Sure enough, his father-in-law asked Feng Yichen to come over to monitor him, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of Feng Shaojin's lips, and his eyes became colder and colder.

The scorching smell of burning corpses mixed with the smell of rotting corpses, He Jingshu covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, she couldn't take it anymore, hugged Feng Shaojin's arm, and retched...

Seeing this, Feng Shaojin raised his hand and grabbed the woman in his arms, and threw it onto Feng Yichen's horse, with a cold voice: "Jingshu can't take it anymore, take her back!"

The person was thrown over just like that, Feng Yichen didn't dare not pick it up, but he didn't dare to take him back, he got off his horse in fright, hugged He Jingshu, took out a sachet from his arms and handed it to her: "Take this , smelling this smell, I will feel better."

He Jingshu didn't want to go back either, so she quickly hugged Feng Yichen's sachet, and put it under her nose, a scent of mint mixed with herbs hit her nostrils, and the churning in her stomach finally felt better.

Feng Shaojin got off his horse and walked to the tiankeng, looking at the burning corpses inside, he ordered the guards to continue throwing the corpses from the mountain into the sea of ​​flames in an orderly manner.

He also ordered people to start digging up the mountain range connected to Snake Mountain. After the corpses were cleaned up, at night, a big fire ignited Snake Mountain, burning all the trees, withered grass, and snakes and rats on the mountain.

Later, people at the bottom of Snake Mountain said that Young Master Feng personally led a large team to dig out the sinkhole overnight, burned the corpses, and sent people to invite monks from the temple to save the ghosts of the dead.

The raging fire lasted for three days and three nights before it was slowly extinguished. The fire spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Standing at the foot of the mountain and listening quietly, you could even hear the screams of the rats fleeing and dying in the sea of ​​fire. Voice.



On the way back, Feng Shaojin rode a horse alone, sent Mo Lingyuan and Chu Yunyao out of Snake Mountain, and said in a low voice, "I heard that Mrs. Mo wants to buy food from the He family to help the people?"

Chu Yunyao nodded.

Feng Shaojin said indifferently: "Nowadays, there is a shortage of food. Even if there is food, no one is willing to sell it. The young lady should think of other ways. What's more, I heard that a group of guards from the He family died in the hands of Young Master Mo yesterday. , Master He was furious...

Not to mention buying at a low price, even if you buy it at a price that is several times higher than in the world, it is impossible for the He family to sell you food. "

Chu Yunyao asked puzzledly: "As the person in power in the south, do you mean to watch these people suffer?"

Feng Shaojin was noncommittal: "When the water is clear, there will be no fish. There are some things that cannot be achieved by suppressing them with power. When the plague was rampant, the Feng family called people to donate money and goods. The second son of the palace came here. He was just ordered to bring a batch of medicine.

The army was in turmoil, and the artillery fire was raging, which made the people's livelihood difficult. The Feng family ordered people to build so many shelters and porridge sheds within a week, which can be regarded as a basic guarantee for these sick and homeless. "

Feng Shaojin stopped his horse: "Thank you, Young Master Mo and Mrs. Mo for everything you have done for the people in the south. I sent it here. Go slowly!"

Seeing the backs of the two of them galloping away, Feng Yichen rode over, wondering, "Brother, why did Chu Yunyao discuss with you during the whole process, and Mo Lingyuan didn't even let go?

Does he look down on our Feng family, disdain to talk to you, or let his mother-in-law dictate?

Since he is useless at all, why did you follow him? To make up the number of people or to be popular? "