The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Seeing this, Aunt Song decisively ordered her three sons to work together to knock out those who were talking nonsense temporarily so that they could get a moment of peace and properly rest.

After a difficult and busy night, a ray of dawn finally appeared on the horizon, heralding the arrival of daylight.

However, until this time, the figure of the village chief below still did not appear, which made the mood that had originally calmed down a little become tense again.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Song Dadi immediately took his three brothers to go look for people, but they did not come back to report the news for a long time, which made the atmosphere on the scene even more solemn.

The sun gradually rose higher, and as time passed, the women's worries grew.

Especially Zhang Xiuqin could no longer suppress her emotions, "Mom, do you think something happened to Mucheng and the other children?"

Xie Xiaofang also looked worried as she held her daughters in her arms, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing her daughter-in-law so anxious, even someone as experienced as Aunt Song could no longer remain calm.

"Don't worry, it should be fine."

Although she tried to comfort her family, her own brows were still furrowed, revealing her true thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden dispute broke out at this delicate moment - Zhang Xiuqin suddenly stood up and questioned and even insulted Jiang Jinhe.

"It's all because of this evil spirit that we haven't had a single peaceful day since he came into our family! Not only is he lazy and gluttonous all day long, he simply brings bad luck and trouble to everyone."

Hearing these remarks, Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but sneer, but instead appeared unusually calm and composed.

"You must have done something wrong and you're feeling guilty, right? Otherwise, why would you chase me away?"

She thought so in her heart, and showed a sarcastic attitude on her face without any concealment.

Just as the two were about to clash further, Auntie Song, the head of the family, stepped in to stop them. "What nonsense are you talking about? If it weren't for Jin He, we might not even have a meal!"

After saying this, he personally picked up a stick and stirred the dancing flames in front of him to emphasize his point.

Faced with such a strong and powerful rebuttal and irrefutable factual basis in the face of actual evidence, Zhang Xiuqin was speechless for a moment and could only stare at the other party with anger.

At this moment, although the peace within the family is maintained on the surface, everyone is thinking about how to deal with the current crisis and explore the hidden secrets - especially about the identity of the children, there are many mysteries that need to be solved.

Although new conflicts may arise in the process, it is still necessary for unity and cooperation to overcome difficulties.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinhe felt an inexplicable curiosity in her heart. This was the first time she was truly interested in the original owner's past.

It was as if there was a mysterious veil covering her past, making her eager to uncover it all.

At this moment, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from outside, interrupting her thoughts.

The sound pierced the eardrum like a needle and could not be ignored.

Jiang Jinhe suddenly looked up, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately looked out the window following the sound.

There was chaos in the distance, with a few grief-stricken faces mixed in among the interweaving figures.

It turned out that under the leadership of the Song family, the village chief also returned. They not only found the missing villagers, but also rescued those trapped in the narrow crevices of the stones one by one.

Mr. Zhou's family narrowly escaped the disaster and stood there safely.

The whole village suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare and regained their freedom.

When the tiger attacked, the situation was extremely critical.

Fortunately, the village chief cleverly discovered some crevices in the rocks and allowed everyone to hide in them in time, thus avoiding further sacrifices.

Although there were no direct deaths, there were many cases of falls or sprains.

Especially those who fled from other villages were not so lucky - almost one out of every three people was tragically torn to pieces by tigers, their bodies lying on the roadside, and the blood dyed the ground red, which was a shocking sight.

At this moment, groups of exiled people gathered at the foot of Tongshan Mountain, and the sounds of grief and wailing rose and fell, echoing in the mountains and fields for a long time.

Some people burst into tears because they had just lost their loved ones; and more people were worried about the unknown future: how to climb over the mountain full of danger and uncertainty?

Where will the future go?

The surviving village chief knew the urgency of the situation and immediately found Song Dadi, who had revealed the news about the tiger pack to him, to discuss countermeasures.

"Brother Song, what do you think we should do now? Since you've already anticipated the danger here, is there any way we can safely pass through this dangerous place?"

However, faced with such a sharp question, even the experienced hunter Song Dadi could only shake his head helplessly, "Unless we fight head-on, there really is no other good way."

At this point, he slowly scanned the bustling crowd around him. "Look at this village full of old and young, women and children. If we're not careful, there will be countless casualties. It would be a rare achievement if even half of them could make it out of the mountains safely."

These words were like thunderclaps out of the blue, making the village chief's already haggard face look even more worried.

Then he looked at the three sons of the Song family and the Xiaocao sisters beside them, silently calculating the number and physical condition of the males in each family.

"Oh..." The village chief sighed and stood up to leave. He decided to ask Mr. Zhou for his opinion again, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

Song Mu, who was always taciturn, finally couldn't help but break the silence, "Mom, what should we do next? I think this matter won't be resolved in a short time without a conclusion."

He shook the water bag in his hand to show everyone, his expression filled with anxiety. "If we keep dragging on like this, it won't be long before our dry food and fresh water are gone. By then, even if we make it past Tongshan, we'll probably starve to death on the road, right?"

Hearing this, the usually taciturn old lady couldn't help but look expectantly at her husband and said, "You should make up your mind too."

But the latter looked around with a frown on his face, "Don't panic, we can discuss it later."

After all, nearly half of the more than 300 people who initially followed them out have been killed or injured after a few days of escape, and now there are only more than 200 people left. Everyone hopes to act cautiously to avoid unnecessary risks and losses.

During this period, some timid people suggested simply returning to their hometown and waiting for death, but fortunately they were eventually rejected.

As for the wealthy master of the Zhou family, he suggested taking a detour to avoid the crisis, but this idea was quickly rejected by the village chief.