flee from famine?Dressed to be vicious, the mother-in-law holds hundreds of billions of supplies!

If the stepmother was the only one fleeing from the famine, Dabao felt that the stepmother could live a good life by herself, thinking of the machine gun that the stepmother shot.

Even the group of people in the village are the burden of the stepmother. The reason why she acts with the villagers is only for them.

Thinking of it this way, I was even more moved.

The little girl lowered her head and picked her hands, her eyes were red, she stared at the meat-eating people from time to time, and one of them whispered, "Kill, kill, damn it, bad people can be killed."

Xiao Shan, who was standing next to the little girl, shuddered for no reason when he heard it.

His sister was overwhelmed.

Something scary in my mind!

Focusing on the younger sister and then looking at Xiaobai, Xiaoshan felt something was wrong. His younger brother Xiaobai was easy to pick up gold and jewels on the ground and even dig up ginseng. He looked ordinary, but he was not an ordinary person.

The little girl likes blood and kills people, and she will find happiness when others are afraid of scalp numbness, and her mind seems to be abnormal.

The elder brother, Dabao, is even more abnormal. In the past, he dragged three together, and when he was older, the three younger ones have evolved into facial paralysis. Except for occasionally smiling at his stepmother, he is usually a lump of ice.

In the whole family, he is the only one who is an ordinary normal person.

Of course, in an environment where the whole family is abnormal, a normal person like him would be very out of place.

Xiaoshan felt that he should be abnormal, and he began to try to discover his abnormal side.

Soon the people who entered the city were handpicked out, including the grandson of the village chief and a few strong and simple men, of course Yan Qingshu was still among them.

The purchase of supplies does not come together for the whole village, but for each household to purchase what they need individually.

What Yan Qingshu needs to do is to keep in mind what each household needs.

Before setting off, Yan Qingshu gave him the clarinet gun that Dabao often used.

"Don't go into the city with me. Remember to wake up a little bit at night. The environment outside looks unsafe. Living in nature, there may be far more harm from the same kind than animals.

These people will definitely take action, maybe they will unite to deal with us newcomers who have supplies at a glance. "

Dabao put the clarinet in his sleeve, his eyes fell on Yan Qingshu, with a maturity that didn't match his age, he pursed his lips: "I want to use the chug you used last time, that one is easier to use. "

"What the hell, how old are you, you really think you're a three-year-old Matrix prodigy coming out of the airport."

"Chicken farm? Hacker? What..." Dabao looked confused.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he knew that he was disgusted again, so he stood there helplessly watching Yan Qingshu walk towards the small city gate.

Purchasing in the city requires some things, and it is not possible to go in the morning and come out in the afternoon.

Not to mention that the things used by the people in a village are extremely large and messy, just eating is enough for them to compare for a day.

However, just in troubled times, how can food prices be cheap.

Under the current background, merchants who sell grain will not sell more at all. They hoard and raise prices on the spot. This is something that merchants understand in their bones. Merchants value profits. The more chaotic the world, the more money they make.

If a businessman can be kind, he is a saint, not a businessman.

When the people living in the small town saw the grain and oil shops open and white rice on the shelves, they immediately rushed over to buy them, fearing that they would not have anything to eat later.

People from Shilitun couldn't get in under such circumstances.

Food is not easy to buy, but it is much more convenient to buy cool clothes and other daily necessities, so the villagers split up and bought enough other necessary things, such as needlework, cloth, old clothes, shoes and hats, before trying to find a way to buy food.

There is food in her space, which is stored in a vacuum, and whatever state is put in, it will be in that state when it is taken out.

There are rice noodles, grains and oils.

But she had an intuition in her heart that these things would be of great use in the future, so they couldn't be used here for the time being.

Night falls.

The number of people on the street gradually decreased.There is not even a steamed bun seller on the side of the road.

Food seems to be extremely rare in the small town.

The faces of passers-by were extremely ugly.

Zhao Luwei, who was beside Yan Qingshu, was also the eldest grandson of the village. He stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, which was prone to starvation, and looked around and saw a bridge hole: "Let's rest here, shelter from the wind and rain, and have a look tomorrow." There is no food sold."

The rest of the people nodded, followed by a beach in the bridge hole, crowded each other and began to rest.

to the inn?

Is that necessary?

People fleeing famine are not particular, and they have no money. They are used to sleeping freely in the mountains and forests, so they are very satisfied with the current bridge hole.

At night, the sound of the watchman waking up the watch sounded.

The sleeping Yan Qingshu's eyes sparkled, she got up and got up, looked back at the resting villagers, turned around and disappeared into the street. ,

She came to the granary of the grain and oil shop.The locked door clicked open.

As a special talent, you have to use some special skills.

Such as unlocking.

However, there is not much food in the warehouse at all, not even enough for tomorrow's business sales.

The comfort of a small town is simply hypocritical.

As for the backyard where the merchants lived, there were only a few scattered maids and servants wandering around.

The merchant's family has disappeared.

For a moment, Yan Qingshu had a very bad premonition in his heart. The businessman left the place, leaving only ordinary people living in the small town. If they had no food or drink, what would happen to these people in the future?

What drastic means will there be?

Now it is a troubled time, if you are provoked a little by someone with a heart.

These people will—reverse!

There will also be conflicts between refugees outside and residents in small cities.

At that time...

After all, it will not be peaceful!

Yan Qingshu returned to the bridge hole, quietly woke up the people in the same village, and said in a low voice: "Let's leave the city quickly, it's not stable here, and there will be changes later."

The young and middle-aged men who followed her from Shilitun heard her words, did not raise the slightest suspicion, rubbed their eyes and followed her.

Even they don't understand what it means to change later.

But for Yan Qingshu's words, I feel convinced from the bottom of my heart.

A group of people bypassed the watchman and walked quietly to the gate of the city with light steps. The tall and old gate was tightly closed, guarded only by three or five sleepy and listless officials.

These few people got together to push Pai Gow.

There was only one thin man standing guard at the city gate.

If the refugees from outside rushed in, they would have no room to resist.

But... the refugees outside are also extremely quiet.

Except for the ignorant children who would cry softly in the middle of the night, and the faint chirping of insects at night, as if the world was really peaceful, the outsiders never thought of attacking.

Of course, she is clear in her heart. This is the deep-rooted fear of the refugees for officials. It has been deeply rooted for thousands of years. In a situation where there is no one to command, the ninja will not rebel even if he starves to death.

Before he died, he would count on the master inside to show kindness and give him a way to survive.

An honest man will always be an honest man as long as he is not at the last moment of death.

Walking to the gate of the city, seeing the dark gate, Yan Qingshu frowned, they couldn't afford to delay.

"What should I do?" Zhao Luwei, the eldest grandson of the village chief's family, turned his head and asked Yan Qingshu habitually.

Yan Qingshu pursed her lips and said, "Spend money, bribe."