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

Qin Yan sat in his wheelchair, thinking about what he had heard people talking about that morning: "These days, we've only found two places with yams, and they're almost all gone. I'm afraid this won't last long."

Fang Tong nodded to indicate that he understood.

Even so, he had no intention of asking his daughter to help find yams.

We still have to rely on ourselves and can't rely on his daughter for everything.

Besides, the mountain might really be gone.

"We don't need to worry too much. This is something the old village chief should worry about. It has nothing to do with us."

Qin Yan nodded.

After equipping his second brother with a hoe and a basket, Fang Tong sent him to the door and gave him a few instructions, and they soon set off.

Fang Nanzhi followed him out, using the excuse of sending her second uncle off.

"Zhizhi, do you want to dig yams too?"

Fang Nanzhi shook his head, pulled the man aside, and while there was no one around, quietly stuffed several unwrapped small breads into his hands.

Fang Yin didn't even think about how this thing appeared on a child. When he saw the bread, the sweet smell had already occupied his mind.

"Second uncle, you can't let others know that you ate, and you can't tell anyone that I gave you food. Otherwise, they will come and snatch it away, understand?"

Fang Yin nodded seriously as he ate. When he heard someone was going to grab the food, he immediately said seriously, "I understand. Don't tell anyone that I ate."

Fang Nanzhi was relieved and watched him finish the bread before returning home.

The morning's tasks one after another consumed too much energy, so the family took a nap after eating and drinking their fill.

After waking up from a good sleep, everyone regained their energy and began to prepare for the next step of dealing with the disaster victims.

Fang Tong figured out several situations he might face at that time, and then made plans for them one by one.

For example, if you want to escape, you will definitely have to carry things with you, so the bag should be as simple as possible and you should pack some necessary items in advance.

Apart from what you need for daily use, all other things that you don’t need should be put away and hidden away. In case you survive a disaster, there will still be some things left at home.

The second situation is to face the victims head-on, and then you will definitely need some weapons for self-defense.

Fang Tong took out all the usable tools at home and laid them out in a row.

Hoe, axe, shovel, kitchen knife, dagger, machete, bow and arrow... and some miscellaneous hunting tools that Qin Yan used when he went up the mountain to hunt.

Among these, Qin Yan is best at bows and arrows.

Fang Tong looked at him, and Qin Yan naturally understood what he meant: "I will shoot the arrows then."

Fang Nanzhi was unwilling to be left behind: "Then I will sharpen the arrows for you, brother!"

Most of the arrows at home were made by Qin Yan himself by sharpening and feathering them. Arrow making was a simple task for Qin Yan.

"Okay, I'll teach you."

Qin Yan found a smaller knife from a pile of tools, only half the size of his palm.

Then he picked up the wooden strips that had been split into small strips and used a small knife to demonstrate how to carve them for Fang Nanzhi.

The young man's fingers were slender and nimble. He took the knife and carved out the tip of the arrow in just a few strokes. Then he began to explain patiently.

"This is the tip of the arrow. It needs to be sharpened. The shaft needs to be smooth, at least without any bumps. You need to carve out a ridge at the other end. If you can't get that ridge, just carve out the tip at the front. It's okay to go slowly, just don't hurt your hands."

Fang Nanzhi watched intently, and after he finished sharpening the first arrow, he started to try it himself.

It was a little slow at the beginning, and Qin Yan was a little worried. But Fang Tong next to her just did what he was supposed to do, as if he wasn't worried about her at all.

As if seeing Qin Yan's doubts, Fang Tong smiled and said, "My daughter can definitely do it, don't worry. Come, A Yan, come and give me a hand."

Fang Tong's education of Fang Nanzhi was meticulous yet rough. He endured the hardships he should endure, and never endured any hardships he shouldn't endure.

Arrow sharpening is also a craft. Practicing it will only benefit her and not harm her. The worst result will be cutting her hand. He will try his best within his ability to prevent her from being a fool who knows nothing.

Pampering her and not letting her do anything seems to be for her own good, but in fact it is really harming her.

Qin Yan's eyes flashed, and he seemed to understand his intention. He responded and came over to help.

"When someone comes, Nanzhi can hide in the cellar under the kang. But the cellar is not big. If she fits in, there might not be enough space for Qian Niang." Fang Tong pondered: "Do you have any ideas?"

Qin Yan glanced at the yard, his eyelashes drooping slightly. Soon, the young man looked up: "I don't have any idea of a hiding place for now, but we can set up some traps in the yard first. When the disaster victims come, we can delay them for a while."

When it comes to mechanisms, there are many places where operations can be performed.

The young man's eyes were dark, like the hunting traps he set up in the mountains. Sharp spikes were placed in the pits in advance, so that wild animals would step into the pits and be pierced all over their bodies... If it were a human, the effect would be the same.

If they can't accept it, there are some non-lethal but annoying ones.

"We can make a mechanism like a bird cage that automatically catches birds. We can improve the cage so that it automatically ejects stones when someone steps on it."

"You can also drop a bucket down when you open the door and fill it with fermented manure."

Qin Yan spoke of such a disgusting plan without changing his expression.

Not only did Fang Tong and Fang Nanzhi not feel uncomfortable, the little girl was even eager to try it out. "Good idea, brother, you can also put boiling water in the bucket. The scalding water is very painful."

Fang Nanzhi was accidentally scalded by He when she was a child, and she still remembers the pain.

Qian Fengping was helpless. All the members of her family, big, small and middle, were bad.

Well, well, it can be considered another kind of unity.

They acted immediately and started preparing.

There is no boiling water or sewage now, but the mechanism can be set up first.

Qin Yan used a ruler to measure, and then he and Fang Tonghao worked hard, sawing wood and tying ropes.

The two men set up a mechanism inside the gate with a rope stuck in wood. Once the door was forced open, the rope would leave the wooden groove as the door moved.

At the same time, a bucket is tied to the door, which will follow a predetermined trajectory and hit the face of the person who opens the door.

If it is filled with water or manure, the impact effect will be doubled, and the latter will also cause psychological damage.

After repeated experiments, the two people found that if the door was opened from the inside, the bucket would still fall down, but the person inside the door could completely avoid the bucket by simply turning sideways.

Most of the time, Fang Yin came to their house through the back door, and he would not force his way in. Everyone in the family knew about this mechanism, so there would basically be no accidental injury to friends.

However, the bucket's trajectory was still somewhat imperfect, and the two were thinking about how to improve it.

The small yard was bustling with activity, and people were also busy digging yams on the mountain.