The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

Old Zhuang sat for a while, and after learning that Sun Erhe did not have a fever, he got up, said goodbye, and left.

The atmosphere in the room was too oppressive; just sitting there made me feel uncomfortable.

Even after returning to his small house, Old Man Zhuang was still feeling unwell.

Even in that situation, he didn't offer to help Sun Erhe's family.

In these war-torn and famine-stricken years, even an old man like him has to rely on Qingqing and the others to keep him going.

Where can we add any more burden to two young people?

But thinking about what had just happened, he still felt suffocated.

So he closed the gate, went to the stable, and started talking to Xiaobai.

Xiao Bai was exhausted half the night and was cold all night, so he's very sleepy now.

Unfortunately, this clueless human kept nagging on and on.

Its big head bobbed with sleepiness, but it just couldn't fall asleep.

Xiao Bai was so annoyed that he finally turned his back to Old Man Zhuang.

Even so, it did not interrupt Old Zhuang's enthusiasm for telling his story.

He didn't leave until he had said everything that was on his mind and felt relieved.

Inside the stable, Little White heard the door close and finally closed his eyes in relief.

A few days later, Lu Qingqing and the others were practicing boxing in the courtyard.

After practicing for some time, Old Man Zhuang and Sun Yue were able to perform a set of boxing techniques very well.

By the time they finished the third round, everyone was sweating.

As Old Man Zhuang walked into the house, he called out to the remaining three people.

"Qingya, Xiaolang, Xiaoyue, hurry inside, don't let your eyes get in the way."

It's really strange, because it was snowing and getting colder a few days ago.

It hasn't snowed for quite some time now.

And, I feel like I'm not so cold anymore!

Sun Yue wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, showing her approval.

"That's right. These days when I get up at night to add charcoal to the stables, I don't feel so cold anymore."

Lu Qingqing looked at the exposed tiles on the roof and was also thinking about this.

It hasn't snowed since we came back from the mountains.

It's been almost half a month now.

I don't know if they've adapted to the current temperature or if the temperature has actually warmed up a bit.

It's definitely not as cold when I go out recently.

But if you count the seasons, winter has already arrived.

The snow has stopped, which is a good thing so far.

I just hope they don't cause any more trouble.

It can only be said that you can't just set a goal lightly.

Not long after they returned to the house, they heard urgent gong sounds coming from the village entrance to the east.

The rhythm of that gong is dangerous.

Lu Qingqing and the others quickly put on their shoes, grabbed their weapons, and headed out the door, heading straight for the east side of the village.

From afar, one could see that a number of villagers were already standing at the lookout tower at the east end of the village.

The villagers were clearly afraid, glancing back every now and then.

Upon seeing Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang arrive, some acquaintances immediately ran over to inform them.

"Brother Lu, this is bad. About two hundred people have arrived at the village entrance."

Many of them were wearing clothes with the character "兵" (soldier) on them.

I observed that most of them were carrying knives.

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingqing's heart tightened.

The fighting ability of armed soldiers is indeed different from that of villagers.

Moreover, the number of villagers was far fewer than the number of soldiers.

If a real fight breaks out, I'm afraid there's little chance of winning.

Thinking about all the things prepared in the yard, and then thinking about the freezing cold outside.

Lu Qingqing decided to observe the situation first.

If they really want to take it, then let's give it a shot.

Just as I was thinking this, they arrived right in front of me.

Lu Qingqing glanced around at the group of soldiers and already had a guess in her mind.

At this moment, Uncle Wu arrived in a hurry, being helped by someone.

Seeing the soldiers' uniforms on the people in front of him, he was so frightened that he gave a deep salute.

"Sir, I am an elder of the Sun family in Fushan Town."

The leading soldier looked Uncle Wu up and down.

Then, the gaze shifted to the villagers following behind him.

At first glance, they looked like honest, ordinary villagers.

Although they carried weapons such as machetes and hoes, they didn't seem to have much of a deterrent effect.

At that moment, he shouted back.

"Old Wang, you said this village is wealthy."

"Someone has hoarded both grain and coal. Which family is being referred to?"

Behind the soldier, a disheveled-looking man jogged over.

His gaze swept across the crowd, then he pointed to Lu Qingqing and Manager Wu at the back of the group.

"Brother Bai, that's the short guy with the bow and arrow."

And then there was the man behind them, wearing a thick, bluish-gray cotton-padded coat, with shifty, beady eyes.

Bai Ge only caught a glimpse of half of Lu Qingqing's head and a small section of her composite bow peeking out from between the crowd.

But these bows and arrows are clearly different from the ones they usually use.

Just as he was examining the bow and arrow, Qin Lang, who stood out from the crowd, caught his attention.

Goodness, this guy's height is truly rare.

Judging from his physique and shoulders, he seems to be a trained martial artist.

This kid is no ordinary person; if he could join their team, he would be a formidable general.

Within moments, Brother Bai had the idea of ​​recruiting Qin Lang into his ranks.

Lu Qingqing was unaware that Brother Bai was trying to poach someone from her.

She heard the person in front of her say she was short, so she stood on tiptoe to look ahead.

When he saw the person's face clearly, his expression became somewhat serious.

This man was none other than Master Wang, the runaway merchant leader!

Some of the villagers also recognized Master Wang.

Sun Chengkun whispered this to his fifth uncle, who immediately sensed something was wrong.

This Master Wang has a blood feud with them.

Now that they've brought this group of officers and soldiers here, it doesn't seem like a good thing at all.

He silently stepped back a few steps, pondering how he could help the villagers survive.

Behind the crowd, Lu Qingqing quietly took out her bow and arrow, searching for a suitable position to attack.

Qin Lang glanced around and whispered his instructions.

"When I say 'run,' you all follow me into that courtyard over there."

Old Zhuang and Sun Yue nodded nervously, holding the knives in their hands.

Just as the villagers were on high alert, the man leading the group opposite them smiled and said:

"Grandpas, are you nervous?"

I, Bai Song, am not a bad person. My brothers and I are soldiers guarding Hai'an County.

"It wasn't because the city was breached by barbarians that we brothers had no choice but to come out and find a way to survive."