"What the hell is going on?" Jia Lian asked nervously as he looked at the snowflakes falling in the gray sky, and his clenched fists were covered with burns and red scars, "Why is this happening?"

"The eldest young master," Ying Rong, who ran over from the corridor carefully but quickly, gasped with a fine bead of sweat on her forehead, "The people below have already hidden, and the people in the house are now in the house except for those who go out to do errands!"

"Well," Jia Lian's heart warmed up slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen your father?"

"No," Ying Rong finally relieved herself and replied, "The master is not in the mansion, but with the master's ability, it must not be a big problem!"

"In the storeroom, I remember that my father once left a batch of protective gear, which must be able to cope with this heavy snowfall, you go and get it, and the guards will pick out twenty of them who are agile," Jia Lian looked at the snow that was originally called a grand scene with an expressionless face, "We have to go and see the situation in the village!"

"The eldest young master?" Ying Rong shouted a little anxiously, "This snow is very weird, what the problem is now, why should the young master risk his life? ”

"It's impossible to hide behind my father's back for the rest of my life and enjoy it," Jia Lian shook his head and vetoed, "As the eldest son of Jiafu, I have my own responsibilities, at this time, people are panicking, someone must come out to stabilize people's hearts!"

"Yes," Ying Rong barely suppressed the panic in her heart, replied, turned around and hurriedly left to prepare, the eldest young master has her own responsibilities, she also has her own responsibilities, this trip must be foolproof!

"Hurry up," Qingshu shouted in a hoarse voice with a thick linen coat on his head, "Hurry up in the back, don't worry about things, hide first!"

The villagers behind him are all wrapped up in the bare skin on their bodies with things one by one, running with their heads covered, this is a road into the village, the surrounding is very empty, the only building is the glass shed under the front, and it is also their only place of refuge at this time.

Qingshu carried a four- or five-year-old child under his armpit, and a small one on his back, leading all the way to the greenhouse, the first to enter the greenhouse, there were villagers who had long been hiding in it and hurriedly helped to take the child away, and several women hurriedly handed Qingshu clear water to clean the wound made by the snowflakes, if the residue on the wound was not cleaned off as soon as possible, it would continue to corrode the wound, and what was left behind was not a piece of red and swollen, but a blood hole of a cautious person, and the bones of Bai Shengsheng could be seen deeply.

"The big butler," the villagers on the side asked with some tears, "What is this, what is this, is God really not giving us a way to live?"

Qingshu looked at the large red, swollen and festering wound on the other party's face and shoulder, and pursed his lips, "What are you afraid of, it's a knife in the sky, and the days have to be the same, the more God doesn't want us to live, the more we have to live, it didn't want to kill us in the early years, but now, the life in the village is getting better and better, and I think it's just this idea!"

"That's it," the old man on the side said with a smile while letting his wife smear the medicine on his body, "I'm afraid of what it does, this thief wants to take away our family's life early in the morning, but as a result, when I met Master Jia, he didn't leave us behind, he lived a good life with good food and drink, and added a few more people!

"It's just what to be afraid of," Aunt Wang laughed loudly while coaxing the doll in her arms to sleep, "My life would have been registered with the king of Hades early in the morning, if it weren't for Master Jia's ability, I'm afraid I would have reported it a long time ago, live for so many years, eat and drink, it's enough!"

"Haha, it's not," Aunt Liu on the side laughed, "I didn't have such a nourishing life before, and I really don't know what it's like to be hungry when I arrive in the village!"

People said a few words, you and I interjected the bridge one by one, and after a while, the original tense and panicked atmosphere was dispersed, and the heavy snow outside was still blowing, covering the traces left by people just now in the blink of an eye, but Qingshu's heart has never been so calm, "As long as the master is there, the people are there, and the hearts of the people are there, the sky is falling, what is there to be afraid of?" he said in his heart.