Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 51 Fox Village Comes to Surrender 1

The golden sunshine is shining, and the fields are full of busy figures. Autumn sowing has officially begun.

The farmer throws the rice seedlings and the farmer's wife catches them.

The younger children pull up the seedlings while the older children plant them.

The hat is a cap and the raincoat is armor.

The rain wet my shoulders from head to toe.

Call him to have breakfast and rest for a while,

He bowed his head and said nothing.

The vines have not yet taken root and have not yet been planted.

Take care of the geese and ducklings.

This poem comes from Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Rice Planting Song"

"Line up and don't run around, otherwise your food will be halved." Yi Liu, who had just come out of seclusion, was in high spirits. He led the silver wolf cubs who were lined up and marching on the mountain path towards the village gate.

Although they are wolf cubs, they are fat and strong, more than one meter tall and more than two meters long, with flowing silver hair and extremely handsome appearance.

"Haha, Sixth Uncle, are you going to take the Silver Wolf Guard to go fishing?" a provocative woman asked cheerfully.

"Yes, their appetite is getting bigger and bigger. If they don't catch fish to eat, they will starve." Yiliu responded happily.

It was like this every time he took the silver wolves out. The silver wolf cubs were really so handsome.

The sound of rapid horse hooves was heard, and it was the lost bear riding towards them.

Seeing this, Yiliu asked loudly: "Little Bear, what happened?"

"Sixth Uncle, the refugees from Fox Village came here for refuge, and their situation is very miserable." Yibao replied as he rode away on his horse.

"Fox Village?" Yiliu muttered and couldn't help but sigh.

Last time, the fox fairy of Fox Village was chased to the river bank. The older generation had predicted that Fox Village could not withstand the ghost calamity, and now it has come true.

I just hope the casualties aren’t too great, but hope is still hope.

"What a sin." The woman sighed and quickened her pace. She had to help resettle the refugees later.

When Yiliu had settled the wolves, he hurried downstream to check on the villagers who had come to the fox village.

When he saw the refugees from Fox Village, he was stunned.

Thousands of women and children in tattered clothes boarded boats to cross the river under the protection of the wounded three-tailed fox and hundreds of young militiamen. Their situation was very miserable, and there was not even a strong man among them.

It goes without saying that all the strong men died in battle to cover the retreat of women and children.

As for the elderly, they are undoubtedly the first human wall.

"Chief, there are thousands of people in Fox Village, and they only have these few left?" Yiliu looked at the old chief with a heavy face and asked.

"Yes." The old patriarch nodded and said solemnly, "The Fox Village was breached ten days ago. The strong men and brave men died in the battle to protect the women and children. Only the hundred kids and the fox fairy were left to escort the women and children to escape here."

"How could this happen, how could this happen..." Yiliu murmured to himself, unable to accept it for a moment.

Not only Yiliu found it difficult to accept, but all the Forgotten villagers who were related to Fox Village by marriage found it difficult to accept for a while.

The nearby villages all maintain intermarriage to avoid single men, so all the villagers are related by marriage, but they seldom visit each other.

The "woooo" crying sound is inevitable.

The women of Forgotten Village, whether they were related by marriage or not, could not help but feel sad when they saw the miserable plight of the refugees in Fox Village.

"Chirp" The wounded three-tailed fox ran to the old patriarch and called out.

The old patriarch naturally didn't understand, but he could guess that the three-tailed fox was looking for Shang Liangshan.

So he said, "Let's go to the Forgotten Temple. We will take care of the people of Fox Village."

"Chirp" the three-tailed fox nodded and followed the old patriarch to the mountain village.

Yifeng is responsible for the resettlement of the villagers in Huzhai, and those who have in-laws are arranged to live in their in-laws' homes in the village.

Those who had no in-laws were arranged to live in the open space near the village wall, and they naturally lived in huts built with animal skins.

After the old patriarch entered the village, considering the three-tailed fox's injuries, he took it to find Wangmu first and treat its wounds, as its injuries could not be delayed any longer.

The three-tailed fox also knew its own situation, so it was not in a hurry to visit the temple spirits.

As a result, the three-tailed fox fell asleep as soon as he relaxed.

Wang Mu, who was treating the wound of the three-tailed fox, whispered to the old patriarch: "The fox fairy lost too much blood and was exhausted. It was relying on its last breath to hold on and not faint."

"Now that I'm relaxed, I can't hold on any longer. I may have to sleep for a few days before I wake up."

The old patriarch sighed and said, "Wangmu, you take care of the fox fairy. We can deal with other things after it wakes up. I will organize people to cook. Those poor kids are starving."

"Yeah." Wangmu nodded and continued to apply medicine to the three-tailed fox.

On the river bank, Yifeng and others looked at the thousands of women and children with dazed eyes after landing, as well as the hundreds of young militiamen who were fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing stained leather armor, holding long swords and with tough eyes.

"Oh" they couldn't help but sigh.

Sighing is sighing, but comfort and reassurance are the most important things.

The elders were responsible for comforting the women and children, while Yibao and his men were responsible for comforting hundreds of young militiamen.

Of course, the aunts are the main force in comforting people.

It didn't take long for the efficient Forgotten Village to settle thousands of people. The difficulty lay in the fact that there was no one in charge in the Fox Village, making effective communication difficult.

Just when the old patriarch and Yifeng were in trouble, a voice sounded in their ears.

"Old patriarch, elders, my name is Hu Ying, and I'm the grandson of the patriarch of Fox Village." A big boy about fourteen years old with a dirty face and a firm gaze, accompanied by two sixteen-year-old militiamen, walked towards the old patriarch, Yifeng and others.

"Are you the old fox's grandson?" Yi Tu looked at the fox shadow and confirmed.

"Yeah," Fox Shadow nodded, his eyes red.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, child." The old patriarch stepped forward to comfort, but his tone was a little stiff due to his lack of experience.

"I won't cry. Grandpa said that men shed blood, not tears." Fox Shadow wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said stubbornly.

"Good boy." The old patriarch patted Fox Shadow's shoulder lovingly.

"Old Patriarch, my grandfather said that when the Fox Village surrenders to the Forgotten Township, no matter how many people survive, they must follow the rules, change their surnames and integrate into the Forgotten Township. Please, old patriarch and the elders, take them in." Fox Shadow was about to kneel down, but was supported by the old patriarch.

"Xiaoying, we can talk about this after your fox fairy wakes up. Go eat first, wash up, and have a good rest."

"Okay." Fox Shadow nodded heavily and walked towards the temporary canteen with two militiamen.

He came here to express his attitude and to fight for the opportunity for his people to integrate into the Forgotten Land.

The villages in the Shiwan Mountains are all very xenophobic, and temporary shelter does not mean acceptance.

This is indeed the case. If it weren't for Shang Liangshan, the old patriarch and his men would really be unwilling to take in refugees and disrupt the peaceful life in Forgotten Township.

As night fell, Shang Liangshan showed up and the old patriarch told him about the refugees from Fox Village coming to surrender.

In this regard, Shang Liangshan let the old patriarch make his own decision, but he was interested in the three-tailed fox.

So the two of them walked together towards Wangmu's residence.

Soon, he saw the three-tailed fox lying on the bed, covered in blood and falling into a deep sleep.

Shang Liangshan couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward, put his hand on the fox's head, and slowly injected spiritual energy into it to heal its wounds.