The next morning, when he woke up, Hou Xuanyan, who was sore all over, moved his muscles and bones. After doing a few simple stretches, he came outside the door.

Eight hundred village soldiers and young young people who joined one after another, totaling more than 1,000 gathered at the county government office. Yang Shu had already returned to the bamboo forest with Hou Dongzeng's head. Time flies, so he can only go alone.

After Hou Xuanyan gave a few instructions, he scattered all over the city of Jiading. Everyone picked up the iron tools and beat drums and drums. He brought over less than a thousand surviving people in the city.

Two thousand people, except for eight hundred village soldiers, are mostly young people. When the city was broken, these slick children were the easiest to hide and save their lives. They were the most active and active age, but now they all looked dull and had no eyes.

The two young men walked slowly with an old man, helped him to a stone pier, and sat down. Everyone around them made way. This was the old man Wu Chenbei from Jiading City. The old man was born in a family of gentry who had lived for generations and enjoyed wealth all his life. He also provided food to provide disaster relief whenever he was famine. On weekdays, he built bridges and roads in the county and was kind and generous.

Everyone in all villages respects Mr. Wu's character, and most of these people recognize him.

Hou Dongzeng and Mr. Wu had a deep friendship, and Hou Xuanyan was even more a frequent visitor to the Wu family. He didn't dare to neglect at the moment, so he hurried over.

When they met again after the disaster, the old man seemed very excited. He trembled and stretched out his well-maintained palm, and Hou Xuanyan hurriedly held it.

"Xuanyan, we recommend your father to lead everyone to fight against the Qing Dynasty. Your father died for his country, leaving you with the only one. Now there are only these people in the city. You must continue your father's will and take us to protect your hometown. Let these Qing soldiers know that our Jiading people will not surrender even if they die, let alone shave their heads!"

Hou Xuanyan complained secretly, and just wanted to mobilize everyone to evacuate this place and flee south, when such a respected pro-war faction came out.

It’s not that Hou Xuanyan doesn’t want to fight, but if any team of 2,000 people is not necessarily able to withstand these two thousand people. Just leaning on the broken walls and ruins of Jiading is like a mantis armed mantis chariot.

If you want to leave a way out for these surviving people, you must first convince the old man. Hou Xuanyan took a breath and said slowly: "Uncle Wu, we were still 100,000 soldiers in the village at the beginning, but now there are only a few young people left!"

Mr. Wu's face changed, he pulled out his hand, stared at him and shouted, "Are you going to abandon the city? Are you going to abandon the city? Your father sacrificed his life to defend the city, and I will fight against your father. I will kill you an unfilial son for him! I tell you that abandoning the city is a sacred and forgetting one's ancestors, and it is a great sin, and your father will not let you go."

Although the old man was old, his hands were quite strong. Hou Xuanyan jumped up in pain and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, please listen to my explanation."

The old man stubbornly stubbornly. Although Hou Xuanyan respected his integrity, he had no time to waste time with him now.

"Uncle Wu! Do you think this small town of Jiading can be kept? Only a few of us are left in Jiading. If we die, there will be few who will visit us in the future. Who remembers that this place is our hometown? If we have land and people lose people, people and land will be lost. If people lose land and land will be lost, people and land will be preserved!"

Sure enough, the slogan of evacuating Yan'an was easy to use. The old man looked painful, but his tone was loose and asked, "What do you mean, can we come back?"

"I promise, I will bring you all back!"

Gong Laosan leaned close to Mr. Wu's ear and brought Hou Xuanyan back to life. When he saw the King of the East, he said it. Mr. Wu's face suddenly changed and he said, "Okay, okay, as long as I can come back, my old bones are not a fool."

It turned out that Lao Wu knew that Jiading could not be defended, but the deteriorating situation made these gentry who were eager to the Ming Dynasty repeatedly disappointed and even despair. What he thought in his heart was just a sacrifice for the country...

What a respectable old man.

Mr. Wu, who had figured it out, stood up and said tragically: "I, the old man, have been delayed. It's really damn. Without further ado, you all go back and clean up and set off quickly."

Hou Xuanyan was overjoyed. As long as Mr. Wu spoke, his appeal in Jiading was incomparable to others. As expected, as soon as he spoke, those who were hesitant in the past rushed back to pack up.

"Xuanyan, bring a few strong young people and come with me."

Hou Xuanyan thought he was going to clean up his family and said intimately that there were nearly a thousand people in the Wu family's huge family business, and it seemed that they were almost killed. He was about to escape, but there was not even a single one to clean up. When he turned around, he saw Xu Yuanbao and Hong Yizhuo leaning on the big drum at the entrance of the yamen, he waved and called them to help.

After a few people arrived at the Wu Mansion, Mr. Wu took everyone to the backyard, deep in front of a rockery in the courtyard.

The mountain was covered with vines. Old Wu knocked on it a few times, and the huge rock slowly fell into it. It turned out that there were two forged wooden doors, which were made into the shape of stones, and were not discovered under the cover of the vines.

"No matter where you escape, if you want to place thousands of our fellow villagers, you will inevitably have to make some money. This is a little money passed down by generations of us. You can take it all."

The three of them rushed into the cave and saw golden light, all of which were pearls, jade, gold and silver. The wealthy people were hidden in the people. After generations of people, the jewelry was full of dazzling and fascinating.

Hou Xuanyan was overjoyed and did not notice that Mr. Wu slowly walked to the pool in the courtyard alone.

"Hou Xuanyan! Remember what you said, take them and call them back." After saying that, he turned over and fell into the pool.

When Hou Xuanyan heard the shouting, he felt something was wrong. When he ran out and saw it, he was immediately upset.

"Save people quickly!"

All three of them were good at water, so they jumped into the pond to catch people up. But the old man was old after all, and he could no longer survive if he was choked by the water.

The family has a good reputation, the family is prosperous, and the family is full of descendants. In the blink of an eye, it will be empty. How can a white head resist the loneliness after such prosperity?

"Go back and find a few trustworthy ones and bring a car together."

Xu Yuanbao agreed and jumped out with a whoosh. He couldn't stand the depression here. This newly dying old man reminded him of his family too easily, which was a pain he could not bear.

Hong Yizhuo sat aside, muttering a word: "At that time, the Heavenly Lord of Suffering Suffering is everywhere in the ten directions. He often uses his power to save all sentient beings, and he will be free from the lost path. All sentient beings are unaware of it. They are blindly seeing the sun and the moon. I am too insignificant, and I am boundless to pull out my neck..."

This is a common scripture for Taoist rituals to practice rituals. The little Taoist priest Hong Yizhuo does not have the qualifications to do rituals alone.
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