The young couple from the farm fights back

As the New Year approaches, the pig-raising families in the village begin to prepare for slaughtering pigs. In addition to making sausages and hanging bacon, they also sell the fat pork to the town to supplement their family income.

In previous years, families who didn't know how to butcher pigs would ask the village butcher for help, and after the job was done, they would give the butcher a small amount of fat pork as a reward. But this year, even the butcher had been captured by the soldiers. The butcher's wife could butcher pigs, but she was still a woman, and her work wasn't as efficient as her husband.

Families who couldn't wait gathered in groups of three or five to help each other slaughter pigs. After Uncle Zhou and Dashuan slaughtered their own pigs, they went to the Zhou family's courtyard to help Jiang Li slaughter the two big fat pigs.

Uncle, Aunt Hu, and Zhao all came to help. Jiang Li was learning how to stuff sausages for the first time, and she found it quite interesting. She was reluctant to sell the stuffed sausages, so she saved them for her children. Furthermore, because Jiang Li was willing to save some meat for her children, she didn't sell much of the two fat pigs.

The children were so happy that they drooled when they saw the bacon, sausages and cured pork ribs hanging all over the corridor and in the kitchen.

Looking at the child's innocent smile, Jiang Li couldn't help but miss Zhou Chunfeng.

It has been almost half a year since he left, and I don't know what the war situation outside is like now.

Zhou Chunfeng might have enough to eat in the camp, but he might have been cold in the snow and injured.

When Zhou Chunfeng left, Jiang Li stuffed a lot of medicine into his bag, including the golden gun medicine for stopping bleeding, pain-relieving pills, and heart-saving pills for emergency treatment and life-saving.

On New Year's Eve, Dashuan bought couplets from the town and helped to paste them on the Zhou family's courtyard.

The big red couplets look festive.

Jiang Li stood outside the courtyard gate, looking at the couplet, slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed devoutly to God.

[May the gods bless Zhou Chunfeng with success in everything and make the most of his youth! ]

The city of Jinling, which had long since fallen, no longer had the beautiful scenery it had enjoyed for a hundred years. The ground was littered with the remains of the two armies fighting each other, the city walls were black and mottled from the smoke of artillery fire, the streets in the city were in ruins, smoke billowed in the windy and snowy weather, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and burning.

By this time the army had already withdrawn from the city, and the streets, having returned to peace, were so quiet that one could clearly hear the dripping of ice and snow melted by the fire.

Suddenly, there was movement beneath the two dead and wounded bodies. A large figure struggled to crawl out. Zhou Chunfeng, dressed in ordinary soldier's uniform, looked disheveled, his hair disheveled, his forehead and face stained with blood, his lips dry and white. He seemed to be hanging on by a thread, but his eyes were unwaveringly resolute.

He struggled to survive, climbed to a hidden corner, sat up with his back against the wall, gasped for breath, gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the arrow from his leg.

hiss~!

Blood instantly spurted onto his face like a fountain. He clenched his teeth, his already pale face now turning ashen blue, and veins on his neck bulged.

Zhou Chunfeng tore off half a piece of cloth from a dead body beside him and bandaged the wound tightly. This simple action took him a lot of effort. He also had a knife wound on his waist, and any movement would almost cost him his life.

After bandaging the wound, he leaned against the wall for a long time, exhausted, and took out the medicine prepared by his wife from his clothes.

The golden gun medicine and painkillers have been used up, and there is only one bottle of heart pills left, but there is not much left.

Zhou Chunfeng poured out a pill and swallowed it raw to recover his strength as quickly as possible. He still needed to catch up with the main force, as Jinling City had been occupied by the enemy.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chunfeng couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

The military strength of Daqing is really ridiculous. No wonder my daughter-in-law guessed that Daqing might be in decline. Years of peace have made the royal family not pay attention to military strength. How can they fight this tough battle by temporarily conscripting people?

During these days, Zhou Chunfeng had been secretly observing the enemy forces. This time, in addition to the internal disputes within the Wang family that had led to the chaotic fighting among the princes, there was also a relatively weak rebel army.

He had learned that the rebels were working for the Xiao family, the current prime minister of Daqing. It was no wonder that Daqing was in decline when a prime minister secretly organized a group of rebels.

Throughout the dynasties, even the most treacherous ministers and treacherous officials have made contributions to the people, possessing means, strategies, and the support of the people. If the rebels were not so weak, Zhou Chunfeng would have chosen to join the rebels when the battle was about to begin.

Zhou Chunfeng naturally couldn't predict which of the warlords would ultimately triumph, but the Daqing royal army was bound to be defeated. Thinking of this, Zhou Chunfeng opened his eyes again, as if making a decision, and reached out to remove his Qing soldier uniform and the crude armor he wore for protection.

Looking around, he quickly found a soldier from the Huai Wang army among the corpses. Zhou Chunfeng gritted his teeth, leaned against the wall, and stood up. He stumbled slowly among the corpses, took off the soldier's uniform, and put it on himself.

At least at this moment, the Huai Wang army is relatively strong!

"Chi~"

Zhou Chunfeng had just put on his armor when a low sneer came from behind him. He couldn't help but frown, quickly picked up the long sword on the ground and turned to look.

I unexpectedly discovered that a dying Huai soldier had appeared in the corner of the wall.

The other party saw everything he had just done. Zhou Chunfeng lowered his gaze, dragged his injured leg and stumbled to the other party, pointing the long knife at his neck.

The Huai Army was not afraid at all. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and there was even a hint of ridicule on his face.

Seeing that Zhou Chunfeng's knife against his neck did not move, he couldn't help but laugh: "Why, you don't want to kill me, aren't you afraid that I will tell others what I saw?"

Traitors were despised by the world. After all, only opportunists, those with bad intentions, and those who cowardly and greedy for life would betray their masters. If they could rebel once, they would rebel again. They had no loyalty at all.

Zhou Chunfeng is weak now, but he is not blind and can see the other party's contemptuous attitude.

Looking at the other party like this, even if he is well again, he still can't beat him.

Perhaps it was the contempt in the other person's eyes that stimulated Zhou Chunfeng's rebellious nature.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, put away his long knife, took out the bottle of medicine from his arms, and threw it at the other person.

"Eat it, and no matter what you see, I will take your life someday!"

Zhou Chunfeng's abnormal behavior made Huai Jun look surprised. He had just seen this man take the medicine in the bottle with his own eyes and knew it was a life-saving medicine.

Without thinking, Huai Bing poured out the last heart pill from the bottle, put it into his mouth and swallowed it dry.

Zhou Chunfeng sneered, thinking that he was a loyal man who was not afraid of death.

The Huai soldier was not blind either, and of course he could see the disdain in Zhou Chunfeng's eyes. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly, and thought of something. He took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and threw it to Zhou Chunfeng.

"Here, golden gun medicine!"

Zhou Chunfeng reached out to take it, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at the injuries on Huai Bing's body again.

Zhou Chunfeng took the medicine, returned to the corner and sat down, undressed, and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound on his waist that had not yet scabbed.

hiss~

The piercing pain made Zhou Chunfeng grit his teeth and close his eyes.

The Huai soldier beside him glanced at him indifferently and said, "You are not from the elite soldiers of Daqing, but you are conscripted into the army?"

Zhou Chunfeng slowed down, without turning his head, and answered softly while adjusting his clothes.

"Heh~, what a coincidence." Huai Bing smiled, and when Zhou Chunfeng looked over, he added, "Me neither."

Zhou Chunfeng: ...

He naturally knew that the other party was not one of them. How could the foreign kings and princes have the power to conscript people?

"Hey, I'm the second child in my family, what about you?" Although Huai Bing was seriously injured, it was not difficult to see that he was a chatterbox.

Zhou Chunfeng untied the bandage on his leg and sprinkled the powder on the wound as well. He pursed his lips and relaxed for a while. Thinking of the teasing he had just received, he couldn't help but glance at him.

"What a coincidence!" Zhou Chunfeng smiled meaningfully, "I'm the eldest."

Huai Bing: ...