Fleeing the wasteland and farming: don't panic, the family's metaphysics boss

Chapter 38

Qingyu's family went out for only an hour and a half, and when they returned home, the originally empty house was turned into a mess.

The neatly made bed was overturned to the ground, and even the ground was dug several holes. These holes were located in the uneven places that the family had filled in yesterday.

Why, you don't need to think about it.

Last night, when the rice store was transporting rice, it must have alarmed the neighbors.The people living here are all poor people who have eaten their last meal and have not finished their next meal. Knowing that Qingyu's family has stockpiled food, if there is a slight cunning, they will come to steal it.

It's just that those little thieves never imagined that Mi was not in the house at all.

There are four pits on the ground, and each pit is at least half a meter high. Obviously, this was not dug by one or a family, but by a group of people.

As for the hoe and broom I bought yesterday, they were leaning against the wall, but they are no longer there.

The family of five was silent for a while, and finally Qingyu moved first, put the vegetables and meat into the back of the Xuannv hall, and said, "Clean up the shop first."

Several people went back to the house to tidy up their own beds, but after a while, everyone gathered in front of Qingyu again. It turned out that, except for their own two beds of torn cotton, the cotton quilts given by Pan Ming were all stolen.

Qingyu exhaled softly, and said slowly: "Then fill up the ground first."

To fill the land, you need a shovel, but the hoe has been stolen, and there are only two newly bought shovels.

Qingyu took out two shovels from Xuannv Hall and handed them to Shi'an and Hongtao, and then said to Zhufeng and Wenya: "If you lose something, you will be the elder brother and elder sister Lao."

Wen Ya took a look at Zhuifeng, and the two of them walked out knowingly.As soon as he reached the threshold, he heard Qing Yu say calmly: "If you don't know how to be a human being, teach them."

Wen Ya's suffocated breath finally burst into the face.Holding the iron sword she just bought, she strode out sullenly and walked along the dirt road to the alley. On the left was the yard that the broker showed them yesterday. There was no one in it, but there were people in the yard on the right.

Wen Ya stepped forward, kicked the closed courtyard door involuntarily, roaring like a lion, "Get out of here."

Her voice was violent and ferocious, which made people's hearts tremble.Zhu Feng who was following behind couldn't help trembling, thinking of the past: It is said that there was a small sect who bullied the disciples of the Xuanmen Mountain Pavilion, but Wen Ya kicked them out of their nest. Although those people were not killed, the sect did. was destroyed.Since then, Wen Ya's reputation has spread.

In Xuanmen, the only person who can restrain Wenya's temper is the junior sister of the sect leader, but the junior sister of the sect leader just said something. Zhufeng shivered and moved away a little, so as not to hurt himself.

The people living in the yard were startled when they heard the roar, and they didn't know whether they had just woken up or had woken up a long time ago. Anyway, the dressed man in the house came out, saw the kicked broken door, and asked angrily: "What are you crazy woman doing? Why are you kicking the door of my house?"

Wen Ya looked at him expressionlessly, "Hoe."

"What?" The man didn't understand at first, but in the next moment, he seemed to understand something again, but his eyes and expression changed quickly, with a confused look: "What kind of hoe, you came to kick my door early in the morning, you want to die." As he said that, he took out his own hoe and pointed it at Wen Ya.He could see that Wenya was not kind.

Wen Ya slowly raised her sword, pointed at the man with the tip of the sword, and said again: "Hoe."

The man was a little frightened by this momentum, and he backed involuntarily, while his voice was weak, "I don't know what kind of hoe, I only have this hoe in this room, if you don't believe me, search for it."

"Bring it." Wen Ya remained expressionless.

"This is my family's hoe. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. I've used it for a long time, and the handle of this hoe is worn out." He showed Wen Ya the bright handle of the hoe.

Wen Ya didn't even look at it, she stabbed forward fiercely with the iron sword in her hand, reaching directly between the man's eyebrows.

The man had seen such a scene before, his face turned pale with fright, he dropped the hoe and ran into the house, "Here is the hoe, you take it."

Wen Ya glanced at Zhuifeng, and hurriedly ran over to pick up the hoe.

Wen Ya followed and went into the house. The man was still closing the door, but he kicked him with a strong force. He was hit in the face by the kicked open door, and tears rolled in his eyes due to the pain.

Her action scared everyone in the room, including the man. The man fell to the ground and shouted, "I didn't take anything, I swear, I didn't take anything."

"Cotton wool." Wen Ya pointed the tip of her sword at the man.

The man was stunned, and howled again: "I didn't take your cotton wool, I swear, if I took it, my whole family would die, and I would kill my children and grandchildren."

"Cotton." Wen Ya pointed at the man's crotch with her sword point, and said ruthlessly, "Don't make me repeat it a third time."

The woman in the house was terrified, fearing that the crazy woman at the door would really kill her husband, so she immediately dragged the cotton wool out of her bed, "I'll give you all the cotton wool, don't kill him, this matter has nothing to do with us, We didn't take anything."

Wen Ya glanced at the cotton wool in front of her, it was black, dirty and tattered, "Dirty." She said a word in disgust, turned and left.

Zhufeng hurriedly followed with a hoe on his shoulder.

The two came to the next yard again, kicking open the gate as before, but this time, there was a man and a woman standing in the yard, the man was holding a sickle in his hand, and the woman was hiding behind the man, but there was also a sickle in her hand. Holding a kitchen knife.

Obviously, they heard the movement in the courtyard of the first family, so they made preparations in advance just in case.

Wen Ya said coldly again: "Hoe."

Although the man was afraid of the iron sword in her hand, he thought that the other party was a woman, even if she had a sword in her hand, it would be the same as the wife behind him.

Of course he didn't really want to chop, after all he didn't have the guts, but in Wen Ya's eyes, this action was extremely aggressive. There was an ear-piercing crash that made goose bumps all over your body.

The man's wrist was numb from the shock, and he involuntarily let go of the sickle, and the sickle swung along with the sword, flying far away, and he didn't know which courtyard it landed in.

This momentum, not to mention throwing a knife, even chopping his neck, the man was completely frightened, because he heard the sound from the yard next door, so he quickly clarified, "I didn't take anything from you, I even went to Haven't been there, I swear, I don't know anything."

Wen Ya remained expressionless with every single word: "Hoe."

The man was too frightened to say anything more, so he quickly handed over the hoe leaning against the wall, seeing that Zhufeng was carrying a hoe, he gave it to Zhufeng with both hands.

Chasing the wind carried two hoes, one on the left and one on the right, on his shoulders.

"Cotton wool." Wen Ya said again.

The man was stunned for a moment, and begged: "Woman, I will kowtow to you, my house only has a bed of cotton wool, and my family relies on that bed of cotton wool for the winter, please."

"Cotton wool." Wen Ya sent the point of her sword forward, her whole body was undeniably cold.

The man couldn't bear this posture, he stumbled back to the house to hug the cotton wool, just picked up the cotton wool on the bed, when he turned around, Wen Ya was standing behind him, he almost knelt down in fright, and hurriedly handed the cotton wool over.

Zhufeng sniffed it with his nose, and couldn't help but frowned. There was a sour smell, and he really didn't want it for him.

Wen Ya also had a disgusted look on her face, she didn't know whether it was more indifference or more ridicule, she snorted and went to the next house.

(End of this chapter)