messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 46

Pingkou, this is a small village not far from the county and Shanghai. There are not many villages nearby. If you don’t want to sleep in the wilderness, travelers and businessmen who pass by this area will usually choose to rest here before turning around. To Junhu.

This makes the life of the villagers in the village fairly prosperous. After all, the more people flow, the more trade and commodity circulation will occur.

However, it has not been very good in the past few years. Because of the famine in the south, a large number of hungry people began to flee to nearby places, and a large part of them entered the area around Junhu.

Hungry people can do anything, people need food for peace, this is an unchanging law since ancient times, either stealing or robbing, those hungry people will disturb the peace everywhere.

This includes villages at crossroads like Pingkou, who were almost the first to be disturbed.

But if this is the case, it will not make the life of the villagers too difficult.After all, hungry people are just hungry people, they wander aimlessly, and there will always be a day when they leave.

The most important problem is that some hungry people eventually gathered in the nearby forests and became bandits because they had no food for a long time.

They did not know where they found weapons, and they often threatened and looted nearby villages and robbed them of food.Moreover, they moved very quickly, and would flee back to the forest after almost robbing the food. No one knew their exact location, and few people could actively find them.

Some people roughly estimated that this group of bandits has reached 30 to [-] people, each of them is equipped with a knife, and the villagers in the small village who only have farm tools in their hands dare not resist them.

In Pingkou Village, a child was sitting in front of the door, staring at a white flower in the grass in a daze. On the white flower was a white butterfly, as if he was staring at the child, and remained motionless.

If nothing else happens, maybe the kids can spend a day here.

Several peasant women were drying their clothes outside the house. The wind blew the wet clothes and shook them, shaking off the water, and it was still cool when it fell on the people.

But at this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the village.

A farmer panicked and ran into the village carrying a hoe. He ran back to his home and closed the door tightly.

The peasant women who were drying clothes heard the commotion and looked in the direction of the village entrance. When they saw the people coming, they immediately became flustered, dropped the clothes in their hands, and fled back to the house , locked the door.

For almost a short period of time, all the villagers hid back in their houses, and some bold ones only dared to sneak a few glances at the outside through the windows.

Only the child was still sitting in front of the house, his parents were not at home, he raised his head innocently, not knowing what happened.

Outside the village, a group of people walked into the village. They were wearing gray-black cloth clothes and clogs on their feet. They all held shining blades in their hands. Some carried the blades on their shoulders, while others casually hanging on the ground.

This group of people is bandits formed by the hungry people nearby, but they can no longer be called hungry people, and now they are more like bandits than real bandits.

"Hey!"

A man who looked like a leader came out from among the bandits and shouted loudly into the empty street.

"Is this how you treat your guests?"

There was not a sound in the street, not even a soul except a child.All the villagers hid in their houses and dared not speak a word.

The bandit leader glanced at his mouth, held the knife in his hand, and scanned the street back and forth. Finally, his eyes fell on the child on the street.

He grinned, showing his smoky yellow and uneven teeth, lifted his steps, and strode to the child's side.

"Child." He said, picked up the knife in his hand, and patted the child's face with the blade.

"Where are your parents?"

The child stared blankly at the leader and blinked.

"not at home."

"So, do you know where your family's money is kept?" The leader raised the blade in his hand horizontally, and pressed the blade against the child's neck.

"do not know."

The child shook his head innocently, he really didn't know, he didn't even know what was hanging around his neck.

"Tsk." The leader's face darkened, he put the knife down from the child's neck, straightened up, and looked into the village again.

"Hey!"

He yelled: "We only got a little money and food today, you'd better give it to me now."

"If you don't give it." The leader's eyes became gloomy.

"Don't blame us for grabbing it!"

The street was still silent, and none of the villagers dared to say a word.

In front of these "samurai" with swords, they have never had any room to resist.

The leader waited for a long time, but seeing that no one took the initiative to hand over the money and food, he raised his head and patted his face with a helpless expression.

But the next moment, he turned around and looked at the bandit behind him with a ferocious expression.

"Then brothers, we can only take it ourselves!"

On the faces of the bandits, there was an expression that could not be told whether it was excitement or sternness.

"Oh!"

They roared loudly and raised their sharp knives.

It looked like a group of evil spirits howling.

The leader nodded and looked at the child in front of him with a smile. The corners of his mouth were raised even higher, and he raised the knife in his hand. His shadow enveloped the child.

In the shadows, the child innocently looked at the person grinning at him, as if he had no idea what was going to happen.

"that."

Just as the leader's knife was about to fall, a man stopped him.

"Ah." The knife in the leader's hand stopped, and he looked back with disappointment.

Only then did he realize that at some point, two people walked in from the entrance of the village. They were two women, and they were holding an umbrella on a sunny day.

The one who stopped the leader was a woman in a light pink dress under the umbrella.

All the Bandit's gazes were focused on the two people under the umbrella not far away.

Under the gaze of so many people, the woman's voice is still flat and pleasant.

"Can we ask for directions?"

(End of this chapter)