Shen Yijia looked at the old, weak, women, and children in the crowd. Many of them were people she had never seen or interacted with.
Frowning, she turned to the Saber Tyrant. “What are you doing here?”
“After we came down from Mount Putuo, we went all the way south. We originally stayed at Mount Funiu outside town.”
“But isn’t it too cold? I just wanted to find a village to spend the winter,” the Saber King answered honestly.
Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows. She knew that her beautiful husband was the smartest.
“Then why did you catch them? Are you going to kill them?”
The Saber Tyrant scratched his head. “We don’t have much to eat. We have to snatch some food.”
Shen Yijia held her forehead. These people probably had nothing to eat at home now.
“We can share some things, as long as you let us go.” As expected of the village chief, Song Tiegen immediately mentioned a solution to the problem.
Shen Yijia raised her chin. “Do you think it’s feasible?”
“Alright, but we have to stay in this ancestral hall,” the Saber Tyrant said. It was impossible for the Saber Tyrant to get all the food in the village, so he might as well take a step back.
In any case, these people wouldn’t be able to report it to the authorities.
Besides, he was not afraid of anyone who was fearless enough to go after them. Who would care about this issue now? The bandit group was planning to leave after the harsh winter anyway.
Since both parties had agreed, Shen Yijia did not care about the rest. She left along with Song Jingchen and An Xiu’er.
Shen Yijia could not bear to take off her cloak for An Xiu’er. In the end, she took off the scarf around Furball and gave it to her.
After all, she was also afraid of the cold. An Xiu’er’s collar was only slightly torn, so it wasn’t cold after she wrapped the scarf around her neck.
After watching An Xiu’er return home, the two of them didn’t go in.
As soon as they returned to their courtyard, they saw a figure curled up at the door of their house. When he saw them, he immediately rushed over. “Are my father and the others alright?”
“Why are you asking? I didn’t make a promise to save them,” Shen Yijia said.
Fu Bao immediately started crying.
“Do you want to go home now or tomorrow?” Song Jingchen asked.
It was already so late. He wanted Shen Yijia to rest. He really didn’t want her to waste any more time on these unimportant people.
“Can I go home now?” Fu Bao’s eyes lit up as he looked carefully at Song Jingchen.
For some reason, he felt that this uncle was even more terrifying than the demon Shen Yijia.
Song Jingchen didn’t answer him and called Furball over. “Little Furball, send him back.”
Furball thought, “Why me again?”
In the end, Furball couldn’t escape his fate of being ordered around by this family.
Fu Bao sat on the sled while Shen Yijia tied a rope to it. Furball bit the rope and was about to drag the kid away.
Fu Bao suddenly walked back and stammered, “I know who caused the little sister to fall into the water.”
Shen Yijia was still trying to figure out who he was talking about. Song Jingchen’s gaze froze and he said coldly, “Who is it?”
“It’s my uncle. I saw him throw a pebble at her leg. That’s why she fell.”
It turned out that Song Maolin had gone out alone that day. Fu Bao thought that he had gone out to steal food, so he secretly followed behind him.
In the end, he followed Song Maolin to the end of the village and met Brother Hao and the other two who were about to set off to the river.
With that, Fu Bao ran back and sat down.
Song Jingchen didn’t speak again until Fu Bao left the courtyard.
“Husband, do you want to…” Shen Yijia regretted not killing Song Maolin that day.
Song Jingchen shook his head. “Let’s go back and rest first. Perhaps that person will die even without us lifting a finger.”
