Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

Upon hearing Fu Bao's words, Lian Rongrong immediately frowned.

"You mean they said your maternal grandfather owed them a life?"

Fu Bao was happily chewing on her little fist, but even Rong Rong could still hear that soft, adorable voice say:

"That's what they said, I just heard it with my own ears. Wang Yue is afraid that her maternal grandfather will die because of her, and her uncles won't let her off easily."

But the old woman said that her maternal grandfather already owed them a life, and even if he died, it was merely karma.

Lian Rongrong clenched her fists, her gaze falling on Lian Xiuyan not far away.

She and her father were siblings; how could someone with such a vicious heart say such a thing?

Wang Qi died saving Lian Jinghuai, that's true. In Lian Rong's memory, over the years, neither Lian Jinghuai and his wife nor the three siblings had forgotten this kindness even for a moment.

So even though Lian Rong was the most beloved youngest daughter of the General's Mansion, in fact, before Lian Rongrong replaced Lian Rong, she was extremely tolerant of her aunt and cousin.

Even that shameless Wang Yang, Lian Rong tolerated him again and again.

Lian Rongrong could see that before she got married, Wang Yang had verbally harassed her more than once, and even went so far as to grope her.

If Lian Rong hadn't practiced martial arts since childhood, Wang Yang would probably have succeeded long ago.

What did the Lian family gain from their forbearance? Was it a sense of entitlement from Lian Xiuyan and her two children? Or was it their indifference and cold-bloodedness towards their own family?

Lian Rongrong grew angrier the more she thought about it, and finally, unable to contain her anger, she stormed up to Wang Yue.

"Wang Yue, listen to me carefully. Your father is in danger because you didn't know the seriousness of the situation."

Fortunately, Father is alright today. If anything had happened to him today, I would have taken your life first!

I don't care what others do, but I, Lian Rong, will not allow anyone to hurt my family!

And remember this: if you ever cause trouble like this again, showing no regard for consequences, get as far away from me as possible!

Lian Rongrong's outburst caused Wang Yue, who had been feigning guilt and pitifulness, to change her expression. But just as she was about to lash out, she saw Wen Hui give her a wink.

Wang Yue lowered her head, neither expressing her opinion nor refuting it.

Lian Xiuyan, however, feigned an apology to everyone, saying, "This time, Yue'er was indeed wrong. I promise to discipline her strictly in the future."

The old lady changed her usual attitude, looked at Lian Xiuyan and her daughter with a cold snort, and then said:

"You'd better be able to do that! Also, Third Sister is right, whoever causes trouble again in the future will be severely punished."

Lian Rongrong hadn't expected her grandmother to be so helpful, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense.

After all, in ancient times, sons were the only ones who could continue the family line, although the old lady would show extra favoritism towards Lian Xiuyan because of her husband's death.

But when it really came down to choosing between her daughter and son, the old lady would still choose Lian Jinghuai without hesitation.

Wang Yue's ordeal finally came to an end in the face of an avalanche. Although it was a close call, Wang Yue finally calmed down.

However, due to the avalanche, the five horses disappeared without a trace. No one knows whether they were buried in the snow or managed to find a way to survive.

As a result, everyone, including the old lady, had to walk through the snow.

There was a village at the foot of the mountain, which the group could see from afar before the avalanche arrived. However, the journey to the village proved unexpectedly difficult.

The snow was already above knee-deep, and the heavy snowfall showed no signs of stopping.

The cold wind lashed my face, snowflakes fell on my body, and every step I took felt like it weighed a ton.

But this time no one complained. Even Wang Yue and Wang Yang were eager to get into the village to warm up.

They walked along in silence, as if speaking would be a waste of energy.

No one knew how long they had walked, but they finally reached the village before their legs gave out completely.

However, the situation in the village was not much better. Snow covered the village and the fields.

The village houses and trees were weighed down by heavy snow, and there were occasional sounds of roofs collapsing or branches breaking.

Lian Jinghuai led the group along the village path, only to find that nine out of ten houses were empty.

Only when you walk to a dilapidated temple in the south of the village can you vaguely hear people talking inside.

Lian Yiyun and Lian Yicheng exchanged a glance, and then came together to the front of the dilapidated temple.

Lian Yijun stepped forward and gently pushed open the door; the old wooden door creaked open.

As the wooden door opened, the two brothers saw a series of anxious faces inside the temple.

"We apologize, we meant no offense, we were just passing through and looking for a place to stay."

Lian Yijun stepped forward and bowed to the crowd.

An elderly man who appeared quite dignified stepped out from the crowd. He looked warily at the Lian brothers and then at Lian Jinghuai and the others outside.

"Where do you come from?" the old man asked.

Lian Yijun cupped his hands again and replied, "I came from the mountain."

"Up in the mountains?" The old man frowned slightly, his eyes still full of vigilance.

"Grandpa, we are not bad people, and we would never hurt you. We are just freezing and looking for a place to warm up."

Lian Yiyun's sincerity eventually made the old man lower his guard a little. The old man looked outside the door again and saw that although there were a few people in the group who seemed to be martial arts practitioners, they were accompanied by women and children, so he figured they wouldn't be bad people.

"Come in." The old man stepped aside and gestured for the villagers inside the temple to make room for him.

The Lian family members went inside one after another, and the guards at the back closed the temple gate tightly.

There was only one bonfire inside the temple, and although everyone sat around it, they still felt a biting chill.

But the current situation is much better than the bitter cold outside.

"You must be the village headman here, sir?" Lian Jinghuai sat side by side with the old man from before.

Although the old man was old, his cloudy eyes still revealed stubbornness and perseverance.

The old man nodded and replied, "My surname is Yin, and I am the village head here."

"When I passed through the village just now, I saw that nine out of ten houses were empty. But when I saw the village head gathering all the villagers here, I couldn't help but admire your wisdom and decisiveness."

Muramasa nodded slightly, seemingly no longer in the energy to be modest. He turned his gaze outside, and his aged voice rang in everyone's ears.

“Our village mainly relies on hunting for a living, and every year before winter, we store up enough food for the whole winter.”

But this autumn, for some unknown reason, the imperial court repeatedly closed the mountains to the public. Without hunters entering the mountains, where would they find a livelihood?

We could have asked Zhangjia Village for help, but the heavy snow blocked the roads and cut off transportation.

The connection with Zhangjia Village was severed by heavy snow, transportation came to a standstill, and even sending messages became extremely difficult.

There was no other way; we had to save ourselves. I gathered all the villagers in this dilapidated temple. Firstly, it would be warmer with more people, and secondly, it would be safer.

Everyone was listening attentively to Muramasa's speech, except for Lian Rongrong, whose gaze was fixed on a corner of the dilapidated temple.