Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 287 Opening Ceremony of the Store Is Booming (1)_1

The Bai people, also the barbarian tribe that invaded the borders of Great Chu in Mo Yan’s dream visions. Since the start of September, temperatures in the Bai people’s territory had plummeted, followed by a massive snow disaster not seen for fifty years, covering most of their lands and resulting in countless cattle and sheep freeze to death.

To address the internal unrest brought by the snow disaster, just half a month ago, the king of the Bai people convened eighteen tribes and dispatched eighty thousand troops to launch a full-scale attack on Great Chu’s Shan Hai City, which bordered their lands. Fortunately, the commanding officer stationed in Shan Hai City was well-prepared thanks to Xiao Ruiyuan’s warning, and he had managed to repel wave after wave of fierce attacks from the Bai people.

However, the Bai people were physically strong and skilled in warfare, and with a force that outnumbered the city’s defenders by a full thirty thousand, the defense of Shan Hai City was extremely arduous. The Court had already dispatched additional troops from nearby to support Shan Hai City, resulting in a deadlock in the battle for the time being.

At this moment, the main hall of the Mo Family was quiet. Although the great battle took place at the frontier, far from Jing City and the city itself remained unaffected by the war, the mere thought that many people would die in the conflict and numerous innocent civilians would be displaced heavily dampened everyone’s spirits.

Sensing the grim atmosphere, Little Flower also ceased her frolicking, nudged the relentlessly bustling Little Fur Ball onto her back, and lay quietly by Mo Yan’s feet. freёweɓnovel.com

Mo Qingze, with a heavy gaze looking into the pitch-black night outside, said to Mo Yan, "The day after tomorrow, our family’s shop will open. Let’s keep it simple; just hanging a string of firecrackers will do."

"Mhm," Mo Yan nodded in agreement, she had never intended to make a big fuss in the first place.

Throwing a grand opening would entail inviting guests, which would, in turn, require the people in the village they were on good terms with to bring gifts. However, since their family had just moved into a new house this year and had already held a banquet, it really wouldn’t be appropriate to make a big deal of it. Moreover, with the outbreak of war, they were under the Emperor’s watchful eye, and surely many civilians were also feeling apprehensive. Making too much of a commotion would be in bad taste now.

"Daddy, will the bad people come to attack Liu Yang Village?" Zhenzhen clung tightly to her father’s hand, her eyes brimming with fear.

The experience of fleeing for their lives last year had left a profound impression on Zhenzhen. In her mind, war meant being displaced, unable to get enough food, and the horror of potentially being captured and eaten. Having suffered through such a dreadful experience once was enough; she didn’t want to endure the terror of fleeing for their lives again.

Mo Qingze smiled gently and lifted his young son onto his knee, "No, the soldiers of Great Chu are brave and won’t allow the bad people to break through. Don’t be afraid, Zhenzhen."

"Mhm!" Zhenzhen nodded vigorously and leaned into his father’s embrace, finally feeling a bit more at ease.

Upon hearing this, the other children also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the attackers wouldn’t come this way, all was well.

Hearing the wailing cold wind outside, Lizhong let out a compassionate sigh, "With this biting cold, the plight of those common folks affected by the conflict is unimaginable, probably even worse than when we ourselves were fleeing."

Indeed, when they fled for their lives, although they weren’t able to eat their fill, they didn’t freeze in the summer heat. Now, with such cold weather, those innocent people would be both freezing and starving, more prone to illness, and their struggle was far greater than what they had endured.

Imagining the suffering civilians at the frontier, everyone fell into silence once more.

Mo Yan carefully recalled the scenes from her dreams. Indeed, the Bai people had not managed to break into Jing City, but Shan Hai City had been taken. They swiftly conquered several other nearby cities, looting and burning as they went, and countless people died.

Before long, numerous ordinary civilians displaced by the conflict poured into Jing City, less than eight hundred miles from Shan Hai City. The bitter cold claimed many lives on the road. The only difference now was that the moldy grain incident had been resolved and had stopped afflicting the soldiers defending the borders. Thus, the war efforts wouldn’t end in a complete rout as they had in her dreams. Perhaps, the conflict wouldn’t be as devastating as it had been in her visions.