Taking space to escape famine, Sister Wan killed everyone along the way

Chapter 147 Your abacus beads have all collapsed to the other side

Qin Wanwan slept soundly and woke up when everyone started cooking, but her head was no longer hers. Her head was dizzy and painful, especially her brain, which was throbbing with pain. Her eyes were also very dry and she wanted to sleep again.

"Sister, are you awake?" Qin Hao's voice sounded outside.

He didn't get a good rest today. As soon as he lay down, all he could think about was his sister lying on the mat, unable to wake up even if he called her. At this moment, he was squatting outside, his ears always paying attention to the movements in the tent. When he heard the sound, he hurried over.

"No," Qin Wanwan's voice was a little hoarse. "Ahao, I'll sleep a little longer. Tell my parents not to disturb me. I don't want to eat anymore. Just call me when you're about to leave."

Qin Wanwan now had a terrible headache and regretted that she had overdrawn her mental strength so much that she didn't even have the strength to go into the space to sleep. She fell directly into the tent and fainted.

"Okay, sister, go to sleep!" Qin Hao frowned again when he heard his sister's voice. Why did his sister look like she was sick?

He walked over to Song Shuyi and repeated what his sister had just said to his mother, and emphasized one more sentence to her, "Mom, please boil some hot water for my sister to drink."

"Okay, Mom will make some pancakes for your sister later so she can eat some when she wakes up."

Smoke rose from the cooking stove in Daqin Village, and the aroma of food soon wafted out. There was also the "gurgling" sound of boiling water. Why didn't I think the sound of boiling water was so pleasant before?

"Village chief, it seems that there should be a lot of food in Daqin Village. You see, they can even use lard to stir-fry dishes. Hiss~ Such a nice smell, and that water..." The people from Songjia Village walked up to Song Tao. Although they were talking to him, they looked towards Daqin Village without blinking, and their Adam's apples kept rolling.

Song Tao glanced at him indifferently and calmly gnawed the black-faced steamed bread in his hand. The steamed bread was mixed with bran, which made it difficult to swallow. In addition, he was extremely short of water, so he relied entirely on saliva to soften it in his mouth.

But how much saliva can a person who has no water to drink produce?

But they don't care. The most important thing now is to save their lives. Besides, they still have steamed buns to eat, while some people can't even afford grass roots!

After swallowing a mouthful of the steamed bread that was irritating to his throat with great effort, he said, "Well, the people in Daqin Village live better than us." Then he stopped talking and just gnawed the steamed bread in his hand seriously. A crumb fell off, and Song Tao picked it up without disgust and put it in his mouth, chewing it and eating it all.

Seeing that the village chief hadn't responded, the man became anxious again. "Village chief, after all, Songjia Village and Daqin Village are from the same place. As the saying goes, when fellow villagers meet, they shed tears! Let's not talk about whether they shed tears or not. Let's just say that when we fellow villagers meet in a different place, shouldn't we unite and help each other?

You help me and I help you. Traveling together on this famine-stricken road will give us greater strength. Wouldn't our safety be more guaranteed? Village chief, don't you agree?"

This time, Song Tao didn't eat the steamed bread anymore. Instead, he looked at him seriously. When the man thought he was going to have a fight, Song Tao asked again, "Just tell me what you mean. Don't beat around the bush!"

In fact, he understood, but he didn't want to understand. The abacus beads in his mind jumped to the other side. Didn't he see that someone on the other side was already watching this side vigilantly? It was probably because the eyes of the people from Songjia Village were too naked, which aroused their vigilance.

However, the man did not notice the defense of Daqin Village, but looked over there greedily, "Then I will speak directly, Village Chief Ang."

Song Tao glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to chew his steamed bun. The man was originally quite greedy for the steamed bun in the village chief's hand, but compared with the one opposite, it was nothing.

"Village Chief, why don't you go talk to them and talk to them about how our two villages can move forward together? There's strength in numbers, and our village has more people. So, in the end, Daqin Village will always benefit!"

He had a good idea. Daqin Village would definitely not give them food and water for no reason. But what if they were together? He couldn't let them eat and drink while he watched, right?

He was confident that the people of Daqin Village would be willing to go with Songjia Village. After all, Songjia Village had a larger population than Daqin Village, and since fleeing famine, a group of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled had been eliminated, and the remaining people were mostly strong laborers. In this age of robbery and killing, having more people means greater power, and no one can resist this temptation!

"Ha," the village chief sneered, "Didn't you see their attitude this morning? Don't you understand? If you think the people of Daqin Village need us, then go and ask them yourself. If they agree, I'll let you be the village chief! I won't say a word!"

"Village chief..." The man was a little hesitant. Although he thought it was a good suggestion, the attitude of the people in Daqin Village this morning was really scary, as if they would chop them with knives if they dared to step forward.

Moreover, the people in Daqin Village are really weird. No one knows where they found so many big knives. Almost every strong laborer has one, and even some women have them. If you don’t know, you might think they are robbing bandits.

Before I knew it, the truth about this person came out.

"What's the matter? I agree with your proposal. Go ahead and tell me. I strongly support you. If you succeed, I will give you the position of village chief. From now on, our family, no, our entire village will listen to you. Isn't that enough?" Song Tao glanced at him.

The man bit his lip and wanted to rush up on impulse, but when he thought of the scene in the morning, his calves trembled.

Especially when they saw Song Zhu and his wife lying there, they had been lying there for two or three hours. At the beginning, they fought each other and were unrecognizable. Then Song Xiangdong and the others punched and kicked them. Finally, the kid from the Qin family poured a porcelain bottle of medicinal powder on them. No one knew what the powder was. After pouring it on the two of them, the two began to scratch around on the mountain.

Oh my God, they had seen a lot of life and death during their long escape from famine, but they had never seen anything so miserable. Their bodies were covered in bloody streaks, but the itch was still not relieved, so they continued to scratch, even taking off all their clothes and rubbing them against the tree. The force was so strong that it scratched their flesh and skin, and their bodies were covered in blood. The two men scratched like this for half an hour before they lay on the ground motionless.

No one from Songjia Village went forward to see whether the two men were dead or not. Even their families did not go to take a look, and they did not even think of collecting the bodies.

Oh, no, it’s not certain yet whether the two people are dead or not, so we can’t talk about collecting the bodies.