Wei and Jin cooks

The group of people quickened their pace, and after walking for less than two-quarters of an hour, they saw houses. This should be a small town. The houses were scattered scattered at first, but as they went up the terrain, they could see streaks of smoke rising from cooking stoves. Obviously, this was a small town. It's a big village.

Several families living at the entrance of the village heard the commotion and looked out. They were startled when they saw so many people and horses. They immediately slammed the door shut and hid in the house.

Zhao Hanzhang heard a bang and followed the sound, and saw a young man dodging people and tumbling out of a yard. He ran towards the village while avoiding their sight.

Seeing this, Zhao Hanzhang raised his hand to stop everyone. After looking around, he pointed to the wilderness and said: "Station here tonight, Uncle Qianli, restrain everyone and not enter the village to harass the villagers."

Her eyes fell on the refugees following them, and she said to Uncle Cheng: "Give them some steamed buns and tell them that if they want to follow us, they must abide by the rules. If anyone commits murder or theft, I will stop them." Treat them as rebels."

Uncle Cheng agreed, took out the grain bag, thought about it, and took half of it.

Zhao Hanzhang helped Wang off the horse and found a stone for her to sit on. "Auntie, do you have anything valuable on you?"

Wang: "..."

She subconsciously touched the hairpin on her head, looked at her daughter, nodded her forehead, and cursed in a low voice: "You are really a debt collector."

She took it off and gave it to her, and whispered: "So many of our family's belongings have been robbed, and I can't even eat. How can you be so blind and generous?"

Zhao Hanzhang smiled flatteringly at her.

Mrs. Wang looked worried, "I don't know if Mr. Ji has returned to Runan safely with your dowry. If... then what we have on us now is the only property of the family. Don't be lavish."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Don't worry, grandma, I know what's going on."

Zhao Hanzhang rummaged through the only box, but couldn't find anything good. He could only wrap the hairpin with a handkerchief to make it look more valuable.

Fu Tinghan saw it, reached out to take off the hairpin, and untied the jade pendant from his waist and gave it to her, "This is more useful."

Zhao Hanzhang took it, saw the words on the jade pendant, returned it, shook his head and said: "No, this jade pendant is too good, it has your last name on it, it should be carved for you by an elder in your family."

Fu Tinghan insisted and handed it to her, "Take it, you want to exchange for food, how can you do it without enough sincerity?"

Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while and took it, "I will redeem it for you later."

Fu Tinghan smiled.

Zhao Dian took people out to find the water source, brought the water back, and found some firewood. The people in the village finally arrived under the leadership of the young man who reported the news.

The villagers all carried sticks and hoes and kitchen knives, but they did not dare to get very close. When they saw that they were stationed at the entrance of the village and did not enter the village, they immediately stopped and hid the sticks and kitchen knives behind their backs.

An old man and a middle-aged man walking at the front paused for a moment, then turned around and asked the villagers to stop. They walked forward hand in hand, bowed to Uncle Cheng, and said, "I wonder which of the distinguished guests is the master. ?”

When he asked this question, the two of them looked directly at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan looked directly at Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang stood up, greeted him with a smile, and bowed first, "Sorry to bother you, father-in-law."

Uncle Cheng immediately said: "This is my girl, she is the one who makes the decision in the team."

The old man was slightly surprised, but he did not dare to underestimate Zhao Hanzhang. He saw the coffin being protected by everyone, and asked: "I don't know what to call the girl, who is she, where did she come from, and where is she going?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "Sanniang comes from the Zhao family in Runan. She comes from Luoyang. Her grandfather passed away, so she has to carry the coffin back to her hometown. She passes by the precious land and disturbs my father-in-law and the villagers. Please forgive me for disturbing me."

The old man was startled and couldn't help but look at the coffin again.

Not everyone can use the word "薨".

Except for the queen mother and princes in the palace, only powerful generals and nobles are qualified to use this term.

"I don't know who the ancestor is. Since we have met him, we should also pay homage to him."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "My ancestors went to Uncle Cai to write the order."

The old man was startled and tears immediately came out, "It's actually Uncle Zhao."

He immediately pulled the middle-aged man forward and knelt down. Zhao Hanzhang hurriedly helped the man up, "I'll wait for you, old man."

The old man said with tears: "Uncle Zhao deserves this gift. The war disaster in Yong'an year affected us. Our villages were raided again and again. We almost couldn't survive. It was Uncle Zhao who came to restrain us." Those soldiers who were looting everywhere, we didn't leave our hometown, we all remember this kindness, but we didn't expect that our benefactor would..."

He cried and asked, "When did my benefactor go?"

Zhao Hanzhang sighed: "Eight days ago."

The old man looked at them and then at the coffin. How could he let Zhao Changyu's coffin be left outside to frost?

So he immediately had someone set up a shed in his yard to place the coffin.

He took Zhao Hanzhang and asked him to go home as a guest.

Zhao Hanzhang quickly refused, "We are only staying for one night and there is really no need to build a memorial shed."

"If our benefactor is allowed to sleep rough in our village, how can we live in this world?"

After Zhao Hanzhang heard this, he could only follow them into the village.

Fu Tinghan followed her with a blank expression and entered the village with everyone.

The people in the village changed their previous defensiveness and hostility and received them warmly.

The funeral shed was quickly erected, and Zhao Changyu's coffin was carried in. Waves of mourners came from the village, crying hoarsely and with tears streaming down their faces, which was more real than Zhao Hanzhang's biological granddaughter.

Zhao Hanzhang stared blankly.

The old man also went up and cried, and then came to entertain them with red eyes. He looked curiously at Fu Tinghan, who had been following Zhao Hanzhang, "This is..."

"Oh, this is the fiancé my grandfather has chosen for me. He is also the eldest son of the Fu family. I can just call him Dalang Fu."

Mrs. Wang was saddened by the cries of the villagers, so she took her son to cry before her father-in-law's funeral. He almost fainted, and was finally helped by Qing Gu and Ting He to rest.

Zhao Erlang was injured yesterday. After sitting on the horse for a day today, he already had pain in his back and buttocks. He was so sleepy that he almost closed his eyes. He followed his mother into the house in a daze.

The old man had been observing carefully. He sighed when he saw this, and asked his daughter-in-law to ask Zhao Hanzhang to go down and rest. He pulled his son aside to talk, "It should be true. I heard that Uncle Zhao's grandson is as crazy as Emperor Hui." Son, looking at their clothes and conversation, they don’t look like liars.”

The middle-aged man asked: "What do you mean, father?"

"I don't think they will stay long. They are not evil people, so we should treat guests well. I see that their luggage is scattered, and they are followed by a group of refugees. Most of them escaped to avoid disaster. Let's prepare more food. Send them off nicely.”

The old man sighed and said, "Now that I have repaid my kindness, I can avoid disaster."

The middle-aged man responded and bowed down to prepare.

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