In the years of famine, the knife in my mother's hand is not bad either

Look at my elder sister who is acting like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

Wang Tianci directly put the bowl on the table!

'boom! '

The corn in the bowl stuck to the table, and Xiaoqi was so scared that he stopped chewing.

But soon.

Xiaoqi swallowed what was in his mouth and continued to put the lotus root he had fried into his mouth.

"Wang Miaomiao!"

"Are you really planning to keep the money in the money box for yourself?" Wang Tianci shouted loudly, ignoring the fact that Liu was constantly pulling at the corner of his clothes.

Originally, the brothers had agreed to let Wang Miaomiao be the boss.

But in the end, Wang Miaomiao only thought about herself and didn't care about her brothers and younger brothers at all.

What he promised them was not even done. How could Wang Tianci, who had been looking forward to visiting his father-in-law's house to bring honor to himself, accept this?

Wang Miaomiao looked at the crazy Wang Tianci and sneered:

"I said it all."

"Report to the official!"

"After reporting to the authorities, you will naturally know where the money is hidden."

"You..." Her look left the brothers completely speechless!

Wang Liu looked at Wang Miaomiao who was unwilling to communicate with them, and quietly turned over the bowl that her husband had placed on the table, then placed her own bowl of corn rice in front of Wang Tianci, and started eating the bowl of corn that Wang Tianci had placed on the table.

The atmosphere during dinner was particularly heavy.

Everyone has their own little calculations in mind.

......

The words are divided into two parts.

Wang Shen came out of her home and went straight to the ancestral hall.

When she arrived at the ancestral hall, a large number of her fellow tribesmen had already gathered outside.

They all greeted Wang Shen when they saw her!

After a brief conversation and response, Wang Shen went straight to a small house on the left side of the ancestral hall.

In the small house next to the ancestral hall, the village chief Wang Dakuo, Jia Shan and others all looked worried when they heard Wang Daniu's story.

At the same time, I also understood why Shen Qian agreed to share the water source on the mountain.

"Tsk!" Jia Shan bit his teeth and sighed softly:

"What on earth is wrong with Wang Shen's brain? She can actually think so far ahead."

Village chief Wang Dakuo disagreed:

"Although I also admire Wang Shenshi."

"But the story of the barbarian invasion is somewhat exaggerated."

"They have come south to plunder in previous years, but they have never come to our county!"

Wang Erhu also nodded in agreement:

"Uncle Jia Shan, the village chief is right!"

"The border troops are quite powerful. How could they be unable to resist the barbarians and easily allow them to penetrate this deep?"

As he was speaking, the door of the cabin was pushed open from the outside.

Dozens of people in the room raised their heads and looked towards the door.

When he saw Wang Shen, he hurried over, welcomed her in, and closed the door considerately.

"Ahem!" The village chief, Wang Dabiao, the swordsman Wang Shen, had already sat down. He coughed softly and then said:

"Wang Shen, we already know what you speculated."

"But the barbarians are doing things like detaining people."

“It happens every year.”

"Even if there's a severe drought this year, the border troops won't be short of food. How could they be unable to resist and allow the barbarians to penetrate deep and plunder?"

He asked the question on everyone's mind.

Shen Qian looked at the village chief and the people in the room who were all puzzled, and sighed in her heart: Do you have any misunderstandings about the combat effectiveness of my Daliang border troops?

But in order to let them know how powerful the barbarians are, Shen Qian decided to explain:

"Excuse me, are there any retired military households in the village?"

"Call them into this room."

Although Wang Dakuo didn't understand why Shen Qian suddenly wanted to call the soldiers in, he still walked to the door, opened it and shouted outside:

"Wang Qingshan, Wang Dahe!"

"You two come here!"

Hearing the village chief's call, two figures emerged from the crowd.

One of them had difficulty walking and had to use crutches when walking, and the other had several long cuts on his exposed arm, which were obviously sword wounds.

If you look closely, you will see that the middle-aged man's arms, which are covered with scars, always tremble slightly unconsciously.

"coming!"

As the two responded, the village chief welcomed them into the hut and closed the door again.

Outside the ancestral hall.

Seeing the village chief suddenly come out and call the two people in, the villagers whispered:

"Why did the village chief call Wang Qingshan and Wang Dahe over?"

"Who knows, but they both served in the military."

"Do I need to tell you that? I know they both came back injured. They can't be drafted back to the border, right?"

"..."

The small room was not big to begin with, and it became even more crowded after Wang Qingshan and Wang Dahe entered.

Before they could ask, Shen Qian asked them:

"Qingshan, Dahe, if I remember correctly, Qingshan got his leg wound while serving in the army ten years ago, and Dahe got his knife wound two years ago. Am I right?"

In response to Wang Shen's question, Wang Qingshan and Wang Dahe nodded one after another.

Murakami knew that they had retired due to injuries.

It's not a secret.

But then, Wang Shen asked the two again:

"Qingshan, what was the armor rate of the barbarians you faced at that time?"

"Do you have any siege equipment when you go south to plunder?"

After a brief recollection, Wang Qingshan returned:

"The armor rate is about one in ten, mostly leather armor, with a few leaders wearing mail armor over leather armor."

"Most of the engineering equipment is ladders and battering rams!"

After listening to his answer.

Everyone still looked puzzled, looking at Wang Shenshi, without thinking how this was related to what they were asking.

Then Wang Shen continued to ask the river beside her:

"Dahe, when you were a soldier, what was the percentage of barbarians wearing armor among the ones you encountered?"

"What about engineering equipment?"

Perhaps he had already started thinking about it after hearing Wang Shenshi's previous question to Qingshan.

At this moment, he answered directly:

"The armor rate is over 50%, and the mail and capes are all made of iron."

"The engineering equipment is available, but the border cities are surrounded without being attacked."

"Instead, they sent a small team into the interior to plunder supplies, and retreated after more than a month."

"It's embarrassing to say this, but I got this injury... while fighting outside the city. Out of eight thousand soldiers, only a few hundred returned."

As he finished speaking, his eyes revealed deep sadness and a hint of fear hidden deep within them.

It is the fear of facing the memories of the brutal killing scenes of the barbarians!

After Wang Dahe finished speaking, Shen Qian said to Wang Dakuo and the village elders in the room:

"I think you can tell by the difference in the time they served in the army."

"The barbarians nowadays mainly plunder, while besieging cities instead of attacking them!"

"If it were as before, they would just go deep into the country to plunder food and go back to spend the winter, but now..."

"With the grasslands barren and fodder scarce, the livestock will inevitably become weak. Therefore, the number of tribes joining the barbarians and marching south will definitely increase dramatically."

"As the number of tribes increases, the number of soldiers they produce will inevitably increase as well, and the amount of food and fodder they will need to plunder from me will be astronomical."

"When the time comes, considering the field combat capabilities of our Daliang army, Dahe, do you think they can stop the barbarian invasion?"