A daily intelligence report; in chaotic times and famine years, grain is plentiful.

On the village, the villagers watched the fleeing government soldiers in a disheveled state, as well as the group of armed refugees before them, their eyes still filled with vigilance.

In this chaotic world, these refugees are a source of instability.

When Chen Mo said he wanted to bring them into the village, everyone expressed their confusion.

"Hey, you upstairs, is what you just said true?"

Outside, another refugee could be heard shouting loudly.

"Of course it's true. I know you're all forced into this situation. If you're willing, join us and fight against the oppression of the government!"

Chen Mo shouted loudly at the refugees below.

This sparked a flurry of discussion.

"Once you join us, all the fields in this village will be allocated to you to cultivate, and you'll have food to eat every day."

These words immediately excited the refugees.

But right now the village gates are tightly shut, and the villagers upstairs are armed and seem to be hostile.

These refugees had suffered greatly from oppression and were hesitant to believe it, their eyes filled with doubt.

"Put your weapons down first, then line up and come in. I'll take a headcount."

Chen Mo continued.

The refugees hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, and after a long while, finally threw down their weapons.

"Dazhu, open the gate."

Chen Mo gave the instructions.

"Brother Mo, there are so many of them, what if they take the opportunity to rob us?"

Sun Dazhu quickly tried to dissuade him.

The scene of their grain being looted by the refugees was still fresh in their minds, and the villagers were wary of these refugees from the bottom of their hearts.

The village is currently in a critical period and must be on guard against a government attack. Moreover, half of the supplies in Lingtou Village have not yet been evacuated. If these refugees get out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Don't worry, open the door, Brother Liang is here."

Chen Mo said calmly, then turned to look at Liang Ming beside him.

Liang Ming sheathed his knife and nodded slightly.

After observing for a while, he confirmed that the group of people outside the door were indeed just a group of refugees.

If the government wants the refugees to deal with Lingtou Village, then Lingtou Village can do the same and gather these refugees together.

Sun Dazhu hesitated for a moment before shouting down, "Open the gate!"

Before long, the gate of the village slowly opened.

The refugees looked at the spacious village with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

The surroundings before us are hardly the stronghold of rebels; they're just a prosperous village.

"Come in one by one, don't rush."

Chen Mo stepped down and surveyed the refugees before him.

"Is there really food every day?"

Someone asked.

"Of course."

As Chen Mo spoke, he turned his head again, gesturing for Sun Dazhu and the others to move the grain over.

The refugees' eyes lit up when they saw the baskets of potatoes.

"I've made it clear beforehand: joining us means standing up against the government. If you don't have the guts, you can leave now. If you want to join, you have to risk your life."

Chen Mo said in a serious tone.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone raised their hand and shouted, "I'll join! I'll do anything as long as there's food to eat!"

Someone spoke first, and the others followed suit, raising their hands.

Count me in!

The refugees responded enthusiastically, no longer hesitating as before.

Soon, they lined up and entered the village to receive their food.

After a thorough count, a total of 368 people had joined the village, and they were mostly young and strong. Although these refugees were somewhat thin, they were still important laborers.

After several changes, Lingtou Village has fewer and fewer laborers. With these new members joining, it might actually be able to save the village.

Chen Mo's real plan went far beyond simply taking in these refugees.

Wang Laoqi wanted to use the refugees to attack the village, but instead he sent a fresh force to the village.

"From today onwards, you are all members of Lingtou Village, and this field in front of you can be allocated to you for cultivation."

Chen Mo shouted again.

The refugees cheered excitedly.

The villagers in the village were very puzzled by this.

After all, these fields were painstakingly cultivated by the villagers of Lingtou Village, and they're just being given to displaced people like this?

But then I thought about it again. Now that Lingtou Village has become the target of the government's siege, the villagers will not be able to return to the village in a short time. In that case, letting these refugees stay here might be able to draw the attention of the government troops. It is indeed a good plan.

However, supporting more than three hundred people is no easy task...

After confirming the number of people, Chen Mo began to assign tasks.

First, this newly joined workforce moved the village's supplies up the mountain, and then the villagers were transferred to the sinkhole, which greatly improved the efficiency of the transportation.

In less than half a day, all the village's essential supplies had been transported to the first stronghold in Black Wind Ridge.

Now, apart from the twenty or so people who stayed behind, all the original villagers have moved into the sinkhole to prepare to build shelters there.

The food stored in the sinkhole is enough for them to survive for more than half a year, and the secluded location allows them to completely evade the government's pursuit.

Back in the village, Chen Mo distributed the weapons to the new members.

Although this group of refugees was weak in combat and far less organized than the villagers of Lingtou Village, they still numbered over three hundred. As long as the number of government troops deployed was not large, it wouldn't be difficult for Chen Mo to lead this group to defend the village.

"Dazhu, there's basically nothing going on in the village now. You take everyone to the sinkhole and protect the villagers. Brother Liang, a few others, and I will stay in the village."

Chen Mo gave his instructions.

Sun Dazhu didn't say much. He understood Chen Mo's plan and led about twenty people to the secret base.

Chen Mo left some dry food and a lot of potatoes in the village. This food was enough to last them for about ten days.

"Brother, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

At this moment, a refugee walked up to Chen Mo and bent down to ask him a question.

"you say."

Chen Mo turned to look at him.

"My wife and children are still starving outside. I'd like to bring them in. Is that alright?"

The refugee asked in a low voice.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo finally nodded and said, "Okay, but you need to think carefully. The government troops might attack, and your family will be in danger."

"It's alright, thank you, brother!"

The man immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

These refugees weren't afraid of any government troops. Starving outside meant certain death, but staying in this village offered them a chance to survive.

Chen Mo didn't say much, but simply observed the newcomers in front of him quietly.

We certainly can't feed so many people with just the food we have on hand.

Now that we have new combat power, we naturally want to pull off something big.

The sky was getting dark.

The village was still brightly lit.

The group of migrants who had just joined the village had already made the village their own home.

Since all the villagers have moved away, the empty rooms in the village have been occupied by new residents.

Having grown accustomed to days of wind, rain, hunger, and hardship, this sudden blissful life thrilled the new members.