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After enduring such prolonged torment and hardship, everyone was utterly exhausted and desperately needed a good sleep to regain their strength. Time flew by, and after only about two hours of rest, the sky began to lighten.
Faint rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, gently waking the slumbering group. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and slowly made their way out of their rooms. At that moment, a bright red sun was rising slowly from the distant east, its golden light gradually spreading across the land, illuminating every face. A soft breeze brushed against their cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness and tranquility, as if in that moment, the flame of hope had quietly ignited, warming each person's heart.
Once it was light outside, Lin Feng noticed that everyone's complexion had improved significantly. He instructed them to prepare breakfast, planning to take everyone down the mountain after they ate. Lin Feng led the group back to the village.
Upon returning to Old Zhang's home, he found that everyone in the village had gathered there! They were all anxiously milling about in the courtyard, having not slept a wink all night. When they saw Lin Feng return with several others behind him, Old Zhang and the villagers hurried forward.
Lin Feng smiled and reassured them, "Don't worry! The bandits have been dealt with."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the afternoon, Lin Feng called everyone together to prepare for a trip to Shanzhai to retrieve everything from there. Fortunately, Shanzhai was not too far from the village, and they quickly reached their destination. However, upon entering Shanzhai, they were all stunned by the sight before them.
The village was littered with bodies in disarray; the stench of blood filled the air, making one want to gag. Lin Feng had shown no mercy to these bandits last night; he had struck decisively and ruthlessly, nearly wiping out all of Shanzhai's bandits.
At that moment, Shanzhai resembled a ghost town, filled with silence and terror. Lin Feng walked with steady and powerful strides toward the place designated for storing gold and grain. He surveyed his surroundings with determined and sharp eyes before turning to address his companions: "Now, everyone start carefully counting everything in here."
As the warehouse doors slowly creaked open, a collective gasp escaped everyone's lips at the sight within. The gold was stored in numerous boxes. When the lids were lifted, dazzling golden light and silver shimmer pierced their eyes painfully. The gold was piled high as if it might overflow from the boxes. The villagers stared wide-eyed with mouths agape, their faces a mix of shock and joy.
"So much Jin Yin, is this real?" someone murmured.
Lin Feng smiled and said, "Thank you all for bringing these back. Take as much as you can—food, horses, pots, and pans."
"Young Master Lin, there are chopped green onions in the kitchen too!" a woman exclaimed excitedly.
"Take it all!"
With that, the villagers sprang into action. The men lifted boxes filled with Jin Yin, while the women and children helped carry smaller treasures.
Everyone was bustling about, their faces beaming with happiness. Under Lin Feng's leadership, a long line of villagers moved like a golden dragon winding its way back to the village.
Laughter and cheerful voices filled the air as they made their way home.
Upon reaching the village, Lin Feng directed everyone to place the Jin Yin in an open area.
Looking at the mountain of wealth before them, the villagers cheered with joy. They understood that from this moment on, their village would prosper; they would no longer suffer from poverty and hunger. The children could go to school and learn to read, while the elders could enjoy their twilight years in peace. All of this was thanks to Lin Feng, the great hero who had brought them hope.
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