It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 149

After discussing the situation in the past few days, we learned that many disaster victims had moved into the yard of the farm.

On the night of the attack on the city, many people did not follow the crowd, but chose an area on the outskirts of the city where officials and wealthy people had villas and farms.

They climbed over high walls to fight for food or gold and silver valuables, and during the process they had fierce confrontations with the owners or their companions, resulting in many casualties.

Because everyone moved out in time, no one stopped them and the victims were able to move freely through Fu Nulang's farm.

In addition, there were not many valuable items in the house, and the unharvested granary was too empty. Many people did not want to waste time harvesting the grain themselves, so they quickly left and rushed to the next farm to search.

Only a few people, due to various considerations such as lack of strength or unwillingness to continue taking risks, finally chose to stay in the village and choose a house to take shelter.

With a house to live in and food to eat, within two days, their original anger and cruelty disappeared.

When Zhou Li came over, the victims in the village saw that he was alone and there was no vicious look on his face, so they were not very wary.

It was not until Zhou Li threatened to use force to forcibly vacate the two houses on the right side of the front yard that it was too late for the victims to unite and resist.

Because Zhou Li stopped and did not continue to target others, nor did he steal other people's food, the only unlucky ones were those two families.

When Zhou Li led a group of girls into the house, the people living in the next few rooms quietly opened their doors and looked in.

At this time, most of the disaster victims who went out to look for food have returned. The village is noisy, but the pressure on everyone is unexpectedly relieved a lot - Miss Fu's safety has finally been taken over by professional guards.

Fu Weixin also felt a little relieved. At last, her safety was no longer tied to Jiang Yan, Chunying or Yile, who might leave at any time to get information.

A few days ago, when she was protected by only a man who knew some fighting skills, she could only keep her body tense, worried that she would encounter a group of rioters and would not be able to escape.

Now, although the surroundings were full of mixed people and he had to share a room with Baoqin and the others, Fu Weixin felt that after the training he had gone through in the morgue and the dilapidated land temple, it was not unbearable.

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On the second day after returning to the farm, Jiang Yan, Yile, and Tingying went out early in the morning to look for food. They were a large group, and Zhou Li had no food reserves. If they couldn't find any, they would go hungry tonight.

All the edible things in the surrounding fields had been dug up by the disaster victims. Jiang Yan and her companions had to walk farther and farther, spending at least half an hour searching for edible plants on the nearest hillside.

There were not many disaster victims who had come to the small hillside. Jiang Yan and her friends searched for several hours before they came down the mountain carrying two baskets of green leaves and one basket of what appeared to be wild yams.

Jiang Yan and Yi Le wove the basket on the spot by picking up rattan from the hillside. Neither of them had good skills and they had to waste many branches before they could make a rattan basket that was barely intact.

The holes of varying sizes had to be covered with large leaves to prevent the edible green leaves they picked from falling through.

It was also during the process of pulling the vines that Jiang Yan discovered a long tuber that was suspected to be yam.

The reason why it is called suspected is that Jiang Yan feels that they look very similar but cannot confirm it completely, and Yile and Tingying have never seen them before so they can't do anything about it.

Adhering to the belief of never missing out on any starchy food, the three of them unanimously decided to dig some down the mountain. What if Chunying or Zhou Li knew them?

Jiang Yan gently scratched the back of her hand, which had accidentally touched the mucus, feeling that it was about right. Then she began to wonder how many wild yams might be hidden under the small patch of land they had discovered today, whether they had grown, and whether they would have enough to eat for a few days...