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

"Bullshit! I didn't attract any refugees!"

"It's all because of you hungry ghosts, insisting on lighting a fire to cook meat!"

"If it weren't for the smell of meat you created attracting the attention of those refugees, my Erlang wouldn't have died."

Thinking of Erlang, who died with his eyes wide open in death down the mountain, Yang Zhangshi burst into tears.

"Waaaah—my poor Erlang—"

Yesterday, the villagers of Chenjiagou, driven by hunger, led by Niu Pozi's youngest son, Chen Chong, to hunt wild rabbits throughout the woods.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but in the frenzied chase, they actually caught a nest of gray rabbits.

Chen Chong took the initiative and cooked two large pots of fragrant wild rabbit soup for everyone.

Although each person only got to taste a piece of rabbit meat, the soup was unlimited, and everyone drank two large bowls.

"Howl! Howl! The person is dead, who are you howling for?"

The old woman was furious and grabbed a handful of dry soil, throwing it at Yang Zhangshi.

"Don't tell me your family didn't eat the rabbit meat last night, or drink the broth!"

"You ate our food and drank our water, and you still dare to complain about us! Don't try to act innocent after getting the benefits!"

"If I had known your family were such ungrateful scoundrels, I shouldn't have shared the rabbit meat with you yesterday!"

"you--"

Yang Zhangshi's features were ferocious, and she secretly held a fist-sized stone in her hand.

Just as he raised his arm to strike Granny Niu, Granny Niu's youngest son, Chen Chong, suddenly stood in front of his mother, watching Yang Zhangshi's every move with a half-smile.

Yang Zhangshi's eyes darted away, and she quietly withdrew her arm.

"W-what do you want to do?"

Don't think she's afraid of them just because she lost Erlang; she still has Dalang.

Thinking of Yang Dalang, she felt a surge of resentment.

You spineless coward!

His mother was bullied so badly, why isn't that bastard Yang Dalang coming to the rescue!

Chen Chong's eyes narrowed, and a faint smile appeared on his thin face, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

“Aunt Yang, I’m sparing your family from being part of Chenjiagou. But as you just saw, those refugees on the mountain are different from us. They have big knives. If they catch you, you’ll die.”

At this point, his tone suddenly dropped eight degrees, "You'd better keep your mouth shut. If anyone hears another howl, I won't hesitate to be the bad guy and expel your whole family from Chenjiagou."

At this time, fleeing famine alone carries a much higher risk of danger than fleeing in a group.

Chen Chong understood the implications.

Yang Zhangshi, an old woman who had lived longer than him, understood the reasoning even better.

"you--"

She puffed out her cheeks, wanting to throw a tantrum but not daring to, and feeling extremely resentful. So she pointed at Chen Chong and her body trembled.

Wang Feng rushed over with her son in her arms and grabbed her mother-in-law's wrist.

"Oh dear, Mother, please stop making a fuss. Those refugees are arresting people everywhere. Erlang, Erlang is gone. You must live well."

As she spoke, she forced out two sad tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she turned to look at Chen Chong, she looked rather pitiful.

“Brother Chen Chong, my mother is heartbroken over Erlang’s death. Please don’t take it to heart. Don’t worry, I will keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t make a sound again.”

Why make a fuss at a time like this?

Does it only stop when those refugees catch us?

She gripped Yang Zhangshi's wrist tightly, her eyes dark and displeased. But when she glanced at Chen Chong, her expression quickly changed, becoming both ingratiating and aggrieved.

Chen Chong glanced at her silently.

"You had better keep your word."

He left a message and continued walking into the mountains.

The villagers of Chenjiagou implicitly regarded Chen Chong as their leader. Seeing him lead the way away, they glared fiercely at Yang Zhangshi and followed him.

Regardless, let's get rid of those refugees first.

"How long are you going to keep catching them?"

Yang Zhangshi flung Wang Feng's grip away, her face, which had become much thinner, contorted with rage. She gritted her teeth and growled, "Stop scheming! Erlang is just dead. If you dare to go out and mess around, I'll beat you to death, you slut, for Erlang's sake!"

Don't think she didn't see the flirtatious exchanges between Wang Feng and Chen Chong.

snort!

She's not dead yet, and she won't tolerate that lowly hussy jumping around on her son's head.

Staring at her mother-in-law with a murderous gaze, Wang Feng instinctively trembled.

However, she quickly realized her current predicament, and a suppressed sneer appeared on her lips.

"Mother, what are you saying? How could I be that fickle woman? Erlang just died!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the people from Chenjiagou had already gone far away. Her body trembled, and she hurriedly picked up her son and left.

"Oh, Mother, let's not talk about it anymore, let's hurry up and go, everyone's already far away."

"You shameless slut! You'll regret this!"

Yang Zhangshi cursed under her breath, glanced around at the quiet forest, and was so frightened that she scrambled after him, tumbling and crawling.

The refugees from the south searched the woods on both sides of the official road, but in the end they only managed to capture a dozen or so people.

There were seven able-bodied men, two children, and the rest were young women who had survived.

"Boss, these are all that's left. The others either committed suicide or were killed by our own people for resisting."

The roguish-looking man, carrying a large knife, said with a look of disdain.

These dozen or so skinny guys aren't enough to feed their group for even a few meals. I wonder what the boss is really planning.

The scarred man narrowed his eyes, paused for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Tie these back and keep an eye on them first. You take a dozen or so brothers and cut off the thighs of the dead ones to bring back for the brothers tonight."

The roguish man's eyes immediately turned red.

"okay."

"vomit--"

"Uuuuuu——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so Chenjiagou villagers whose hands and feet were tied were all trembling with fear.

Three young men, already suffering from multiple cuts and in a daze from the pain, rolled their eyes and fainted completely after hearing the scarred man's words.

The thuggish-looking guy went up and kicked each of them.

"Damn! Three more dead. Look at these cowardly bastards, they're a disgrace to men."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

The scarred man gave a cold rebuke and walked away with a sullen face.

If you die, you will die.

He asked for their opinions before killing them; they were unwilling to join, so they couldn't blame him.

These refugees from the south dismembered the dead people in Chenjiagou, leaving only two sections of thigh meat, and discarded the rest of the corpses.

They led a dozen or so surviving prisoners back to the nearby camp.

They cooked and ate meat soup to their hearts' content, and the lively atmosphere lasted until midnight. It was a wonderful time.

More than fifty people from Chenjiagou huddled together in a small cave on the mountain, spending the night in close proximity.

the next morning.

Chen Chong led four young men down the mountain secretly to investigate the situation.