Sure enough, many people looked at each other with twinkling expressions, slowed down, and moved farther away from Dong Tieniu and his family.

Of course, there are also smart ones, such as Dong Chunlei, who imitated Dongming Ziyu to arrange the formation at home.

In this way, the team became neat and stretched.

Light a torch and move slowly on the dry river bed, like a winding stream.

When the tide returns at night, everyone stops and digs when they see a moist place. Even if they find some wet mud and eat it, they can add some moisture.

Under the cover of darkness, Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli repeated their old tricks and "found" two water holes. Although they couldn't drink enough, the family was able to share two buckets of water without dying of thirst.

After digging the hole all night, everyone collapsed on the riverbed from exhaustion, their stomachs growling with hunger.

Dong Youliang crawled to Mr. Dong and sat down, lifted up his trouser legs and patted the grain bag on his belly, "Dad, we have food, what should we do? If we cook, those people will definitely pounce on us like hungry wolves. If we don't do it,

, our family will also starve?"

Dalang had already secretly told Mr. Dong how he obtained the grain and cloth. From the moment he found out, he began to think about what to do.

There are about forty kilograms of grain in total, which is not enough for a big family like myself. How can I take care of more than 200 people?

Other people's homes are not without a grain of rice. As soon as there is water, some people have already begun to cook porridge in pots.

Mrs. Qian also took her four daughters-in-law and started cooking porridge. They couldn't go hungry without food. At worst, they would make the porridge a little thinner and add more dry leaves and roots.

However, she ignored the unique aroma of food and ignored the sensitivity of people who are about to starve to death to the aroma of food.

Many people smelled the smell and came not far away, looking at their pots with gleaming eyes. The children ate their fingers and watched eagerly, laughing and talking.

There was a child who was ignorant and started to cry.

However, no one dared to ask for it, and no one dared to kowtow to moral kidnapping like before, because they were afraid that Dong Tieniu and his gang would abandon them.

No one kowtowed and cried for mercy, but Dong Tieniu couldn't bear it.

He rubbed his face with his big, dry hands, endured the heartache, and said to Dongming Ziyu: "Si'er, give your brother Chunlei a small bag of millet and ask him to distribute it to the villagers."

Each family can also share a handful of food, so at least they don't have to watch around their family.

Dongming Ziyu lifted up his trouser legs, untied a small bag of about five kilograms of millet tied to his legs, sent it to Dong Chunlei, and conveyed Dong Tieniu's words.

As the son of the eldest son, Dong Chunlei's family is in good condition. Rice grains can be seen in the porridge, and of course the most are dried vegetable leaves, bran and other items.

When I saw the small bag of millet, my eyes suddenly turned red and I quickly announced the good news to everyone.

Everyone had been watching Dongming Ziyu's movements for a long time. When they heard Dong Chunlei's words, they suddenly smiled and knelt down to kowtow to Mr. Dong, thanking him profusely.

Mr. Dong said to Qian with a face: "Add more rice to our pot, and while there is water, bake the white flour into cakes, share one for each person, and then secretly take a bite to save money."

Everyone watches every time I cook.”

So Dayun, Xiaoyun and the second aunt's family all contributed their pots, and the women began to bake pancakes.

Dongming Ziyu took Shangguan Ruoli to find a place to carry people, took off his clothes and untied the grain bag, allowing Shangguan Ruoli to take the opportunity to enter the space, took out a small bag of flour, and divided it among the original small bags.

inside.

Anyway, it was going to be divided among three groups of people. Dong Youliang and Dalang couldn't estimate the extra bag.

Shangguan Ruoli also took out sugar and salt and mixed them into the flour to increase physical strength.

Qian was very rare for such fine white flour. Even in good times, he could not eat such good flour. When making pancakes, he mixed some sorghum flour into it.

Shangguan Ruoli also set up a small pot, secretly put some oil in it, and started frying the noodles. When the time comes, use water to make porridge for the children to drink. If it is inconvenient, you can eat it dry.

The aroma of cooking filled the valley. There was rice in the pot, and even though the smell of pancakes was a little too strong, no one was around to drool.

Suddenly, many shabby and skinny people appeared on the river embankment.

Someone shouted: "I said it was the aroma of cooking, but you still don't believe it! Take a look, right?"

"Let's go down and ask for some!"

"Yes! They occupied our village's river and stole our water. We must give them food!"

Those people, old and young, men and women, all held shovels, hoes and other weapons in their hands, like hungry wolves who saw the meat and rushed down from the river embankment, bringing with them billows of smoke and dust.

Without Dongming Ziyu's reminder, the young and old men gulped down the porridge in their bowls, picked up the porridge, and protected the old, weak, women, children and things behind them.

Dongming Ziyu picked up a woodcutter he took out from the space, rushed forward, and chopped at the leading men.

The men were also anxious and started digging at him with their hoes. However, with a "click", the handle of the hoe was cut off by him, leaving only half of the stick in his hand.

Dong Tieniu picked up a dung fork and rushed over, "Damn, I'll fight you!"

Dalang waved his shovel and said, "Slap you to death!"

The boss's men and half-grown children all got in. The men from other families hesitated a little, and then they also rushed up, copying the guy.

For a moment, smoke and dust billowed from the river bed, and there was a chaotic mess of curses, screams, and cries.

Mrs. Qian was worried about her husband, children and grandchildren, and also worried about food. She said to her daughter-in-law and daughter: "Quick! Stop burning them, pack them all up!"

Shangguan Ruoli knew that Dongming Ziyu would not suffer any loss, so he continued to stir-fry the half-cooked flour in the pot.

As soon as Qian and the others put away the baked cakes and grains, three men rushed over, pushed them away, grabbed the food bags and ran away.

Mr. Qian roared angrily: "You son of a bitch! You bastard!"

Shangguan Ruoli took a look and saw that it was the gangster whose hair was shaved off by Dongming Ziyu. He and two men came to grab food while the men were in unison!

She threw the shovel in her hand and hit the acupuncture point on the back of the dog's head.

The dog snorted, fell to the ground and fainted.

At the same time, Shangguan Ruoli caught up with a fire stick, kicked another man down, and hit the third man on the head with the stick in his hand.

"Ah!" The man screamed and lay down on the ground.

During this time, Qian and his other daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law had already arrived, snatched back the grain bags, and started beating and kicking them.

Gouzi's family and the two men's families all came to interfere with each other. Gradually, a group of women started to fight together.

When Dong Tieniu saw that his women and children were being bullied by the villagers, he brought his children and grandchildren back to kill them.

When Dong Chunlei saw that people from other villages were beaten away, he ran back quickly and roared: "Stop!"

Everyone stopped, breathing heavily, and stared angrily.

Dong Tieniu did not argue with the truth and said in disappointment: "Let's break up! No one can follow us!"

Some villagers said anxiously: "No! What Gouzi and the others did has nothing to do with us!"
Chapter completed!