Escape from famine: Daddy stands up, Dali girl lies down

"Hey~ha~"

When she woke up in the morning, Lin Shu sweated profusely in the space.

He was holding an iron rod and chopping, picking and stabbing in the yard. His tense little face was more serious than ever.

People who exercise seriously leave deep footprints with their feet.

Lin Shu understood Mrs. Wu's words deeply.

Rely on the mountain and the mountain will fall; rely on the water and the water will run away.

Only herself is her most solid support.

Sharpening a gun in the face of battle will bring displeasure.

In this space, one must not only train physical fitness, but also practice the moves in the secret book.

In order to strike the bad guys more accurately, Lin Shu made a wooden man.

Attack the head, throat, crotch and other vital parts quickly, accurately and fiercely.

The fierce move carried unstoppable momentum, and one stick poked a hole.

I make my own wooden figures, and I basically break one every day.

If anyone saw the moves she was practicing, they would have to walk with their legs together.

Because this guy is so despicable and he likes to attack from three directions.

It's because she's not tall enough that she can only make up for it by being vulgar.

Rather than jumping up and attacking the head and throat, it is more convenient to attack all three directions.

...

"Bang~bang~, open the door, open the door."

The violent collision and shouting startled Lin Shu who was in the space.

"What must come will come."

Lin Shu sighed, opened the door and waited to see how Wu would handle it.

Because Lin Erzhuang went down the mountain two days ago to gather information and has not returned since.

The only adults left in the villa were Wu Yidao and Wu.

"Dad, what should we do?" Mrs. Wu pinched her palm and looked at Wu Yidao.

Wu Yidao was smoking his empty pipe, knowing that the door had to be opened whether he wanted to or not.

But he wanted Wu to face it herself, instead of having someone to support her.

Judging from the noise outside, it seems that quite a few people have come.

As they are old and weak, they can't serve as a deterrent at all.

...

"Bah~"

The shaking gate of the courtyard came to an end, and now no one had to hesitate.

"Grandpa, someone broke into the house." Lin Hongyi came running over and said.

"All right, gather all the children into this room.

Hongyi and I will go to the kitchen to get some rice and flour, as much as you can, quickly."

Wu Yidao heard the noisy footsteps getting closer and closer, and made arrangements calmly.

At this point, he had completely given up hope on his daughter.

As long as she can protect herself, don't think about anything else.

At this moment, Wu Yidao had only one feeling: tiredness.

But he still has to protect these children and not tarnish his reputation.

...

"Grandpa, my brother and I will go." Lin Shu appeared and said.

"Good good!"

Wu Yidao nodded repeatedly. Seeing his granddaughter stand up, he felt relieved.

"Stay here, Baozi."

Lin Shu shouted softly, and rushed to the corridor with Lin Hongyi.

When we were almost at the kitchen, we saw a large group of refugees rushing in.

Lin Shu initially estimated that the number of refugees was about fifty.

Upon closer inspection, they did not look like the refugees we met in the capital, as most of them were carrying bags.

Although he looked miserable, he was not so hungry that his eyes turned green.

As soon as this group of people rushed in, they ran straight into the playground.

Some of the brave ones peeked into the room and gathered together to point and talk.

...

"Who are you? Anyone who breaks into a private residence will be punished more severely." Lin Hongyi shouted.

"..."

The refugees all shrank their heads, holding their bags and looking nervously at the young man who suddenly appeared.

The little guy beside the boy was automatically ignored.

The young man was wearing a short cotton-padded jacket that was almost new, with a palm-wide belt around his waist. He had a ruddy complexion and a dignified demeanor.

I saw him holding a long stick and leaning heavily on the ground.

The young man's mature aura poured out as he leaned on the stick.

“Young Master, we are villagers from the mountain.

The flood entered the village and there was no way out, so people had to go up the mountain to seek shelter.

My name is Hong Deming, and I am the village chief of Wuming Village. "

The middle-aged man Hong Deming took two steps forward and bowed.

"I was so rude just now, please forgive me, young master.

We thought there was no one in the courtyard, so…"

"Village Chief Hong, right?

Damage to private property should be compensated, of course this is also a special case.

For everyone's safety, you arranged for someone to repair the gate.

We have to arrange someone to guard the gate. We only accept kind villagers.

I guess you guys don't want to let those vicious villains in!"

Lin Hongyi raised his head, looking unapproachable.

“You can stay in the empty room in the front yard, but fighting and urinating and defecating anywhere are prohibited.

Your activity area is in the front yard, and you are not allowed to move around outside of that area."

"Thank you, sir."

"Young master is kind."

A group of people bowed with gratitude, fearing that they would be driven out if they spoke too slowly.

It was raining heavily and flooding was coming into the village. This mountain was the only place they could take shelter.

"Go ahead and don't disturb my grandpa." Lin Hongyi waved his hand and said with a wooden face.

"Wow~"

A group of people scattered, and those who wanted to occupy the house were grabbed by the people around them and winked at.

Village chief Hong came forward to settle everyone in the front yard, and then arranged for people to repair the gate.

For this purpose, two more bolts were added to the gate.

...

Lin Hongyi stood at the kitchen door to keep watch, while Lin Shu packed some of the rice, flour, grain, oil, and seasonings in the kitchen into a backpack.

He loaded another basket of firewood and stored the rest in the space.

The refugees coming in all brought food with them, so she couldn't open this loophole.

The brother and sister each carried a backpack and an iron pot and left.

He walked through the hanging flower gate, turned around and bolted the door to block out prying eyes from the front yard.

Lin Shu, who had been acting as a background board, did not go back immediately.

She stood behind the hanging flower door, quietly watching the movements outside through the crack in the door.

About an incense stick later, a woman leaned out stealthily.

He carried a wooden basin of dirty clothes and placed it under the eaves, then looked around.

In a blink of an eye, he entered the house, put on a bamboo hat, rolled up his trouser legs, and walked towards the kitchen with a hunched back.

In an instant, several heads were hanging at the door looking in.

After a while, the woman came out with a small pot in one hand and a clay pot in the other.

He smiled so hard that his eyebrows were visible but his eyes were not. His back was no longer hunched and he no longer dodged the rain that fell on him.

"Wow~"

The head hanging at the door whooshed into the rain and fog.

When these people left the kitchen, the ground was scraped three feet deep.

Soon, several simple stoves were set up at the front door.

I took a pot to collect rain water and put it on the stove. The wet smoke mixed with rain mist floated above the courtyard.

"Oh, I finally get to drink some hot water." Village Chief Hong said as he leaned against the wall.

“When you leave, remember to return your belongings.

It is a great favor for our master to take us in.

Don't be so short-sighted as to think of taking it for yourself."

Everyone nodded or curled their lips, muttering to themselves that if the village head's wife hadn't taken the lead, they would never dare to take the host's things.

"Don't worry, boss. I will never take it away." The village head's wife, Wang, assured loudly.

Hehe, I couldn’t explain it clearly when I left.

Who would stare at her?

It would be a shame to return such a good iron pot. It would be great if she could use it.

The villagers rustled into dry clothes and prepared to have some hot food, only to find that there was no firewood available.