Quick Wear: Cannon Fodder

Not all the people in the village had fled, leaving behind the old, weak, sick and poor. Ye Zhiqiu had no intention of greeting others. Time was running out, and she was busy setting up protective measures around the yard.

She had limited strength and couldn't dig a big trap, but she had enough strength to cut some branches from holly trees and mountain thorn trees in the mountains. The original owner was in poor health and didn't cut many loads in a day, but she could still put them around the fence and pave the road from the gate to the center of the house.

These thorns could not stop the refugees, but only slowed them down to buy them more time. In addition to piling up the thorns, she locked all the doors and windows, and used heavy objects such as tables and chairs to block the doors, just to stop them for a while.

After taking protective measures, she cooked all the food left by the Ye family. In the following days, it would be best not to cook if possible, as she didn't want anyone to smell the food and come to rob her.

Before the refugees arrived, the villagers treated her badly, but they were all from the same clan, and they would not take the initiative to attack her unless they were desperate. The old, weak, and disabled people also gave up the idea because they knew that the Ye family treated her badly and would not get anything if they went to their door.

After all the preparations were done, Ye Zhiqiu moved the luggage and food to the cleanest east wing of the Ye family. Usually, apart from a few grandchildren who were studying and writing, no one else entered the room.

As for the best room in the Ye family, it is the one that Grandfather Ye usually uses to store food. It is also the room where Grandfather Ye sleeps. Outsiders can tell at a glance that it is the house where the owner lives, so she would not be stupid enough to move in.

The east wing is quite good. Although there is a bed in the room, it is usually used as a study and my cousin will not sleep in this room, otherwise she will complain about its uncleanliness.

Ye Zhiqiu found a few books on the desk in the house. It was obvious that the Ye family had fled in a hurry, otherwise they would not have left the books behind. They were not cheap when they bought them. She picked up the book and took a look. It was fine if it had traditional Chinese characters, but it was right-side-up and had few punctuation marks. Even if she could understand it, she didn't want to read it.

If she doesn't read books, then she will practice martial arts. The refugees will rush into the village in one day, so it's better to sharpen your sword before the battle. She knows kung fu, but unfortunately her original body is too weak, so she still needs to recuperate before she can fully exert her skills.

She had already eaten one third of the dozens of kilograms of food left by the Ye family. It was not her fault that she could eat so much. If she had to blame someone, it was her original self who had never been full since she was a child. Her brain said she was full, but her stomach still wanted to eat. She suspected that her original self was a big eater. This was the most important reason why the Ye family abandoned her. Otherwise, a stupid girl could not eat much, so it would not be difficult to take her along. If she was really forced into a desperate situation, she could use her to exchange for food.

It will take time to confirm the big eater thing, but Ye Zhiqiu is sure that the original body is very strong. It didn't show before because she didn't eat enough. She ate well these two days, and the strength of her hands has obviously increased. She moved the stone mill left by the Ye family to the study room without any effort.

With the millstone blocking the door, she sealed the windows and waited to see how the refugees could get into the house. Otherwise, she wanted to dig a hole to hide in if she didn't have enough time. In fact, the Ye family also had a cellar, but that was where food was stored, so it was definitely the focus of the refugees. There was no back door to escape, so she didn't want to be trapped in a jar.

All kinds of weapons were placed in the space and prepared, and the swords were coated with poison produced by the system. I couldn't say that it was fatal, but it was difficult to guarantee that the wounded would instantly lose their combat effectiveness. She didn't have enough kung fu, so she used drugs to make up for it. She guaranteed to kill every one who came.

The refugees entered the village at night to rob and kill people. After dark, Ye Zhiqiu did not dare to relax her vigilance. Who knows if the original timeline will change? In order to prevent the refugees from discovering that there was someone in the house, she did not dare to light a candle. The house was pitch black and she could not see her hand in front of her face.

Outside the house, the moon was high in the sky. Although the visibility was not as good as during the day, it provided convenience for the refugees, allowing them to easily enter the village along the path.

A group of unorganized refugees were not short of smart people. After entering the village, everyone rushed to the good houses. The house left by Muramasa's family was the first to suffer, and the Ye family was the second.

Although the darkness made it difficult for Ye Zhiqiu to see clearly, it also allowed her to hear more clearly. The moment the refugees pushed open the gate, she was ready to fight.

The first refugee who stepped into the yard stepped on a branch of a thorn tree. The sharp thorns pierced his foot. The pain made the man unable to control his voice: "Who put the thorns there? Be careful."

The other refugees did not take the man's reminder seriously, but instead laughed at him for being timid. It was just a little thorn. Who had not been pricked by thorns while working in the mountains? They were all refugees, so why would they be so fragile? Being pricked by a thorn was not a big deal. They could just pull it off and keep moving forward.

They were the first few people to run. If they didn't move quickly, the chances of finding good things would get smaller and smaller when the others behind caught up. Who would be willing to share good things with others? At this time, not only outsiders, but even brothers could not do it. What everyone was fighting for was not the things, but the chance to survive.

I originally thought that the first person who opened the door accidentally stepped on a thorny branch, but when other people were also hit, everyone was surprised to find that there were quite a few thorny branches scattered around the yard. No wonder everyone was hit.

The man was very annoyed by his companions' ridicule. When he found that others had also stepped on thorny branches, he wanted to laugh out loud. Fortunately, he still remembered why everyone came to the village, so he held back his laughter.

Others did not notice his little action, but instead felt hope in their hearts. If there were thorny branches in the yard to block the way, there must be someone in the house. Seeing that the house was well built and made of blue bricks and tiles, there must be many good things.

They didn't ask for much, just borrow some food and leave, and if they had money, they would lend them some. If they didn't have money, they would blame them for being rude. They had been hungry for so long, they would not waste their energy, and if they didn't give them money, they would take it themselves.

Ye Zhiqiu originally planned to stay in the study room, but seeing that the seven or eight men in the yard were not very strong, she wanted to give it a try. Although this body still had no strength, she had a weapon, so she would try the crossbow first to see if it worked.

The refugees were still arguing about which house to enter first. They didn't want to move separately, fearing that the other party would find valuable things first. They insisted on moving together and sharing the things they found equally. As for the refugees behind them, they were simply ignored. Before entering the village, they agreed that they would occupy the best houses and the rest would be given to others.

Ye Zhiqiu listened to the refugees treating the villagers as if they didn't exist, so he quietly opened the window, placed the crossbow on the windowsill, and stared at the leader, intending to shoot the arrow in his hand if he moved.