Traveling through troubled times to escape famine and cultivate crops as a grain merchant

Later on, she was completely unable to think. There were too many people and she couldn't keep up with them all. She could only use all her strength. Sometimes she hit two or three people with one stick. She didn't care whether they died or not. If she let these people go, she and her family would be in trouble.

Li, Zhou Su, Zhou Mai and Huang, who were holding sticks, were dumbfounded when they saw her beating one or two people at a time.

Zhou Su opened his mouth into an O shape for a long time. He looked at the large number of people falling down, and his eyes gradually became excited. "How amazing!!"

Zhou Mai nodded mechanically.

At this time, Mrs. Li could still remember that the child said he wanted to help her push the cart when they first set out on the road. At that time, she said that it would save effort to push the cart. Now that she thinks about it, she is afraid that it was really the child's credit.

Huang's eyes lit up, and she said, this child is very lucky, and the five taels of silver she spent on incense and oil back then were not wasted. Five taels, if saved now, would be enough for the family to live for more than a year.

With Zhou Guo leading the charge and not leaving his sticks empty-handed, the others behind him also gained confidence and joined the battle with their sticks in hand.

Li has been able to handle both internal and external affairs since she was young, and her strength is as good as that of a man. She thought that if she beat one more person, her daughter would have to be beaten one less person. The little girl is only eight years old, so how could it be her turn to protect the whole family? There is still someone left in their family.

Zhou Su and Zhou Mai were no longer panicking. They held the sharpened end and howled excitedly. After a few hits, they got the hang of it. They kept poking at the soft parts of people's flesh, such as the lower body, throat, eyes, and feet. They poked wherever it hurt, and the more they poked, the more excited they became.

Other members of the Zhou family were also fighting hard against the enemy.

Zhou Guo could only see the people rushing towards him, and could not see anything else. His eyes gradually became more determined.

But there were too many people rushing over, some holding stones and sticks. She was still young after all, so she couldn't stop them and let them slip away.

At the same time, other families also suffered heavy losses, especially the eye-catching family of Zheng Xiucai. Five of the eight or nine carts were pushed away, and a lot of food on the remaining carts was also taken away. If the cows had not been too big and refused to follow, they would have been taken away too.

The orphan and the widow also became ruthless at this time, picking up knives to defend their own interests and family, and every cut of the knife drew blood.

This is not the time to be soft-hearted. You still have to fight hard when you need to.

Zhou Dacang swung the stick a few times, and then it broke. Besides, he did not have as much strength as Zhou Guo. He had been hit many times on the face and body, and was hit on the forehead with a stone. Blood was gushing out. He grabbed the small hoe on the cart with one hand and hit anyone he saw on the head.

This time the force was much greater, blood spurted out and splashed all over his face, "Da Mao, Da Mao, move closer to Guo Guo, quickly, we can't let these people in."

Zhou Gu waved the stick with difficulty, and moved closer to Zhou Guo little by little after hearing this.

All of a sudden, the three of them formed a triangle, protecting their own cart, women and children.

There were too many people falling here, and those people saw that they could not get any benefits here, so gradually fewer people came.

Only then did everyone have a chance to catch their breath and take a break.

Zhou Guo stuck the remaining half of the stick into the ground, leaned his hand on it and breathed slightly, looking around. If another group of people came up at this time, they would really have no choice but to surrender.

Those who succeeded in grabbing things would run away, and some who failed to grab things would even run away with their children. The parents and relatives could not bear it and would scream and rush forward to get their children back.

The crowd soon dispersed, but the camp could no longer be quiet.

Some had their homes emptied, some had their children robbed, some were beaten to death...

The crowd was crying and wailing, their hearts were broken.

“My child’s father, my child’s father, my child’s father, please wake up, wake up, open your eyes and look at us, you can’t just abandon us like this, how are we, an orphan and a widow, going to survive, ah, you who killed the Heavenly Sword, you who was struck by lightning, you must not die a good death, oh God, please open your eyes and look, ah ah ah, why is my life so miserable…”

"My son, my child, give me back my child..." She saw a woman with her hair loose running like crazy in the direction where the crowd was retreating. Her family members looked at her and no one tried to stop her.

Zhou Guo frowned and looked back at his family. The Zhou family was probably in the best situation among them. No one was missing, but they were all frightened. Their faces were pale, their bodies were shaking, and their teeth could not help but chatter. The children had tears in their eyes and could not utter a word.

Everyone was injured to some extent. My uncle had a hole on his head and my cousin's arm was covered in blood, and no one knew what had hurt him.

My aunt's face was covered in bruises, her nose was broken and bleeding, and her shoulder seemed to have been hit hard, so she couldn't lift her arms.

Her mother and the others were better off with her blocking the way, but they were also hit by clubs and punches.

She herself was hit by several sticks. Her right arm was in excruciating pain and her temple was almost hit by a stick. If she hadn't dodged quickly, she would probably be lying down now.

Li looked Zhou Guo up and down with concern and asked, "Guo Guo, how are you? Sit down and take a rest. I will check if you are injured. These people are really desperate. They are just like bandits."

She shook her right arm and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, Mom. I just got hit on my forearm. It's not a big deal. It will be fine in two days. Go check on the others first."

She also had to prevent anyone else from coming.

"Oh, third brother, why are you bleeding so much? Did you hurt your head? Come here, come here, I'll bandage it for you." Huang was sitting on the ground gasping for breath. When she looked up, she saw that all her family members were there. She was relieved, but she was shocked to see Zhou Dacang's head with half of his face bleeding.

Mrs. Xu wiped her nose casually and then busied herself with treating the wound on her eldest son's hand. While bandaging it, she asked the other children if they felt any pain anywhere on their body.

Zhou Deli shook his head, covered his head and stood up, looking at the whole family was still there, he smiled with relief, then looked at the carts. Originally the two carts were piled high, but now most of them were gone due to the robbing. Fortunately, it had not been taken away completely, otherwise, what would such a big family eat and drink?

There are too many people, and two fists can’t beat four hands. This is not a good place. We have to leave, and leave quickly!

"Lao San, Da Mao, the people from the eldest family, and Lao Er's family, hurry up, pack up and leave. We can't stay here anymore."

The family began to pack up their things in a hurry. The thieves snatched the food as soon as they saw it. Pots, pans, and other useless things were thrown all over the ground. Many things were broken after being thrown and stepped on by so many people. There were also dried wild vegetables scattered all over the ground, and food that had leaked out of the bags.