The murder of the Shi family was the first to kill people, and the crime was greater than that of the Huo family, but they were not sure that they would push the murder of Huo Bao; Jia Yuan was just fine, but he had nothing to do with it, so it was hard to say about his character.

In order to avoid future troubles, Huo Wushao had to whisper to Shi Cong: "There are many people and mixed people. In order to prevent the leak of news or being slandered, your sister and these people are best not to go back to Jinling... Now the Baishan Army has occupied Quyang and Lingshui and is besieging Chuzhou, so it is unlikely that peace will be difficult. Marshal Liu, the Baishan Army who occupied Bozhou in the north, is a local big family and has a good reputation. If there is no place to join, you can go here."

Shi Cong looked grateful and bowed.

After all, it was above the official road. Except for Uncle Shi Er's corpse, the other bodies were moved to the roadside and burned.

Shi Cong kept two of five mule carts, one for Miss Shi's master and servant, and one for injured servants; the other three mule carts, one for Uncle Shi's mule cart, carried the remains of Uncle Shi's second, and the other two for dowry were entrusted to Jia Yuan to take them back to Jinling.

When they were about to say goodbye, Jia Yuan reminded: "Brother Shi, it involves human life and money. If you don't understand the message, it's better to write a letter."

Shi Cong nodded and agreed.

Without any pen and ink, Shi Congzi pulled out a piece of white silk from the dowry, pulled it off two feet, bit his fingers, and wrote two handwritten letters.

"One letter to my eldest brother, and one letter to my mother."

Jia Yuan took it and put it away.

Shi Cong thanked Huo Bao again, Huo Wu and his son, hugged the others again, and then took his entourage north.

There were three mule carts, and the driver needed three people to drive the cart, and the others were squeezed and sat down.

After walking for more than twenty miles, when they saw the county town, everyone got off the official road and found a secluded place.

A bandit soldier fled in front of him, and everyone dared not drive the car into the county town. Everyone didn't show up just now, but the car was placed here.

Huo Wu took out two silver ingots and asked Jia Yuan to take a few young people to the county town to buy mule carts and food.

Jia Yuan did not check in, so he ordered his nephew and took a few young people into the city.

Next to the mule cart, only the elderly, weak, women and children are left.

Jia Daishan hung his head and stopped whining.

Just now, Huo Bao showed his power, and he felt that he was powerful and envious and admired him very much. But when he was burning the corpse, he understood what the fear of life and death is. On the battlefield, in addition to being majestic, there is also life and death.

Huo Bao was hungry and weak in all limbs, and couldn't help but think of his uncle again.

"Dad, do you have any news about your uncle?"

"Uncle? Which uncle?"

"The one who came to my house seven years ago and pulled half a truck of food!"

"That's your third uncle. I took you to eat roasted sparrows that year and became a monk at Dongshan Temple!"

Um?
Chapter completed!