Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

Mo Xiaonian felt relieved and lay obediently on Fu Cang's back. She was also very considerate and stretched the fur over the top of both of their heads.

Fu Cang ran out and started from the house to the left of Shitou's house. He walked over and kicked the door open with one kick.

"Get up, take your belongings and follow me!"

The couple were still sleeping soundly when they heard a loud noise and a cool breeze mixed with raindrops rushed in. When they looked towards the door, Fu Cang had already gone to the next house.

"What happened just now?"

"It sounds like Fu Cang's voice, let's follow him!"

"What are you doing so crazy in the middle of the night? Are you talking about what Fu Cang said? Why don't you hurry up!"

Mo Xiaonian just lay on Fu Cang's back, watching him kick the doors of every household, and gained a new understanding of Fu Cang's status in the tribe.

If it were anyone else, he would have been beaten to a pulp.

Mo Xiaonian was still counting the time silently in her mind. The system had previously said that the flash flood would arrive in half an hour, but now, after all this trouble, nearly fifteen minutes had passed.

Mo Xiaonian suddenly became a little impatient. If it weren't for her own broken body, she would have run away long ago.

Fortunately, Fu Cang was very efficient and had kicked the people in the last household out, and Shitou also went to find the great elder.

It was the first time that Mo Xiaonian saw the great elder of the tribe alive, a very thin woman in her fifties, with gray hair tied into many small braids. She was very thin, with high cheekbones and deep eye sockets, but her eyes were very compassionate.

"What on earth happened?"

Fu Cang repeated what Mo Xiaonian had said to him.

"Elder Yuelu, I feel that what Mo Xiaonian said is indeed very likely to happen. The heavy rains that have fallen for several days will not only bring sufficient water, but also mean that danger is about to occur. So I have called all the people in the tribe out, and we should go out and take shelter as soon as possible."

Standing behind Yuelu was a very respectable middle-aged man, wearing a white robe on a rainy day and looking very sick.

It was obvious that this middle-aged man was different from the other people in the tribe. After hearing Fu Cang's words, he raised his own doubts.

"How can we trust the words of that little girl of unknown origin? I am the priest of the tribe, and I have not received any warnings about the danger. I want to ask that little girl how she knew about this matter?"

Mo Xiaonian said impatiently: "It's already this late and you still have time to question me. The flash flood will arrive here in a moment. We really don't have time to waste here. Otherwise, Fu Cang, you should carry me on your back and leave. It will be too late if we don't leave now!"

The high priest Feng Ming was so annoyed by Mo Xiaonian's disrespectful attitude that he was about to scold her, but Yue Lu raised her hand to stop him.

"This matter, which concerns the survival of the tribe, will never be treated as a joke. Besides, I have heard about the horror of mountain torrents. Fu Cang, you are the strongest warrior in our tribe. You should lead everyone to a safe place!"

Fu Cang pondered for a moment, then said, "None of us have ever experienced such a thing. I think since Mo Xiaonian said that the flash flood came from the mountain, our canyon must be the most dangerous place. So my suggestion is that we try to run to the mountain, and then run out of the canyon from a high place. Mo Xiaonian, is my idea correct?"