There is no shortage of food on the way to escape famine, and Miss Luck is busy farming

During the chaos, Yun Ya was tightly protected in her arms by her mother. She did not see how fierce the fighting was around her, nor did she see the bloody scene where Qiao Ran killed several refugees.

Or after her mother was injured, she poked her head out of her mother's arms.

I just happened to see the scene where Sister Ran flew over like a god and broke the legs of two villagers from Chenjia Village who were trying to escape with two sticks. I admired Sister Ran for being so powerful.

A small seed was planted in the little girl's heart. She must become a powerful person like Sister Ran in the future, learn martial arts, fight bad guys, and protect her family.

Qiao Ran didn't know that the little girl in front of her had become her first fangirl in this dynasty. When she heard the little girl's words, she smiled back to show encouragement.

Aunt Liu said sheepishly: "Ranran, this is just the consultation fee, but your pills should also be made with money, right? I can't take your pills in vain!"

With that said, she took the money bag from her husband's hand, opened the bag containing all the money in the family, picked up the only piece of broken silver that was three or four pounds in weight, and stuffed it into Qiao Ran's hand.

Qiao Ran looked inside her money bag and saw that apart from this broken piece of silver, there were only dozens of copper plates left in it.

Presumably, this piece of broken silver was obtained after turning it over to the bandit's village in the mountains. How could Qiao Ran bear to accept it?
  "It's really no need, Aunt Liu! I picked all the medicinal materials from the mountains myself. I didn't spend any money. If you insist and thank me, then give me a handful of fried chestnuts. I like to eat that."

When Aunt Liu heard that Qiao Ran liked fried chestnuts, she quickly asked her man to bring over a small bag of roasted chestnuts and stuffed the bag directly into Qiao Ran's hand.

"Then you take all these. You have a large family, so you probably won't be able to get a lot of chestnuts. Two of my boys went up to the tree and picked a lot. There are still more than half a bag of unfried chestnuts. You can eat the fried ones. It's not enough. I'll fry it and give it to you."

Qiao Ran saw that the small cloth bag had more than a handful of fried chestnuts, it contained more than ten kilograms.

It must have been fried on the mountain and prepared to be taken on the road for the children to eat when they were hungry.

She only reached down and grabbed two handfuls, and said with a smile: "These two handfuls are enough for me, thank you Aunt Liu! I'll go back first, and I'll come back tomorrow to see if you need an injection."

Aunt Liu and her man thanked her gratefully and wanted to give her the money as well.

Qiao Ran dodged, waved her hand holding the chestnut, turned around and left.

The people of Qingshui Village had just cleaned up the chaotic camp, and all the injured people had been placed, preparing to move to another place to camp.

At this time, another group of people came to their camp.

Chen Lizheng came again with two village chiefs and more than twenty villagers.

Seeing these people cleaning up the Qingshui Village camp for a while, but it was still a bit chaotic, with flour sprinkled all over the ground, a smile flashed in Chen Lizheng's eyes, and he couldn't restrain the gloating on his face.

Seeing the old village chief, Chen Lizheng immediately adjusted his expression, with a worried look on his face, and asked with concern:
  "Old Zhao, are you okay? I heard earlier that your village was robbed by other refugees, and the fighting was fierce! Are many people injured? Is it serious?"

"Well, I'm just saying, we should go together. There are only a few hundred people in your village, and there are more than a hundred strong men. How can it be worth the hundreds or thousands of refugees?"

"Come with us. There are at least two to three thousand people in our four villages. Who dares to challenge us? Aren't we quite safe along the way?" The old village chief had clearly seen Chen Li's face just now. The unconcealable schadenfreude.

Although his face was full of concern at the moment, his eyes kept glancing at the large puddle of cornmeal on the ground, and quietly looking toward the three carriages in their village.

It's clear what Chen Lizheng's intentions are.

The old village chief still waved his hands and said: "Li Zheng, we still said that since we decided to separate at the beginning, there is no need to get back together now. Since you were so ruthless at the beginning, then we have nothing to say, we I don’t want to be blackmailed again.”

After a pause, he added: "Li Zheng, you came just in time. I have something I want to see you for."

When Chen Lizheng heard the old guy's refusal again, his expression became a little stiff.

When I heard him say that he had something to do with me, I guessed what was going on, and immediately said with a straight face:
  "Old Zhao, you are really stubborn! You have already learned such a big lesson, how long will you continue to be stubborn? Do you not care about the lives of hundreds of people in your Qingshui Village? You have to ask at least one question I want to ask you guys, would you like to go with our three villages?"

"Don't say I didn't remind you. I heard from the refugees who were driven away by you that they have seen that your village has a lot of food. Now everyone knows that your village is the richest among all the fleeing teams. Maybe Next time there will be more people coming to grab it. Then don’t regret not coming with us to help each other.”

Seeing that he wanted to change the topic, the old village chief calmly brought the topic back.

"Li Zheng, we'll talk about the rest later. Now I have two people I want to show you and see if you recognize them."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and several men from Qingshui Village dragged two people to the front of the village chiefs.

When the two people saw the village chief of their village and their family members who came with them, they shouted excitedly:

"Uncle Li Zheng, help me! Please seek justice. Both of our legs were broken by people from Qingshui Village! We won't give up until they pay hundreds of taels!"

Seeing the two people being dragged by their arms like dead dogs, the dozen or so people who followed Chen Lizheng and the others immediately couldn't hold back and tried to grab them.

Several women rushed forward, crying and howling.

"Thousand-Knife Killer, who caused my son to become like this?"

"You are so cruel! What outrageous thing did my husband-in-law do to beat him like this?"

"You pay for my brother-in-law's legs! You cruel villains, why do you want to do this cruel thing due to any grudges? We won't comply unless you pay a few hundred taels!"

When Chen Lizheng and the others saw that these two people were beaten like this, their faces were extremely ugly.

Chen Lizheng pointed at the old village chief and said angrily: "Old Zhaotou, did you let the people of Chenjia Village be beaten like this? After all, we were fellow villagers in the next village, and we escaped together for so long, helping each other along the way. Supporters, how could you be so cruel as to beat someone like this? Who is so cruel?"

The old village chief snorted: "Then tell me, why are these two people here in the middle of the night? Why did they take advantage of the situation and rob our Qingshui Village of food? Helping each other is to help us when we are attacked and robbed by refugees. When you are fishing in troubled waters, do you want to attack our people and steal our food?"