in2ebook Chapter 262 Window Decoration
Chapter 262 Window Decoration
"Dad, Mom, your daughter has avenged you."
Having avenged her great hatred, Shen Cuiyun turned around with tears in her eyes, clasped her blood-stained hands in front of her chest, and looked up at the night sky.
The hatred that had been suppressed deep in my heart was finally released today.
"Cuiyun, it's okay. It's all over."
Seeing his wife like this, Chen Changfan hugged Shen Cuiyun with heartache and comforted her softly.
Leaving everyone behind to take stock of the battlefield, Chen Changfan took his wife back to rest.
At this time, what women need most is a man's arms.
Although Chen Changfan is busy with many things, he must never be absent when it is time to accompany his wife and daughter.
What have you been working so hard for?
At first it was to support his wife and daughter, then it was to live a better life. Now that his great revenge has been achieved, he has personally resolved the natural disaster crisis and the big and small bandit problems in Qingshan County.
He could go back and have a good sleep now, even if it was for three days and three nights, and no one would dare to say a word against him.
……
The next day.
Chen Changfan got up early. With all the good deeds done to him, he seemed to feel much better than before.
This indescribable feeling was very strange, as if there was a mysterious force protecting him in secret, making him refreshed and clear-headed, and he had fewer evil thoughts than before.
While slurping his soup, he listened to Yuan Lang's endless report. There were so many numbers and they were so complicated that he was too lazy to remember them.
"How do you deal with those bandit captives?"
"According to custom, they were all killed."
According to the custom of Xiaofeng Village, bandits must be questioned before being dealt with, and anyone with a life on his hands will be killed.
If the crime is not punishable by death, one can consider his special skills and decide whether to dig coal or shovel feces. In short, it is not a good job, but at least he can survive.
It was obvious that none of the bandits of the Wushen Cult were clean, so it would be easier to kill them all.
"Sir, Zhengqing Mountain is a poor and barren place. Is it still necessary for us to stay there?"
Yuan Lang asked at the right time.
"This damn place is too gloomy. Just leave one sentry post and transport the rest of the supplies away."
"Yes, my lord!"
……
The rising sun shines on the mottled city walls of Qingshan County, adding a bit of warmth to the bitterly cold winter.
The sounds of carriages and horses gradually increased, and the people spontaneously stood on both sides of the street, looking at this majestic team.
The wooden shafts of more than thirty ox carts carved deep marks in the snow, and the carts were all loaded with supplies.
Yuan Lang held up the newly copied account book, his voice filled with uncontrollable joy: "Sir, the corn alone has reached tens of thousands of pounds, and the frozen meat is piled higher than the Zuixian Tower!"
Chen Changfan's fingertips brushed across the grain bag. The coarse linen was still stained with the cinnabar seal of the Wushen Cult.
Two little boys with pigtails on their backs ran madly after the grain cart, their red, frozen feet stepping on the snow, but they didn't feel the cold at all.
"Gold, silver and other items have been transported to Xiaofeng Village. It's truly worthy of being a cult. There are a full 30 taels of silver."
Yuan Lang patted the shiny pile of firewood on the oxcart and said, "These damn guys actually cut down all the mountain pines - just smell the fragrance of pine resin, it's enough to keep the people in the county warm for a whole winter."
Chen Changfan sat on Zhuifeng's back without saying a word, his eyes calmly scanning the streets.
I still remember the first time I came to Qingshan County, it was still a prosperous scene.
Only a few months passed, and everything became depressed and the population dwindled.
thump!
The man with tangled hair like a chicken coop knelt down, bowed his hands from afar, and said excitedly: "Master Chen, every word you say is true. The government has fallen, but you have wiped out all the bandits in the county. I kowtow to you!"
Boom!
Suddenly, there was the crisp sound of a pottery jar hitting the ground beside the road.
The old woman in the patched jacket trembled as she held out half a bowl of eggs, with straw still clinging to the eggshells. "Master Chen, keep them for now. The chickens in my yard are the most willing to lay eggs..."
A woman with rosy cheeks leaned over and presented a pair of brand new cloth shoes with both hands, saying respectfully, "Master Chen, you saved the people of Qingshan County from dire straits. This is a small token of our gratitude..."
thump!
thump!
The people knelt down one after another. Some of them muttered words of gratitude, while others looked at the figure sitting on the horse blankly, their eyes full of gratitude.
Chen Changfan said nothing, but just kept urging Zhuifeng to go faster.
In the twilight, smoke suddenly rose from Shiweizhai.
The kitchen was cooking rice porridge in ten iron pots, and the aroma woke up the dormant winter birds.
The gong sounded, and Fang Chang, who had a loud voice, shouted at the top of his voice:
"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we're opening our warehouses to give out porridge! Come quickly, everyone!"
Soon, a long line formed in front of the deserted Shiweizhai.
The pale and skinny people held broken pots and bowls in their hands, looking forward to it.
There seemed to be a long-lost glow in their long-numbed expressions.
"Thank you! Thank you! Master Chen is such a kind man!"
"Master Chen, are you interested in taking a concubine? My daughter is young..."
"Ahem, I'm willing to work with Master Chen, as long as I have food!"
After the villagers ate the hot porridge, their conversations became more lively.
A bowl of porridge is not enough to fill you up, but it is enough to keep them going for a while in the harsh winter.
With food in their stomachs, they had more energy and went out to collect firewood or paper their windows.
If we can provide porridge continuously, even for just three days, we can pull many people back from the brink of death.
Sometimes, human vitality is stronger than that of weeds.
After providing porridge to thousands of people, Chen Changfan actually felt that he had become much more energetic.
This is probably a good deed, which has brought him some subtle benefits.
He sat on the second floor of Shiweizhai, looking down at the long line, his gaze gradually moving into the distance.
Zhuifeng was tied to a stone pillar, surrounded by many people.
The eighty-year-old man was leading his grandchildren in kowtow, and the crooked marks in the snow looked very much like children's handwriting.
They didn't know where to find their benefactor, they only knew that this was their horse, so it was not unreasonable for them to kowtow to it and express their gratitude.
Chen Changfan had excellent eyesight and saw a little boy holding a bunch of dead wild chrysanthemums and stuffing them into his stirrup. The flower stems were tied with red paper talismans cut by his mother.
Chen Changfan waved and called Aunt Liu over. "I remember the Wushen Cult has a lot of red paper for sacrifices. Go find a few skilled women and come over..."
He called Tang Shao again and gave him a blueprint.
As dusk deepened, the long line finally reached the end.
All the people in the city patted their stomachs contentedly and prepared to go home.
Crackling!
There was a sudden loud noise, startling the returning crows so much that they fluttered and flew away, their wings sweeping up the falling snow powder.
People watched the red firecrackers explode, and a special pleasant smell filled the air, and they felt inexplicably happy.
"A year has passed with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu."
When the last ray of sunlight sank into the valley, bright red window grilles were pasted on the doors and windows of many houses.
spring.