Chapter Fifteen: Misfortune Strikes

The next morning, Chen Shulan and Li Tianhe prepared a large pot of rice porridge and several steamers of white buns, waking the entire family for breakfast.

Halfway through their meal, the sound of gongs echoed through the village.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

“The village head announces: in fifteen minutes, each household in Qingyuan Village must send one person to gather under the great banyan tree at the village entrance for a meeting!”

Su Jinyu hurriedly opened the door and saw Yang Lizheng’s eldest son, Yang Laoda, carrying a bronze gong. Before she could call out, he had already disappeared into the crowd.

No one knew what urgent matter could prompt Yang Lizheng’s son to rouse the whole village so early.

Remembering that the back mountain was quite a distance from the village entrance, she quickly finished her bowl of porridge and rushed out toward the village gate. “You all keep eating; I’m going to see what’s happening at the gate.”

“Jinyu! Slow down! Let Uncle come with you!” Li Tianhe anxiously grabbed two buns and chased after his niece.

The Li family worried that Su Jinyu might be mistreated if she went alone, especially since the old Su family was still in the village, making them even more uneasy.

Wang Qiaohui instructed her two grandsons, “Zhean, Chuxiu, you two go with your sister!”

She herself wanted to go as well, but after dealing with the old Su family yesterday, she woke this morning with aches in her back and arms, unable to lift them. Age was catching up; she was no longer as spry as in her youth.

By the time Su Jinyu and the others arrived at the village entrance, Yang Lizheng’s family was already there, and other villagers were gradually gathering, many carrying bowls and walking slowly.

“Those not yet here, hurry over!” Yang Lizheng’s face was stern. Though nearly sixty, his voice remained strong and commanding.

The villagers who had been leisurely strolling and chatting quickly assembled.

After a while, Yang Lizheng’s second son, holding the village population register, went door to door to verify the numbers.

All twenty-five households were finally present, along with several respected elders.

Though it was just past dawn, most people were yawning, some hadn’t even eaten breakfast and had come hungry to attend the meeting.

“Yang Lizheng’s authority only grows with age. In the past, meetings never started this early, let alone dragging people from their beds at dawn.”

“Indeed, my mother cooked wild vegetable porridge, and I hadn’t even taken a sip when Yang’s eldest called me over. Now my stomach’s growling like crazy!”

“Every meeting drags on for an hour over some trivial matter. Now, at dawn, he’s already keeping us here. Mark my words, today he’ll be talking until the sun is high!”

“If there’s nothing important, Yang Lizheng, I’m going back to dig wild vegetables!”

Yang Tianxiang looked at the lazy crowd and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Disaster had truly arrived. Could these people endure it?

Clearing his throat, he solemnly called out, “Fellow villagers of Qingyuan, please quiet down!”

“Yang Lizheng, what’s the matter? Speak quickly—I want to get back and catch some more sleep!” Zhao Ergou plopped down on a stone, crossing his legs and lazily calling out.

Known as the village loafer, he was infamous for petty thefts and teasing girls from neighboring villages.

Yang Lizheng shot him a glare but ignored him, beginning to speak.

“Just past the early morning hours, Chen Lizheng from Yangliu Village came to me with news. He has a nephew working at the county office who overheard that the enemy forces will soon attack our Zhouxian. The old county magistrate has fled with his family. When the enemy troops arrive at our city gates, we in Zhouxian will have no path but death!”

The previously carefree villagers’ faces instantly drained of color upon hearing this.

Some doubted the news outright, questioning, “Though we’re not far from the border, how could they reach Zhouxian so quickly? Yang Lizheng, are you sure you heard right?”

Yang Laoda angrily retorted, “Why would my father lie? When the people from Yangliu Village told us, our whole family heard it firsthand! That damned enemy is really coming!”

Only then did the villagers grasp the gravity of the disaster; Yang Lizheng wouldn’t fabricate such a story.

Immediately, some villagers were so terrified their knees buckled, blackness clouded their vision, and they collapsed to the ground, wailing.

“My heavens! It’s been peaceful for years, and now war suddenly breaks out! We’ve suffered droughts for three years and barely have food, and now war too? They want us common folk to die!”

“I heard the enemy is ruthless. Anyone who resists gets their heads chopped off or hands and feet cut off! Oh my dear mother, we better pack up and run as far as we can! Those are a band of desperate men, like vengeful ghosts!”

Hearing this, others felt hopeless, as if death was inevitable.

Su Jinyu’s expression grew grave.

She hadn’t expected war to break out just days after her arrival. She had hoped to live peacefully here for a while, but now it was clear she had to leave with her family quickly to avoid disaster.

“Don’t worry, Jinyu. No matter what happens, Uncle is here,” Li Tianhe said quickly, seeing his niece bow her head in worry.

A wave of dread washed over him.

“Luckily, mother made us come early. If we had come a moment later, the enemy might already have been upon us.”

Su Jinyu lifted her head, her face calm and composed. “Uncle, I’m not afraid. I will protect our family and see us through this war.”

Yang Lizheng raised his hand, calling for silence among the noisy crowd.

“We have gathered today, elders and villagers alike, to discuss how to survive this calamity. If anyone has ideas, please speak up so we may consider them together.”

The villagers’ faces were etched with despair, as if resigned to death.

“What else can we do? The enemy’s coming — all we can do is wait to die here!”

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