The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

The Ba people are the barbarians who invaded the border of Dachu in Mo Yan's dream. Since the beginning of September, the temperature in the Ba people's territory has dropped sharply, and then it has been covered by a heavy snow that has not been seen in fifty years. Countless cattle and sheep have frozen to death.

In order to resolve the internal turmoil caused by the snowstorm, just half a month ago, the king of the Ba people summoned eighteen tribes and sent 80,000 troops to attack Shanhai City on the border of Dachu. Fortunately, the generals in charge of Shanhai City were well prepared under Xiao Ruiyuan's reminder and withstood the fierce attacks of the Ba people one after another.

It's just that the Ba people are physically strong and can fight well. In addition, there are 30,000 more people than the defenders of the border city. The defense of Shanhai City is very difficult. The imperial court has dispatched nearby troops to Shanhai City for reinforcements, and the war is at a stalemate.

At this time, the main hall of the Mo family was quiet. Although the war took place at the border, a long way from the capital, and the capital was not affected by the war, the thought of many people dying and many innocent people being displaced made everyone feel very depressed.

Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Xiaohua also stopped playing, put the noisy little fur ball on her back, and lay quietly at Mo Yan's feet.

Mo Qingze looked at the pitch-black night outside with a heavy gaze and said to Mo Yan: "Our shop will open the day after tomorrow. If you can, just make it as simple as hanging a string of firecrackers."

"Yes." Mo Yan nodded in agreement. She had no intention of making a big deal.

If it is a big event, guests must be treated, and people who have good friendships in the village must follow the courtesy. However, my family moved into a new house this year, and I have already held banquets, so I am really embarrassed to do so. But now that war has broken out, and it is at the feet of the emperor, many people must be worried, and it will be eye-catching if it is too lively.

"Dad, will bad guys come to Liuyang Village?" Zhen'er held her father's hand tightly, her eyes showing panic.

The experience of fleeing last year left a deep impression on Zhen'er. In his mind, fighting means being displaced, not even having enough to eat, and being caught and eaten. One such painful experience is enough. He didn't want to run for his life again.

Mo Qingze smiled gently and held his youngest son on his knees: "No, our Dachu soldiers are very brave and will not let bad guys come in. Zhen'er, don't be afraid."

"Yes!" Zhen'er nodded fiercely and lay in his father's arms, feeling more at ease.

After hearing this, the other little guys also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Just don't call me, just don't call me!

Listening to the cold wind whistling outside the house, Li Zhong sighed pitifully: "It's freezing cold today. I don't know how miserable those affected civilians will be. It will be even harder than when we fled before."

But no, they escaped. Although they didn't have enough to eat, they couldn't freeze in the summer. It's so cold now, and those innocent people are cold, hungry, and more likely to get sick, but it's much more difficult than it was back then.

Thinking of the suffering people at the border, everyone fell silent again.

Mo Yan carefully recalled the scene in the dream. At that time, the Ba people did not invade the capital, but Shanhai City was captured. They also quickly captured several other nearby cities, burning and looting along the way, and countless people died.

It didn't take long for the capital city, which was less than 800 miles away from Shanhai City, to have an influx of displaced ordinary people. The weather was so cold that many people froze to death on the road alone. The only difference now is that the moldy grain issue has been resolved and no longer harms the soldiers guarding the border. If the war starts like this, it won't be a complete defeat like in the dream. Perhaps, this war will not be as tragic as in the dream.