"Tatar?" Guo Huiniang covered her mouth in surprise.
Lin Changshu solemnly nodded, "Normally, Tatars only move in winter, but this year, they emerged early. In the past, they only raided border villages, but this year, they even reached Feng City, which is unusual. People are guessing whether the two countries are going to war."
"A war?" Tears welled up in Guo Huiniang's eyes.
Lin Zige went pale, "Brother, you and Brother Dayou aren't going to war, are you?"
"Don't scare them. These are just village rumors. We don't even know what's going on yet. Maybe the Tatars are just trying to disturb the peace." The old man furrowed his brow and reprimanded Lin Changshu.
"Yeah, it's just speculation. You don't need to worry." Wu Dayou came over to comfort Lin Zige and the others.
"No war." Lin Yanzhi showed a frightened expression in his eyes.
"No war." Guo Huiniang held him tighter.