After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Erwa was quick-witted and made a gesture to silence him, indicating that he should look ahead.

There was a bonfire burning on the official road not far away, and about seven or eight tall but thin men were roasting something around the fire.

The three of them didn't dare to speak, and they tried to breathe as softly as possible, looking at Fang Tong.

Fang Tong made a gesture to keep quiet, pointed the way back, and waved his hand.

The few of them had been in cahoots since childhood, and they immediately understood and quietly left along the mountain road they came from.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they returned to the village and confirmed that no one was following them.

Fang Tong thought a lot along the way.

When he thought about his daughter saying that her food was taken away and cooked by the disaster victims, he became anxious, angry and very upset.

An idea suddenly came to his mind: "Let's go find the village chief."

Naturally, the few of them had no objection and followed along.

Before daybreak, the old village chief was dreaming about Zhou Gong.

He was awakened by a knock on the door. The old man was lying on the kang looking at the ceiling, too lazy to move. The knock on the door had not stopped yet.

Helplessly, he struggled out of the bed and asked cautiously through the door, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Fang Tong's voice came through the door.

The village chief then opened the door, wondering, in the middle of the night, could it be that Fang Tong had found something edible again?

If that's the case, then we can forgive him for disturbing people's dreams.

As soon as I opened the door, I found several young men who usually acted out of control were standing at the door, looking serious and nervous.

His sleepiness also disappeared: "Hey, hey, there are so many people, what's going on?"

Is this someone sneaking around and targeting his house?

"It's an important matter, village chief, let's go inside and talk about it." Fang Tong whispered.

As soon as he entered the house, Fang Tong said, "There are seven or eight disaster victims from outside our village."

The village chief's eyes widened. "Victims, is this true? This is a serious matter, don't mess around."

Next to him, Erwa immediately said, "Really? We all saw it."

The old man's cloudy eyes swept over the people in front of him, and finally looked at Tiezhu, who looked the most honest. He leaned over and asked, "Are there really victims?"

Tiezhu nodded quickly, also anxious: "Why don't you believe it? It's true!"

This is no small matter.

The village chief was worried.

Fang Tong wondered if the old man was getting senile and reminded him, "These disaster victims are not vegetarians. We'd better set up a patrol team as soon as possible."

The village elder looked a little embarrassed.

"Nowadays, all the strong villagers in our village have to go up the mountain to dig yams. The others are either elderly or children. How can they have the energy?"

In fact, the most important reason was not mentioned.

To set up a village patrol team, we need to provide food. Where can we get so much food?

Seeing that he was about to lose his temper, Fang Tong threatened him in a bad tone: "It's okay if you don't do it. When the disaster victims come in, it doesn't matter whether you have food or not. I will burn, kill, and loot everyone."

"When all the people in our village are gone, you won't have to worry about food anymore."

The village chief slapped him angrily and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid!"

Fang Tong turned away, not afraid of him: "That's right."

What he said was indeed true. If they were unwilling to provide some food now, the whole village would lose not only food but even people.

After figuring it out, although he was reluctant to give up the food, the village elder's face wrinkled, but he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, I'll gather everyone to discuss it tomorrow."

After finishing the story, Fang Tong didn't stay any longer as he also had to go home to prepare.

The old village chief looked at him, changed his previous suspicious attitude, and personally escorted the man to the door.

Before leaving, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are a smart boy. This is all thanks to you."

If we wait until there are enough victims and then go straight into the village to rob them, everything will be over.

In the past, he only knew Fang Tonghun, but he didn't expect that he had helped the village a lot with important matters.

Even after being praised by the old man, Fang Tong didn't feel proud.

He would rather not have the praise in exchange for the disaster victims not coming, but of course, that was impossible.

On the way, Fang Tong and his companions were unusually silent, thinking about what to do next.

"When you go home, remember to hide your food. Hide it somewhere hidden. Don't put it in cellars or cabinets. If I were a disaster victim, I would search those places first."

"Don't sleep too deeply at night next time. Keep a knife next to you just in case."

Fang Tong gave a lot of instructions.

The three brothers agreed and went home to prepare.

When Fang Tong arrived home, Qian Fengping and Qin Yan made sure that he had returned safely before going back to sleep.

Fang Tong also returned to the house.

The room was pitch black. He whispered to Fang Nanzhi, "My girl, do you know what's going on with the disaster victims outside?"

"I'll ask the gods."

As soon as Fang Nanzhi finished speaking, the system gave an answer, and she repeated what the system said.

"System brother said that the leader of the disaster victims is surnamed Xiang, and he is in charge of hundreds of people. Originally, uncle knew Xiang, so he let the wolf into the house."

"That Xiang isn't from here. He's a refugee from Qinglu County. The victims he manages are also from that area. The floods destroyed their crops, and the Qinglu County officials imposed increasing taxes. They can't eat enough, and they can't pay the taxes, so many of them have fled."

After hearing this, Fang Tong felt a throbbing pain in his head.

He is in charge of hundreds of people... Could it be that those people who are coming to the village now are just scouts?

There are a total of two hundred households in their Mushan Village, and although there are a thousand people in total, there are many elderly, weak, women and children, and they naturally have no fighting ability.

It's hard to say what to do with the disaster victims. After all, they are all extremely vicious and desperate people who are starving and don't care about their lives.

If the village were to be attacked suddenly one day, how would their family escape?

Fang Tong put his arm on his forehead, frowned, and was too worried to sleep.

He was thinking, if those disaster victims really broke into his house suddenly, how would he deal with it? What should he do then?

I was thinking halfway when I was interrupted by the sound of snoring next to me.

Fang Nanzhi was sleeping soundly. Even when he was snoring, he licked his lips, as if he was dreaming about something delicious.

"Little heartless."

Fang Tong muttered something. Although he was speechless after being interrupted by her, the lingering tension in his heart dissipated a lot.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

The next morning, Fang Tong got up early.

It was still dark outside, and the morning breeze was quiet and cool, blowing with a fresh scent that made people's skin crawl.

Fang Tong rubbed his arms, picked up the rope and kitchen knife, and strode out to find Tiezhu's house, which was closest to him.

Tiezhu has many brothers, and they are all sleeping one after another. Through the door, you can hear the snoring of many big men inside.

Fang Tong clenched his hands and put them in his mouth to imitate the sound of a bird.

This was a secret signal agreed upon by several people. After a while, Tiezhu, who was sleeping soundly, walked out of the room.

As usual, the two of them split up and went to look for the other people.

The brothers quickly got equipped and set off.

Shortly after they left, the familiar sounds of gongs and drums were heard in the village again.