After the Fairy Disappeared

Chapter 102: mistook the gangster for the God of Wealth

Chapter 102 Mistakenly mistook the gangster for the God of Wealth

Surrounded by mountains, the emerald lake is like a mirror.

The two-day rain has stopped, and Xianling Village is about to wake up from the morning fog.

Mrs. Zhu got up before dawn, and the man beside her was still snoring like thunder.

It was quiet all around, and she went to the lake to fetch water with a wooden bucket. Xianling Lake is also calm today. Among the weeds on the shore, the mountain peach grass shyly blooms with small pink flowers. The white mist between the water and the sky makes the lake look like a fairyland.

Ms. Zhu was stunned for a while, until a series of bubbles appeared on the nearby lake, then she grabbed the bucket and staggered back.

If other village women are here, they will probably laugh at her for being too weak, and the barrel is only eight points full.

Passing by the Xianling Temple, she occasionally glanced inside, then stopped.

The Xianling Temple is the most exquisite building in the entire Xianling Village. It has white walls and blue tiles, and the brick walls are neatly laid.

At any time, there are only two memorial tablets in the Xianling Temple. But now she saw that one of the tablets was broken.

It was broken into upper and lower parts, and the upper half fell on the altar.

Maybe it was a child's prank. Mrs. Zhu didn't take a closer look, but left with a bucket.

Back home, she hurriedly started the stove to boil water, knead pancakes, and went to the pen behind the house to feed the chickens and pigs.

Then, the two children woke up.

The dolls are still young, one is two years old and the other is four years old. Dressing, putting on shoes, and washing face are all done by her.

When the child cried, the parents-in-law also woke up, came out rubbing their eyes, and told her to make dinner quickly.

She served salted fish pickles, pancakes, and multigrain porridge to the table, and then poured a basin of warm water into the back room to wake the man up: "It's dawn, dad said that today we will harvest the last crop of wheat."

The man grunted twice, very unhappy, and dawdled for more than a quarter of an hour before getting up.

After sending the father and two away, Mrs. Zhu took a breath and sat down leaning against the door.

Grandma came over and threw her two pieces of clothes: "Don't be lazy, mend them."

The child was playing nearby, and while she was mending the second dress, there was a sudden commotion in the village.

Mrs. Zhu didn't pay attention, but after a while, four or five people came to her door and dragged her away without any explanation.

The mother-in-law was terrified, and chased after her to see that several villagers threw their daughter-in-law in front of the Xianling Temple. The village head turned ashen, pointed to the tablet in the ancestral hall and asked her, "Did you do it?"

"What are you doing?" Zhu was at a loss, "I didn't do anything."

"Did you fold it? The tablet was still good last night."

"It has nothing to do with me." Zhu resisted, "Maybe it was a child in the village who did it."

"Old Seven."

When the village head shouted, a thin man stood up beside him: "This morning, I only saw Mrs. Zhu walking in front of the shrine."

Zhu said coldly: "You are here too, maybe you did it."

Lao Qi slapped her across the face.

The village head said: "We want justice when you come back as the head of the family."

After finishing speaking, two villagers locked her in the ancestral hall.

The mother-in-law scolded her for causing trouble outside, and soon left.

That evening, when the farmers who went out to plow returned, there was actually a caravan accompanying them.

This caravan consisted of about thirty or forty people, driving ten carts. The children in the village went up to ask for sweets, but the other party spread their hands, and they didn't have any.

The village head went forward to meet him, and the other leader raised his hand and saw several dozen ingots of silver: "We want to spend the night here tonight, and we will leave early tomorrow morning."

This man is tall and burly, with a rough voice. Looking at him through the blank bricks of the ancestral hall, Mrs. Zhu always felt that he did not match the silk clothes on her body.

The village chief also murmured in his heart, but he felt relieved when he saw Da Yin. The other party has money, what else can they covet?

So the caravan settled down and dispersed to various houses to stay overnight.

With the presence of outsiders, it is not convenient for the village head to deal with the matter of the spiritual seat in the ancestral hall. As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be exposed.

The caravan captain asked him: "I thought the place where Gaozu raised his troops would be very prosperous."

"Those who go out will not come back." The village chief sighed, "They are all white-eyed wolves!"

"This place is nice and peaceful; there are so many people, more than I expected." There are two hundred people in other villages, but this fairy village has more than three hundred people, and the place is also big. The captain smiled and said, "I came all the way, and I saw that the wheat fields have been harvested. You all worked hard today. Are you all back?"

"Yes, rice can be planted in two days." The village chief came to his senses a little later. How do these outsiders know that they have worked extraordinarily hard today? "How do you..."

The caravan captain suddenly blew his whistle, one long and two short.

In the quiet small village, this whistle is especially loud.

The village chief sensed something was wrong and shouted "Come here", but as soon as he uttered the word, the caravan captain knocked him out.

Immediately afterwards, screams and wailing sounded everywhere in the village.

The young and strong men in the village picked up their weapons to resist, but suddenly 200 people emerged from the surrounding bushes and surrounded them. The other party threatened again with the old and weak, and the men put down their farm tools.

After a quarter of an hour, the rioting stopped.

All men, women and children in the village were driven to the open space in front of the village shrine with bare hands, surrounded by two or three hundred people, all holding weapons and stern eyes.

The villagers of Xianling finally realized that they mistakenly welcomed the gangster into the village as the God of Wealth.

The caravan leader was about to speak, when suddenly a red-tailed peregrine flew down from the sky and landed on his shoulder, saying: "There are officers and soldiers coming here from the southwest, three or four hundred people, fifteen miles away."

The gangsters were shocked, but the villagers were overjoyed.

The officers and soldiers are here, are they saved?

Some gangsters said: "General, the pursuers are here!"

"If you are chasing soldiers, why did they come from the southwest?" The captain frowned and asked the red-tailed peregrine, "Are you sure they are officers and soldiers?"

"They are officers and soldiers, but their uniforms are different from those we fought at Woling Pass. They wear blue armor on their shoulders." Red-tailed Peregrine Falcon also added, "By the way, there are female relatives in that team!"

The captain's expression was determined, and he even laughed: "Why did the chasing soldiers bring their female relatives?"

The subordinates are still worried: "They are coming here, what should I do?"

The captain sneered: "They have people, and we have people too. What are you afraid of? We can't let them do bad things, first find someone to report to the town."

A confidant came up to whisper a few words, and he nodded: "This is a good idea."

Then he gave an order to the villagers:

"If there is no child under the age of eleven in the family, come out."

Everyone hesitated, not daring to step forward.

The captain smiled and said, "The ones who don't come out will be unlucky."

So the villagers came out in a large group.

The captain asked these people to walk to the water's edge, and then he raised the knife and cut off the head of the nearest person.

"Kill clean!"

The villagers screamed, and some fought hard.

But there are women, children, old and weak in the team, so where are the opponents of the wolf-like bandits?

This is a one-sided massacre.

When the last person's cry for help ceased, the lake was stained red with blood.