Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Chapter 452 Going Back Together?

Chen Qingjiao felt a little relieved after thinking about everything that had happened in the past few years.

"Yes, just like Mother, I believe Father will be alright."

They survived the famine and the war; they will surely live a peaceful and prosperous life from now on.

Zhao Yan was unaware of their sadness; she was at home pondering what kind of useful weapon to buy for Yang Sanlang.

Submachine guns are too big and inconvenient to carry. After thinking for a long time, it seems that only the smallest PPK and hand grenades are the most suitable to carry.

So, when Yang Sanlang returned from the palace, she pulled him into her study and secretly gave him a very simple PPK and thousands of bullets.

"Do you know what this is?"

Yang Sanlang stared blankly at the PPK in his hand, his eyes slightly startled.

"This is... the one you used to use?"

If he remembered correctly, he had seen Yan'er use this before.

Zhao Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled and nodded at him, saying, "Yes, this is called a PPK pistol, and these are bullets. This thing is more lethal than a compound crossbow, so you must be very careful when using it."

She glanced up at Yang Sanlang and asked knowingly, "Do you know how to use it? If not, I'll teach you."

Yang Sanlang felt a pang of sadness and gently shook his head. "No."

How could he possibly know how to use this thing right away when he first touched it?

"Watch me use it."

Zhao Yan took the PPK from Yang Sanlang's hand, attached a silencer to it, and then pulled the trigger, aiming at the wooden chair leg.

With a very slight "bang," one leg of the wooden chair was hit by a bullet and instantly split in two.

Upon seeing this, Yang Sanlang's pupils dilated sharply, and he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. This PPK was truly incredibly powerful!

Just how many big secrets does his daughter Yan'er hold?

"Yan'er, do you have many more of these?"

Zhao Yan glanced at him, then shook her head and nodded.

“I don’t have many here, but I could have plenty if I wanted to. However…”

Yang Sanlang asked impatiently, "But what?"

"However, you'd better hide this thing well, just like a hand grenade. If the enemy gets their hands on it, there will be endless trouble."

Although there is no electricity or raw materials at this time, there is no guarantee that the other party will be able to find relevant materials based on clues.

Therefore, it's best to avoid some things if possible.

Upon hearing this, Yang Sanlang felt a chill run down his spine.

that's true.

I was thinking that if everyone had one of these, wouldn't the barbarians be able to take it down without lifting a finger?

But just as Yan'er said, this PPK pistol is just like a grenade; it's something that can't be exposed to the light.

That's it.

He'll have to play it by ear then.

Zhao Yan observed him for a long time before reiterating, "Sanlang, I'm giving you these things so that you can have a chance to survive when danger comes. You should avoid showing these things to others if possible. Don't think that having more of these things is a good thing; in fact, having too many of these things can have unimaginable consequences."

Think back to those years of fighting those bastards, how many of our compatriots died? They were countless.

War is the most brutal and the most despicable thing is those in power and plunderers who only know how to enjoy themselves.

Yang Sanlang remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"Don't worry, Yan'er, I know what I'm doing."

"Ah."

Zhao Yan nodded, then took out five more hand grenades and asked Yang Sanlang, "Do you want to take these with you? Actually, it's okay if you don't. These things make too much noise, and it would be hard to explain if you used them."

She had just given him several thousand bullets, enough for him to defend himself.

In this era, no weapon is more lethal than the PPK.

Yang Sanlang, recalling how apprehensive he always was when carrying grenades, immediately shook his head and said, "You're right, I won't bring this. I won't need it. Don't worry, Yan'er, that pistol is just fine."

Lightweight and compact, easy to carry, and he doesn't have to worry about accidentally igniting his gun and injuring himself.

"That's it."

Seeing that he refused, Zhao Yan put the grenade back into her spatial storage cabinet.

It was late at night, and she had finished saying what she needed to say and was about to go back to sleep when Yang Sanlang suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Yan'er..."

Zhao Yan turned her head and saw the intense fire in Yang Sanlang's eyes. She immediately raised her arm and slapped the man on the head in an annoyed manner.

"Get rid of all that colorful nonsense in your head! What are you thinking about right now, buddy? Go to sleep!"

"Yang Sanlang, I'm warning you, if you don't come back safe and sound, I'll take the children and hide far away so you'll never find us again!"

Yang Sanlang was stunned for a moment after being hit, but he quickly came to his senses.

Seeing that his wife was angry, he put aside his frivolous thoughts, pulled Zhao Yan into his arms and hugged her tightly, repeatedly promising, "Yan'er, I was wrong, I will definitely come back safely, don't be angry, don't be angry. Getting angry is bad for your health, let's not be angry anymore."

Seeing his cautious and timid demeanor, Zhao Yan nestled in the man's arms and secretly pouted.

That's more or less.

At a time like this, he still has the mood to think about this and that?

I don't know if he got kicked in the head by a donkey.

The two hugged silently for a while, but Zhao Yan was so sleepy that she couldn't stand it anymore. She took the initiative to break free from Yang Sanlang's embrace and went back to the room to rest.

After being scolded, Yang Sanlang finally behaved himself and obediently followed his wife back to the room to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Yang Sanlang, Chen An, and the others got up early. Once everyone had arrived, they bid farewell to Zhao Yan and the others, and left the capital with their men.

Dou Xingyan grabbed Zhao Yan's arm, her eyes immediately welling up with tears.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan was both amused and exasperated.

"Alright, Xingyan, stop crying. Your brother Yang and the others are very capable. How could those barbarians possibly be a match for them? Don't worry, your brother Yang and the others will be fine."

Dou Xingyan cried and said, "I know that Brother Yang will be alright. I... I just couldn't control my emotions."

Yang Sanlang was not her biological brother, but he was more like a brother to her than a biological brother.

How could she not worry when she saw them heading north to face those dangers?

Zhao Yan patted her shoulder and said nothing more, simply standing silently by her side.

Who says she isn't worried?

She just doesn't express her emotions.

Watching Yang Sanlang's departing figure, she silently thought: Sanlang, you must come back safely.

The day after Yang Sanlang, Chen An, and the others left the capital, Zhao Yan and the others also prepared to return to the farm.

Dou Xingyan and Shen Yu are already married, and they have nothing to do in the capital, so they might as well go back to the farm sooner.

It's time to harvest sweet potatoes.

When Dou Xingyan learned that they were also leaving, she immediately hugged Zhao Yan and started crying again.

"Waaaaah—Sister Zhao, why didn't you stay in the capital a little longer? I don't want you to leave!"

Zhao Yan patted her shoulder twice helplessly, and finally said, "Since you're so reluctant to leave, why don't you come back with us?"