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

When everyone was immersed in the delicious food, they suddenly heard a sound. The lively scene suddenly became cold. The people in Daqin Village suddenly raised their heads and looked at the newcomers, even forgetting to chew the food in their mouths. The men subconsciously put down their bowls, picked up the weapons at hand, and looked at the newcomers with vigilance.

Coincidentally, these people were from Songjia Village.

The people from Songjia Village were very excited when they saw the people from Daqin Village, especially Song Xiangdong. When they smelled the aroma of meat in the air, their eyes were red with excitement.

"Xiangdong, so you are here. This is great," Song Tao, the village chief of Songjia Village, looked at Song Xiangdong excitedly with tears in his eyes. The other villagers of Songjia Village also looked at them excitedly. Most of them had desire and greed on their faces, staring at their bowls.

The people in Daqin Village frowned tightly. It was really fucked. They had just sent away Chenjia Village and now Songjia Village came. Did they mess with their acquaintances in the past two days?

Song Xiangdong put the bowl aside and walked out alone. A few guys around him wanted to follow him, but Song Xiangdong waved them away.

Song Xiangdong stood in front of the head of Songjia Village and said, "Old head, it's you. You are here too. What a coincidence."

"Yes, it's no coincidence. After you left that day, the next day we heard bandits burning, killing and looting around us. Several families in your Daqin Village were also killed.

We thought about it and decided that if we wait any longer we would be waiting for death, so after you leave, we will pack up our things and flee here.

"By the way, Xiangdong, where are your parents? Why don't you see them?"

Song Xiangdong pointed to the tent behind him and said, "Dad and Mom are resting in there. They've been working hard all night and are old, so they retired early."

Hearing his words, the people in Songjia Village looked at the cloth-supported things behind them. They thought it was something else, but it turned out that it was called a tent, and was used for living.

The people in Daqin Village are really extravagant. They don't use the good cloth to make clothes and shoes, but use it to make such useless things. They really don't know how to live.

The village chief thought so too. Looking at what the people in Daqin Village ate and drank, and even had meat, it was clear that they lived a good life.

And there was Song Xiangdong in front of him. His body was obviously stronger than before, his complexion was rosy, he spoke with full energy, and there was even a light in his eyes. It was obvious that his life was much better than when they were in the village.

Song Xiangdong took a quick look and understood what these people were thinking. Seeing that the village chief was staring at him without saying anything, he was not in the mood to chat with these people.

Because of her grandmother, her mother's relationship with the villagers was not harmonious and she basically had no contact with the villagers, so she was not very familiar with these people. At most, she had a friendship with the same village.

"Old village chief, you just arrived and must be tired. There's a big area over there, which is definitely enough for you to rest. Go and clean up first. We'll eat and then go rest."

As he was about to get up and leave, the old village chief quickly grabbed him and said, "Hey, Xiangdong, don't be anxious, this..." The old village chief rubbed his hands, some words were hard to say, but his eyes glanced at the food and supplies behind him, the meaning was self-evident.

Song Xiangdong pretended not to understand and looked at Village Chief Song in confusion, "Village Chief, what do you mean? Aren't you tired? If you're not tired, then aren't we all tired either? You should all go and rest quickly. We've been traveling all night and we'll have dinner soon. We really need to rest. It's not too late to catch up after we've rested."

As he said this, he pulled Village Chief Song's hand and was about to go back to the team.

At this time, his neighbor became anxious and shouted, "Xiangdong, I am your uncle Zhuzi." A man with a smile on his face, about the same age as his father, walked towards this side. He was accompanied by a woman of the same age, also with a flattering smile on her face, but if you look closely, there is a hint of jealousy and resentment in the depths of her eyes, but more of greed.

"Yes, Xiangdong, I'm your Aunt Hua. We've been neighbors for decades. It's been so long since we last met, but we can't just stop catching up, right?"

The woman said things against her will with a fake smile on her face, and she hated them to death in her heart. This smile looked so fake no matter how you looked at it, but they were completely unaware of it.

Why didn't they call them when they left? They were neighbors, but they didn't know how to help each other. If they hadn't heard the news of the bandits, maybe their family would have been wiped out long ago.

Now, their family lives comfortably with the people of Daqing Village, while my family has to endure hardships with the people of Songjia Village. The people of this village are extremely selfish, only caring about their own family. My family has no food, and they won't even lend me a pound of rice or flour. What kind of people are they? We're from the same village.

"Aunt Hua, if you really don't want to laugh, then don't laugh. It's really twisted!"

Song Xiangdong has never liked his neighbor's family. When he is in the village, he just nods to them symbolically, and sometimes he doesn't even nod.

Aunt Hua next door especially likes to say bad things about her mother. She has been doing this since she was a child. I can’t say how strained the relationship between the two families is, but it’s at least not good. Why does she come here to pretend to be an acquaintance now?

I’m afraid you’re trying to take advantage of me, right?

Sure enough, when Aunt Hua heard this, her expression froze, but then she reacted and continued with that hypocritical smile on her face, "What kind of joke are you kidding? Aunt Hua is really happy to see your family, why don't I feel like laughing?"

"That's right," Song Zhu quickly chimed in. "We've been neighbors for decades. Your Aunt Hua treats you like her own son. How could she not be happy to see you?"

"No, I have my own mother, and I respect my own parents very much. Let's not talk about this. We just know the relationship between our two families. Okay, let's not waste any more time. We've been traveling all night and are really tired. Let's go back and rest."

Song Xiangdong felt like vomiting when he saw the two hypocritical faces. They were not like this when they were talking bad about his family in the village. Now they were like close neighbors? Even his son. I am afraid that this statement can't even fool a ghost.

Song Xiangdong really wanted to leave. If it weren't for the friendship between the same villagers, he would not have talked to the village chief, let alone walked out of the team out of politeness. Now he felt a little regretful.

What the hell is that with face? I didn't even have much face in the village, and now that I'm fleeing famine, I can just tear my face apart.

Thinking of this, Song Xiangdong became a little irritable, but when he looked at the people behind him, he suppressed his irritability. It turned out that if one sees too much fighting and killing, he will become impatient.

If he could still resolve it through words now, he would use words. Fighting and killing would be tiring, and the most important thing was that there would be a certain chance of casualties. He couldn't bear to leave any of these lovely people in Daqin Village.