Taking space to escape famine, Sister Wan killed everyone along the way

"You, you are talking nonsense. This is my biological mother. How could I not be filial to her? As for why I didn't help her up, it was because I was angry with you!" As he said that, he quickly bent down and helped the old lady on the ground up.

At this time, the boy who was about thirteen or fourteen years old stood up and said, "You are a sharp-tongued girl, and you don't know how to be filial to the elderly. A woman should be virtuous, otherwise no one will want you in the future." As he said this, he rubbed his chin with his fingers and looked Qin Wanwan up and down.

"But, I don't dislike you. Of course, everyone likes gentle women. It's hard for someone as aggressive as you to find a husband. I don't dislike you, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. You want a large dowry, but I don't want much either. I just want the carriage and the things in it!"

The boy pointed at the carriage in the crowd with a greedy look on his face. He wanted both the beauty and the wealth!

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and then his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, followed by the exclamations of his father and brother.

His thoughts drifted far, far away, and he only reacted when he landed.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, then held his head and screamed on the ground. He was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to roll over.

"Ah—my eyes! My eyes!"

"Son, how are you?"

"Little brother, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your eyes, little brother?" Then he was picked up in his father's arms.

"Dad, my eyes are blind. My eyes were poked out by this bitch. Dad, big brother and second brother, you must avenge me! Avenge me!" The boy's voice was heartbreaking. At this moment, he no longer dared to think about beauties and treasures. All that was left was hatred.

"Son, Dad knows, Dad knows!" The man's voice trembled and his eyes were red. The flash of swords and shadows just now were so fast that he thought he was dazzled. In the blink of an eye, his son flew into the sky and his eyes were blinded.

How could he not hate her? But would hatred be of any use? With that skill, that speed, that ruthless look, would he dare to seek revenge?

The old lady who had just been helped up was thrown to the ground in the blink of an eye, and fell even harder than before. She groaned as she fainted, but no one cared about her at this moment. They all surrounded the blind man.

"Hmph, I told you, if you look at me like that again, I'll poke your eyes out. How about that? Does it feel good to be blind?" Qin Wanwan's expression was cold, and her tone contained no warmth at all, which frightened several people so much that they trembled.

"You, you, my brother just said a few words. How could you be so vicious that you even poked out his eyes? You vicious woman, my brother was right. Someone like you will never get married!" Another older man pointed at Qin Wanwan tremblingly, his voice trembling, and he didn't even dare to look at her. I don't know how he had the courage to say such words.

"Hehe, I see you don't want your tongue anymore. If you don't want it, I can help you." As he said that, he picked up the machete in his hand and was about to walk towards him.

Seeing this, the man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, backing away continuously, covering his mouth with one hand and looking at her with horror.

"No, no, girl, I was talking nonsense. Don't cut my tongue. No," the man shook his head frantically. He looked so spineless, and there was no trace of the arrogance he had just now.

"Heh," Qin Wanwan sneered, but didn't approach the man again. Instead, she looked at this group of hypocritical villains. "Didn't you just say that your filial piety is greater than heaven? Why are you leaving me here alone now? I heard that thud, and I felt a pain somewhere. I wonder if the old lady will be furious when she wakes up and finds out about this?"

No one dared to speak at this moment, even the refugees around them were silent, looking at the family with contempt, but at the same time secretly regretting that these useless things had made them lose so many good things in vain.

Qin Wanwan felt bored looking at them and immediately lost the desire to play with them.

He turned around and left, but when he left he reminded them to carry the old lady away as well, so as not to dirty their land.

The storm was thus calmed down. Although everyone in Daqin Village was eager to try their hand at swordsmanship on these people, they felt bored when they saw their appearance. They might as well continue sewing their tents.

The men obediently carried the old lady and the blind boy away and returned to where they came from. However, this time, the refugees who had previously avoided them also started to harass them one by one.

The people in Daqin Village were busy with their work, and from time to time they glanced over here to watch the excitement.

But you know what, it's quite lively.

"Wang Dabao, isn't it time to return the pound of coarse noodles you borrowed from my family a few days ago?" A man looked a little cowardly, but he walked up to the man with all the courage and stretched out his hand to get back the pound of coarse noodles.

This Wang Dabao is the son of the old lady just now.

"Get out! When did I ever see your coarse noodles? With your family's financial situation, can you still lend us coarse noodles? Don't try to blackmail us." Wang Dabao yelled at the man impatiently, and looked at his youngest son with distressed eyes. His eyes were full of hatred, but he didn't dare to seek revenge.

The man shuddered at the sight of him, but then, mustering up the courage, he retorted, "You did take a pound of coarse flour from our house. Last time, you asked me to lend you a pound of coarse flour. I originally refused to lend it to you, but your thieving son stole it while we weren't paying attention. I won't tell you how much food we have, but a pound is the minimum.

We asked you to return it, but you refused. Your old lady even started to make trouble, saying we were blackmailing you. Later, the village chief intervened, and some villagers witnessed your son's behavior. Only then did you relent and say you would return a pound of coarse flour to us once you had food."

Wang Dabao looked at the man fiercely, "Did you hear me? I said there is food! But we don't have food now, so we won't return it. Do you understand?"

If you don't understand, I don't mind letting you hear what my fists say."

Oh! So these two people are from the same village, including the village chief. It seems that most of the people here are from that village. I really can't tell.

The villagers of Daqin Village looked at the refugees sitting scattered around, and then looked at the unity of their own village. They couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their hearts. This was the normal look in their village!

"You, how could you do this? You said your family had no money, but your mother was wearing a silver bracelet on her hand. Who knows how much silver she has on her? If you had silver, you could buy food. Now everyone's life is difficult, and people like us who have no food and no money are the most hopeless.

We've already run out of food, but you don't say you eat dry food every day, and I've never seen your family skip a single meal."