PFC Chapter 913 Post-War Miscellaneous Matters
Chapter 913 Post-War Miscellaneous Matters
After saying this, he bowed deeply towards Uncle Wu and the villagers.
For the first time, Uncle Wu didn't put on a smiling face in front of him.
Although he hadn't yet tallied the details of tonight's events, he knew that many families in the village had suffered.
Although he was the patriarch of the Sun family, he had no right to forgive the dead.
But he couldn't bring himself to reprimand Bai Song to his face.
After all, the villagers still had to continue living in the village with these soldiers.
Moreover, although the two women Bai Song brought in were the trigger for this incident.
But those refugees had been eyeing their village for a long time.
Even without those two women, it was only a matter of time before the refugees attacked the village.
Furthermore, this time in defending the village, besides Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang contributing the most effort, the soldiers also played a major role.
This time, they held on by a hair's breadth.
But who can guarantee that no more refugees will come later?
Considering the bigger picture, there's nothing he can do.
After a moment of silence, Uncle Wu stepped forward and helped Bai Song up without saying a word.
Bai Song understood what he meant, sighed, and directed his soldiers to continue cleaning up.
By this time, the sky was already beginning to brighten.
Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang had been fighting all night and were now extremely exhausted.
They told Bai Song and Uncle Lao Wu about it, and then went home.
At home, Old Man Zhuang and Sun Yue were tidying up the messed-up house.
They had already tidied up Lu Qingqing's room and saw the two of them return looking exhausted.
He quickly scooped out the warm water from the pot and brought it over to check on them as they washed their hands and feet.
Old Zhuang had originally planned to cook some food for the two of them so they could eat before going to sleep.
But Lu Qingqing was too tired at the moment, so she waved her hand in refusal and went straight back to her room to sleep.
Old Zhuang watched them enter the house and then slowed down his tidying up.
The two worked for more than an hour and finally put back all the things that the refugees had messed up.
However, a lot of Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang's belongings were temporarily stored in Old Man Zhuang's house.
Besides these, the doors to Old Zhuang's house and the gate to his courtyard also need repair.
Old Zhuang asked Sun Yue to make breakfast, while he took a small half-bag of grain and went to the old carpenter's house in the village.
In the past, there were already several people waiting at the old carpenter's house.
Among them were both villagers and soldiers.
Last night, refugees launched a surprise attack, damaging the gates of many houses.
In less severe cases, the door was slashed with many marks.
In more severe cases, the door hinges were deformed from the impact.
The most serious case was like Old Man Zhuang's house, where the entire door was knocked down.
Of course, they were the only ones who came to do the repairs.
After all, in other people's yards where the gates were knocked down, no one in the family survived.
Ahead, the old carpenter was taking notes one by one.
One by one, the people in front of them explained the situation of their own homes.
The old carpenter decides whether to rebuild the door or repair it based on the extent of the damage.
However, he has already used up a lot of his timber this winter.
He tries his best not to make new ones if they can still be repaired.
Soon it was Old Man Zhuang's turn, and he described the situation of the courtyard gate and the house door.
After noting down the situation, the old carpenter planned to make some repairs.
However, I have quite a few orders on hand, so it may take two days before I can go there.
Tell them to find something to cover the hole in the door.
Old Zhuang expressed his understanding of this.
He put down the food he had brought and prepared to leave.
The old carpenter stopped the man and returned the grain.
Old Zhuang wanted to stay longer, but he was firmly refused.
"Old brother, what happened yesterday would have happened if it weren't for your two boys."
At this point, I might already be lying in the ditch.
It's just that I don't have much wood on hand right now, otherwise I would have made a nice door for you and sent it over.
As for this grain, you must take it with you.
If you stay, it would be a slap in my face!
Old Zhuang couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to take the grain back with him.
As they were walking back, they ran into Sun Erhe, who had come out to give the notice.
He waved his arm when he saw Old Man Zhuang from afar.
"Grandpa Zhuang, it's me, Erhe."
Fifth Uncle told us to gather at the ancestral hall; only one person from each family needs to go!
Old Zhuang agreed, and thinking that the ancestral hall was not far from here, he simply carried the grain there.
When he arrived, some villagers were already waiting.
Many of the villagers were injured and had their wounds bandaged.
In fact, at a glance, the majority of those who are injured are the ones who are injured.
As soon as Old Man Zhuang arrived, the villagers all came over to greet him.
"Uncle Zhuang, you're here. Come, come, sit here."
"Grandpa Zhuang, come here. It's sheltered from the wind and warm."
As soon as Old Man Zhuang sat down, the man next to him asked a question.
"How are Brother Lu and Brother Qin? Are they alright?"
Old Man Zhuang shook his head.
"No, they were both exhausted last night."
He went back home and went straight to bed without even eating.
The man nodded.
"We really need to get some rest. Last night, thanks to those two young men, we probably wouldn't have been able to hold our village."
Immediately, someone nearby chimed in, and Old Man Zhuang chatted with them for a while.
During this time, villagers came to the ancestral hall one after another.
About fifteen minutes later, Uncle Wu also arrived.
He had just come from the place behind the ancestral hall where the corpses were kept, and now the sadness on his face was impossible to hide.
In just a short time, more than half of the villagers have been gone.
I don't know how much longer the remaining people can hold on.
But he had been the clan chief for many years, and no matter how pessimistic he was, he still had to keep going.
He stood on the stage, looking down.
After checking each family's information and making sure everyone was present, he cleared his throat.
Once the crowd quieted down, he took out a booklet.
"Let me tell you what happened last night."
Yesterday, eleven households had their gates broken down and people broke into their homes.
None of the family members survived.
In addition, thirteen men were killed while resisting the refugees.
Our village suffered heavy losses.
I know everyone is feeling very upset.
But those of us who are left still have to grit our teeth and keep living.
His voice choked with emotion as he spoke.
Thinking of the corpses behind them, he changed the subject.
"At this time, the dead are still placed behind the ancestral hall."
We are all from the same village, and most of us share the same ancestor.
Since there were no survivors in the family, we have to help them with their burial.
I figured that with only two days left until the Lunar New Year, we shouldn't make any more trouble.
We will bury him at noon today.
Regardless of gender or age, everyone is buried in the ancestral graveyard.
What do you all think?
After Uncle Wu said that, no one else objected.
Actually, children who haven't grown up are not allowed to enter the ancestral graveyard.
But given the current situation, no one will stand up and speak out.
Seeing that no one objected, Uncle Wu made the decision.
"Okay, then it's settled."
In addition, some items were found from the refugees this time.
We absolutely must not touch those dried human flesh.
But I'm thinking of distributing those silver coins and jewelry to those who were injured fighting the refugees yesterday.
In addition, there were 500 catties of grain given by Bai Song.
I'm thinking of distributing this grain according to the number of people.
Each adult receives one portion, and children under ten years old receive half a portion.
Finally, even those families who had no survivors left behind some food, firewood, and other items.
The clan will not keep these things anymore.
The grain was distributed according to population size; every extra portion meant a greater chance of survival.
Hearing that they would receive so much, the villagers' initial sadness subsided considerably.
Originally, there were some villagers who had grievances against Bai Song and his group.
After hearing that the grain was to be distributed, they all fell silent.
Nowadays, many families have almost no food left.
It's safe to say that even getting through the New Year is unlikely.
These things, once divided up, should last us for a while longer.
But in this atmosphere, no one dares to show their happiness.