat was scattered everywhere, and there was wolf fur on the ground!
The carcasses were eaten by wolves.
The rest are things that wolves don't like to eat.
The remains on the ground also contain the weapons used by the deceased during their lifetime.
It's very sharp and has no markings whatsoever.
“Twenty people in total,” said the leader of the black-clad guards.
Fu Tu nodded, showing no interest whatsoever in the remains of these people.
These people actually chased after my mother; she deserves to be left to rot in the wilderness. But... Fu Tu reached out and covered his head. He felt that he had forgotten some things, and his head ached whenever he tried to remember them.
He had a vague intuition.
What he forgot was what he wanted to forget.
What remains in our memories is the most important and crucial.
For example, Mother!
For example, Xiaoya!
Since he has the potential for changes over the next twenty years in mind, he should plan a better future for his family.
Moreover, his starting point now is no worse than when he held a high position of power in his previous life.
At the very least, with the Black-Clad Guards in hand, there are only a handful of overt forces in the world that he can find troublesome.
Futu returned from the mountain.
Arrange the Black-Clad Guards properly.
The small village, seemingly self-sufficient with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys, had long been under the control of the Black-Clad Guards.
Back at Doctor Liu's house, looking at Su Jiaoniang who was still unconscious, Fu Tu gradually calmed down. As long as one is alive, there is always a way. Right, there is still purple ginseng at home. Purple ginseng has excellent medicinal effects.
It's perfect for making chicken soup.
My frail mother needs something potent and nourishing.
Futu returned home, took out the purple ginseng, and personally put the ginseng and chicken pieces into a clay pot, lit a charcoal fire, and waved his small fan.
With red eyes, Xiao Ya approached Fu Tu.
She tugged at Futu's clothes: "Brother, where is Mother? I haven't seen her in so long, I miss her."
The little girl looked up, her eyes filled with helplessness.
Fu Tu pursed his lips: "Mother is sleeping. She's tired. Don't be afraid or make a fuss. Just read quietly. I promise you'll see Mother tomorrow, okay?" Fu Tu spoke, looking at the little girl. His throat was dry and his fingers were trembling.
The person in front of me is still young, just a child.
So cute.
Xiao Ya nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
She sat in the pavilion.
Guo Guo stood beside her, holding a small hand warmer.
Futu suppressed his various thoughts and continued to wave the fan in his hand.
He could get involved and stir things up in the capital or the political situation, but he didn't want the peaceful, stable, and happy life in the village to be disturbed.
The sound of a little girl reading aloud drifted out from the pavilion.
Futu looked at Xie Shi, who was standing to the side.
"Please work hard these next two days and cook more meals. Take turns cooking with Grandpa Guo, as there are quite a few people eating."
All three hundred members of the Xuanyi Guard have settled in the village.
At other times, the Black-Clad Guards would find their own way to prepare their meals.
However, they were burdened with the task of constantly monitoring the safety of the village.
Whether it's shift work or handover, it's always busy, with very little time to rest. If you don't rest properly, your body will break down. People need food to survive; you'll feel hungry if you skip a meal.
Although the Black-Clad Guards were very capable, they were still just mortals.
If you eat well and sleep well, you'll have enough energy.
If one person is used as if they were four or five, and something really happens, that one person might not be as useful as half a person.
Granny Jie smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all, it's my duty."
She and her husband take turns doing it, so it's not too tiring.
Besides, it's not like we have to live like this every day.
Once Madam recovers, there will surely be other arrangements.
Granny Jie quietly tended the fire and cooked rice. The dishes she needed were simple: a meat dish, a vegetable dish, a soup, and a large pot of boiled eggs. She didn't have to worry about the rest; she went to wash the clothes and sweep the yard.
When I went back to the kitchen, the meat was gone, the soup was gone, and the eggs were gone too.
She didn't even know when the people eating arrived.
Fu Tu finished stewing the chicken soup and carried it towards Doctor Liu.
The little girl followed for a few steps and was glared at by Futu.
She went back home.
She also wanted to go see what was wrong with her mother and what had happened!
But everyone treated her like a child.
Keep her away from these things.
How infuriating!
She pouted and turned around to see Granny Jie.
She snuggled up to Granny Jie and said in a pitiful voice, "Little girl misses her mother."
My godfather is gone, and my mother is gone too.
She felt like an unwanted child, her heart ached, and she felt so sad!
"Madam misses you too. She's injured, not seriously, but if she sees you worrying about her, she'll be sad, and that will slow her recovery. Little girl, you should stay quiet and wait for Madam to come back, okay?"
Granny Jie reached out and touched the little girl's newly grown, dark hair.
That hair is really nice.
The little girl even has a widow's peak. Her face is fair and delicate, and her tiny, shell-like teeth are neatly arranged. She will surely grow up to be a beautiful girl.
Who could bear to make such a girl sad or upset?
The old lady is so badly injured, if she saw this, she would surely cry!
Holding the little girl, I comforted her with the kindness of an adult.
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