I survived the famine by scavenging and supported my family.

A lime bomb thrown out can spray lime water that can reach an area of ​​ten square meters.

"This level of impact is sufficient." Zhao Ningning stroked her chin, thought for a moment, and asked Zhao Qi, "Brother, can you make something sharp to put inside? That would be even more lethal!"

"If only we had steel balls, we could mix them in... Oh, right!" Zhao Ningning clapped her hands, "Our porcelain bowl!"

The broken porcelain shards are also very sharp, but since the space can be refreshed, taking out the shards won't attract attention.

"I still have a few sets of bowls that I stockpiled here before, bring them all out!" Ning's mother took out the bowls from her space, and Zhao Ningning picked and chose, removing the glass bowls and keeping only the porcelain bowls that existed in this era.

They took masks from the space, put them on, carefully wrapped their hands with their clothes, and squatted on the ground, smashing all the porcelain bowls one by one.

After collecting the broken porcelain shards, Ning's mother first stored them in her spatial storage, planning to find an opportunity to put them in town and then say that she found them there.

Zhao Ningning returned to the small village where she had settled down with the most perfect lime bomb.

Because lime bombs also have a certain explosive power, Zhao Ningning led the village head and the village chief to the open space where they were conducting experiments.

Add water, put the lid on, and discard.

It was the same old three things. After Zhao Ningning was thrown out, the village head and the village chief were on tenterhooks.

Zhao Ningning counted the time, and less than thirty seconds later, there was a loud "boom" as the bamboo tube exploded in the open space, startling both the village head and the village chief.

After they came to their senses, they saw that the ground was covered with white lime water spots, with dense and large inner circles and scattered spots on the outer circles.

"This!" The village head was speechless with shock. "Could this be blown up by those thieves?!"

Zhao Ningning: "..."

"We can't blow them up," the village head said with a hint of regret.

Seeing the regretful expression on the village head's face, Zhao Ningning added, "But it can corrode people's faces, and it can also corrode their eyeballs."

"The lime water will burn people when it gets on them. We have a lot of people. If we disturb them, we can take the opportunity to break through the checkpoint, or even kill them!" Zhao Ningning's confident look made the village head slowly regain his confidence.

"Ning is right, we've already gained the upper hand!" The village head rubbed his hands together. "Then I'll head back now, let's discuss how to proceed!"

After saying goodbye to the village head, Zhao Ningning began to think about adding broken porcelain shards to the lime bombs.

They discussed it until midnight, and as soon as it got dark, Zhao Ningning was dragged home by her mother.

Nothing is more important than eating and resting properly.

That night, the village started burning charcoal, because only after burning the charcoal could they have enough fuel to burn more limestone!

Almost every household in the village has a large knife, so there's no need to find any extra tools. Two people split bamboo, and the rest of the people who have nothing to do whittle the bamboo, with Zhao Qi overseeing the thickness of the bamboo tubes.

Zhao Qi took this very seriously, as it concerned whether the villagers could pass through the checkpoint smoothly.

Inside the house.

The villagers who didn't need to go up the mountain to find stones or guard the earthen kilns all gathered in this room.

Most of them were women, the elderly, and children.

Granny Qian sat in the corner, holding the large knife from her house, casually wiping it against the bamboo tubes. With each stroke, she could slice off a piece from other people's bamboo tubes, but hers only suffered a superficial wound.

Not only was she slow at her own work, but she also dragged Cao Rouan into it, slacking off along with her.

Cao Rouan was unwilling to come, but Old Man Zhao insisted that she come.

She's already so far along in her pregnancy, and if you count the days, she'll give birth in less than two months. Why is she still doing such heavy work?

While lost in thought, Cao Rouan scraped the bamboo with a large knife.

Without warning, her hand touched the large knife, and a bloody gash immediately appeared on her fingertip!

"Ouch... eldest granddaughter-in-law, be careful!" Granny Qian snatched the knife from Cao Rou'an's hand and watched with heartache as she used strips of cloth to tie her hands.

It's alright if her hand is injured, it's alright if her hand is injured, but there are only so many clean strips of cloth, and Granny Qian is reluctant to take them out to use.

With her hands tied, Cao Rouan now had a legitimate reason to stop working.

Meanwhile, the village head's wife watched all of this. Her hands kept moving as she said, "The village head said he remembers everyone who went up the mountain to dig stones, those who stood guard, and those who shredded bamboo. Whoever does the most work will get more money and food next time."

She was the one overseeing the bamboo cutting, wasn't she? In the end, she would write down who handed in a few usable bamboo pieces and tell her son to remember that next time things were distributed, those who did the most work would get more!

"How can that be! There are so many people in our family!" Granny Qian was the first to object. Apart from the village head's family and the Wen family, they were the largest group in the procession!

"Why not?" said Miao Chunfang, the village head's wife. "The more you work, the more you earn. The more work you do, the more you'll naturally get."

She was too lazy to even talk. Sitting there for half a day, a normal person could hand over fifteen or sixteen usable bamboo tubes. But the Zhao family struggled for a long time. Granny Qian, Madam Sun, Madam Wu, Madam Cao, plus Zhao Huilan and Zhao Sixia, a total of six people, only managed to hand over twenty.

Sun and Zhao Huilan did the most work here; the others were all useless!

Seeing Miao Chunfang's resolute attitude, Granny Qian became anxious. She was afraid that in the end everyone else would get a large amount of silver, while her family would only get a small share, so she also started digging bamboo.

However, all the work she submitted was unusable due to incomplete and fragmented work, and Zhao Qi rejected it all and sent it back for rework.

Granny Qian wanted to make trouble for Zhao Qi, but Miao Chunfang kicked her out.

After being kicked out, Granny Qian was furious.

"It's just whittling a bamboo tube! Why whittle so many bamboo tubes! You don't need so many bamboo tubes to carry water when you're fleeing famine!" Granny Qian muttered, then returned to her house, cursing all the while.

Old Zhao was inside watching over his belongings when Granny Qian returned after a while.

Seeing her return, Old Zhao asked, "Have you finished your work?"

"Work! What work! I'm so old, it's usually the old lady enjoying her retirement, and you want me to work?" Granny Qian plopped down on the hood of the cart, arms crossed. "Even if I don't work, will the eldest son and his wife let us starve?!"

"What's that saying? If one bad bamboo shoot comes out of three bamboo shoots, that's enough to make us suffer!" Granny Qian said, her face full of wrinkles, listing a bunch of Zhao Lao Er's "unfilial" actions.

Old Zhao became increasingly annoyed as he listened, so he made an excuse to go find something to eat and slipped out the door.

After leaving the village, Old Zhao strolled to a deserted ridge in the field.

With so many natural disasters, both drought and flood, this land has been repeatedly dried and soaked, and the ridges have long been washed away by the water. Now, only heavy stones and rocks remain on the ground, mixed with slightly dried, smelly mud.

The muddy ground was covered only by some vigorous weeds, a lush green layer covering it.

Old Zhao was looking at the uncultivable fields with regret when he suddenly heard a loud "boom" from afar.

Having just experienced the earth-shattering event a few days prior, he instinctively ran back to the village.

After running a few steps and seeing that there was no earthquake or cracks in the ground, Old Zhao stopped and looked back suspiciously.

There's nothing there.

With another loud "boom," Old Zhao jumped, not caring whether the earth had turned upside down or not, his priority was to go back and get his wife to move the cart frame out of the room!

What if the earth really does turn upside down and buries their precious car frame?

In the fields.

After a lime bomb exploded, the village head waited until there was no more noise before daring to go and check.

Today, they specially made several simple straw pillars and placed them around the explosion site to see how high the bomb would explode.

Upon seeing this, the village head was overjoyed. He pinched the shard of porcelain that had been blown into the top of the straw pillar and said happily, "Adding a shard of porcelain really makes it special!"

Within five meters, some of the broken porcelain shards would inevitably get stuck in the grass pillar.

Five meters away, some can be plunged in, but not deep enough.

They could only estimate the damage using straw pillars, but the amount of damage was enough to satisfy the village head.

With this, they won't need to go out and fight with big swords!

Although Zhao Ningning was somewhat dissatisfied with the small kill radius of the lime bomb, it was the limit she could explore.

After all, this was in ancient times, and all that was available was limestone. If they could get their hands on materials for making bombs, the power of those bombs would be far beyond what a limestone bomb could achieve.

"Then let's keep this ratio. Once the bamboo tubes are ready, the second batch of limestone in our kiln will be almost burned." Zhao Ningning wiggled her sore arms. She had been busy these past few days, and with martial arts practice, her arms were almost too weak to lift.

The lime bomb experiment came to an end, and Zhao Ningning went home. Her mother watched the door for her, and she went straight into the space. After taking a hot bath, she had a good night's sleep.

When I woke up, I heard my parents talking outside.

When Zhao Ningning stepped out of the space, she realized that it was already dark outside.

"...The village head and the others said that they can take action as early as the day after tomorrow." As soon as Ning's father finished speaking, he saw his daughter emerge from the space with sleepy eyes, waved to her, and handed her a handful of things.

Zhao Ningning blinked before she noticed that her father had stuffed a handful of bracken into her hand.

"Bracken fern?!" Zhao Ningning held it up to her eyes and looked at it. The thick stem and the rounded head were indeed her favorite bracken fern!

Ning's mother laughed and said, "Your dad saw it when he went up the mountain to dig for stones. Other people heard that you like to eat it, so they would call your dad to pick it whenever they saw one."

Those who didn't participate in digging the stones might not know, but those who did know that the village's courage to break through the checkpoint was largely thanks to Zhao Ningning from Zhao Lao Er's family.

Bracken fern is delicious, but they all remembered the kindness shown to them, so today they let Zhao Lao Er pick all the ones they could see.

"It's amazing that there are bracken fern in this season... That's really strange." After admiring it, Zhao Ningning handed the bracken fern back to her father, who made the best bracken fern!

Since they hadn't eaten dinner yet, Ning's mother simply asked Zhao Ningning to bring out the iron pot. After Zhao Qi returned, she made a simple braised pork with fern in the courtyard.

Fearing the fragrance would escape, the family kept the doors and windows tightly closed, and stuffed the cracks in the windows with something.

A bunch of bracken fern and meat were stir-fried into a large plate. Ning's mother took out some leftover cold lotus root salad from the previous summer, as well as steamed shrimp. Each person had a pancake and a bowl of soup, and they enjoyed a delicious meal.

After finishing her meal, Zhao Ningning remembered what her father had said when she left the space. She asked, "Dad, the village head said they could start as early as the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, by the day after tomorrow, the limestone will be almost burned and the bamboo tubes will be almost shaved."

The next step was to fill the bamboo tubes with lime, which was a delicate task. The village head even wanted to weigh each tube individually and add the lime to it.

Zhao Ningning gave him a simple method: after weighing one, mark it on the bamboo tube and cut off the excess part. This way, the half of the bamboo tube only needs to be filled to make just the right weight.

The village headman directly ordered Zhao Qi to make five such bamboo tubes, and on the eve of the operation, he sent a few more careful people to fill them with lime.

After a moment of thought, Zhao Ningning nodded. "But it'll be about the day after tomorrow... If we don't leave soon, it won't be safe here."

Too many groups have passed by. If we stay here, and we happen to encounter vicious refugees, and they attack us from both sides, even with lime bombs, Wangli Village will not fare well.

After another day of preparation, the village head announced that everyone should pack their bags and get ready to leave in the next couple of days.

Upon hearing that they could finally leave, some villagers were happy, while others were filled with fear and anxiety.

The problem is, they might not be able to beat them.

However, the village head said that they were prepared, but they would only tell him on the day they left.

The reason for this is to prevent someone from informing on us.

Despite the village head's best efforts to prevent it, the fact that their group was staying there was leaked.

This story begins with Old Zhao idly wandering around instead of working.

Thinking about the supplies that had been lost in the cellar, Old Zhao wondered: Since it's a town, maybe someone has hidden something in their house that hasn't been found yet?

Leaving aside the cellar, which was definitely ransacked, the Zhou family's remains were found in an empty general store in town.

There are a few good porcelain bowls in there!

With nothing else to do, the village headman forbade everyone from going up the mountain to dig for stones today. Since Zhao Laoda was watching over things at home, he brought Zhao Laosan out to try his luck.

When they came out, they also ran into Jiang Song.

Jiang Song also gave them a word of advice, telling them to be careful not to be seen by passing groups.

Old Zhao and Old Zhao San took the borrowed shovels and started digging into the houses of what looked like wealthy families in town. They knocked on the walls and dug the ground, making quite a racket.

Jiang Song was furious with them and was about to go out from behind the wall to say a few more words when a team arrived in town.

Although there were only fourteen or fifteen people, they were all strong and capable men.

Jiang Song was anxious, so he hid and waited to see what would happen.

When the group passed by the house where Old Zhao was staying, they heard the commotion and immediately ran over. Seeing only two people with nothing on them, the man spat in disappointment and went back to their leader, saying:

"Boss! Just two scrawny vagrants, they have nothing!"

The two idiots stood in the middle of the yard, covered in dirt and mud. They had dug the yard all over like they were digging a tunnel.

"Only two people?" The leader frowned and went over to take a look himself.

A group of men rushed over to take a look: there really were only two people!

They had nothing but the worn-out shovels in their hands!

Seeing so many unfamiliar faces, Old Zhao was filled with regret. He stopped scooping up soil, trembling, and asked, "What! What are you trying to do?!"