After dealing with the Qing soldiers and traitors in the county government, it was already late. Looking from the broken city wall, the red sun half had already set off.

The county government office was brightly lit, and everyone was crowded together, igniting torches around.

"Ahem, everyone is tired for a day, so I'll tell you to go and have a meal first." Although the property in the city was plundered, there was still food left. The people of Jiading were rich, and Li Chengdong only had three hundred ships with gold, silver and treasures, so he naturally had not had time to transport food. The soldiers who had been hungry for a few days caught fire and cooked porridge to fill their hunger. Some people in the city came to smell the smell and also held bowls of porridge. At this time, Jiading City was unprecedentedly united, and the small grievances of the past had long disappeared, and those who had survived the disaster were even closer than their relatives. It was just because they had no relatives anymore.

Hou Xuanyan covered his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth, without any appetite. The surviving people in Jiading City came out one after another from their hiding places, consciously burning the bodies of fellow villagers. The smoke was filled with the whole city, and there was a strange smell.

Yang Shu was holding a wooden box in his hand, carefully protecting it, and pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

"Master, the master's head has been retrieved."

Hou Xuanyan nodded heavily, took the wooden box and hugged it in his arms.

The Han people valued the peace of mind, but Jiading now has no such conditions. This dilapidated small town cannot be kept. If it is buried in its hometown, Li Chengdong will be brought back in the future and will inevitably exert his anger with his family's grave.

Hou Xuanyan stood up and was about to take Yang Shu to the bamboo forest in the back mountain to bury his father's head in a place where the ashes were sprinkled. He felt that someone was holding his clothes. When he looked back, he found that it was Gong Laosan.

"My uncle, come to the backyard to talk."

Hou Xuan demonstrated that Yang Shu waited for him and followed Gong Laosan to a secluded place.

"Uncle Gong San, have you buried your two uncles?"

Gong Laosan smiled miserably and said: When the city was broken, my two brothers had already committed suicide and jumped into the river to die. Now there are more than a few thousand corpses floating in the river, and I don’t know where they have floated. My family has not had a living, but fortunately, a fire burned the yard and it was completely clean."

Hou Xuanyan's expression moved and asked tentatively: "Uncle San, you burned the Gong Mansion. Could it be that you have the idea of ​​moving your family?"

Gong Laosan glanced at him and said slowly: "You boy don't pretend to be garlic here. If they don't know, I don't believe you can't see it. This place is not a place to stay for a long time. A hundred lives are not enough to die."

After a moment of pause, Gong Laosan chased the dust on the ground with his toes and smiled bitterly: "The whole yard is full of dead bodies. I really don't have the strength to bury them. Please ask someone to help me. The living people have no funeral?" At this point, the crying voice could no longer be concealed. His anger was suppressed by him before, like a torrent that broke through the dam and could no longer be controlled.

"That's my whole family!"

This shrill scream made Hou Xuan's chill straight into his forehead. What a desperate person to make such a sound. The smoke-torn Jiading was filled with people who lost their family tonight. Although Gong Zifang's crying was shrill, such sounds in the city were heard one after another, which did not attract attention.

Gong Laosan cried for a while, and finally forced his tears to stop. He held Hou Xuanyan tightly with his hands and said hurriedly: "Nephew, we are all unhelpful rural villagers. We are counting on us to take revenge and we will never have a chance in our lives. You are different. Your performance this day is all in my eyes. The deep hatred of the 20,000 lives in Jiading City can only be counted on you!"

"Don't worry, even if I sacrifice my life, I will give you an explanation. Uncle San, you are a rare wise person. I will give you a brief explanation. I will take you out of here tomorrow morning."

Gong Laosan had expected it long ago, and there was no expression of surprise. He just asked with a serious expression: "Have you thought about where to go?"

Hou Xuanyan rubbed his palms, secretly caring about the history he knew in his heart, and said, "I heard that in Fuzhou, His Highness the King of Tang has ascended the throne and become emperor. I plan to take my fellow villagers south and join the King of Tang."

"Oh? Is this happening?" Gong Laosan looked surprised. He knew that Zhu Yihai, the King of Lu, had succeeded to the throne and became emperor, if Hou Xuan's speech was true, then wouldn't the Ming Dynasty have two emperors in Jiangnan? As the saying goes, there are no days and no two masters in the country. This is not a trivial matter.

"The King of Lu has already ascended the throne in Shaoxing. We can't walk forward long before we reach the Shaoxing realm. Why do the nephews want to go far and go to the King of Tang?" Even though Hou Xuan's speech was true, Gong Laosan still felt that it was more convenient to join King of Lu.

Hou Xuanyan snorted coldly, thinking that King Lu's name was not justified. Except for Jiangsu and Zhejiang, other territory controlled by the Ming Dynasty only recognized the King of Tang. Besides, King of Tang was Emperor Longwu, which was a rare alternative in the Southern Ming Dynasty. He was not lustful, not wealthy, and wanted to restore the Ming Dynasty with all his passion. When the Qing soldiers attacked the city of Beijing, he wrote a letter to recruit soldiers to help the king. He was scolded and rejected by Emperor Chongzhen. He had already become honest with other princes.

However, the King of Tang was not right. He ignored the national rules of "the vassal kings do not take charge of the troops", recruited soldiers and horses, and led a thousand guards from Nanyang to the north to serve the king. When he arrived in Yuzhou, the governor Yang Shengwu submitted a report, and Emperor Chongzhen ordered him to return. Later, Zhu Youjian did not meet the Qing army, but met Li Zicheng's men and horses in the middle, fought several battles, and each other won and lost. Then he returned to Nanyang.

This annoyed Chongzhen and deposed him as a commoner. Even the title of King Tang was inherited by his younger brother.

But King Lu is different. He is a standard vassal king of the Ming Dynasty, short-sighted and greedy for enjoyment. Just under the eyes of the Qing soldiers, he still has time to spend money on his life. With such a leader, he still doesn’t know when he can take revenge?

With a sneer, Hou Xuan spoke: "King Lu is incompetent and is not the lord of Zhongxing. If you want to take revenge, you have to go to the tent of the King of Tang."

Gong Laosan sighed and said, "Since my nephew has made up his mind, I will follow you to Fuzhou. If we kill the people left by Li Chengdong, he will definitely not be good at placing things, just because he is afraid that some of the people will not be able to leave their hometowns. If you stay here, you will definitely be harmed by Li Chengdong."

Hou Xuanyan was stunned when he heard this and immediately agreed, otherwise there would have been no massacre in history. The Han people valued the most rural complex, and they often would rather die than move out of their hometown, but how could they have good fruits to stay here?
Chapter completed!