Song Yuanhuanzhi

The impact of the drought still spread to the stalagmite village.

Maybe it was because they were too hungry. The refugees felt that they would die if they just waited for death. If they came to fight, there might be a glimmer of hope for life.

Besides, there are so many of them, there is always a place where the bandits can't stop them.

Those refugees tried to break through the gate one after another, but one after another died in the hands of the bandits.

Song Yi and Qing Qing were brought to a place relatively close to the back mountain.If it is not stopped, these children can still rush into the mountains to find a place to hide. Compared with food, these children should not receive too much attention in their eyes, which can save their lives.

Song Yi was carrying a bow and arrow, and the quiver was full of arrows.

Song Yi has a strong sense of belonging to the stalagmite village. He stands in front of him with a bow and arrow on his back. He looks around vigilantly in the posture of a protector. The other children behind him are also quiet, for fear that any movement will attract refugees. come over.

After all, the stalagmite village is not a city, and the terrain is not easy to defend and difficult to attack. With few enemies and many enemies, there will always be fish that slip through the net.

Song Yi hid in a corner and suddenly found a few refugees sneaking in ahead.

Song Yi clenched the bow and arrow in her hand, and gestured for silence to the other children who also noticed something strange behind her.

When he was about to let the children retreat secretly, a refugee with a dusty face and a smell stopped them and said, "Children! Where is your warehouse?"

It was a little boy who was caught. The little boy was so frightened by such a sudden scene that he burst into tears. Other ignorant children also burst into tears when they saw this. This series of chain reactions made those sensible brothers and sisters panic. Hands on the ground to appease.

Such a big movement alarmed the bandits not far away. Naturally, it is impossible for so many children to be unguarded, but just now there was a movement from the other side, and they went to check. Who would have known that these refugees would still make a fuss. This set.

Seeing such a big commotion, the refugee must have alarmed others, he thought for a while, and quickly picked up the little boy.

Qingqing anxiously shouted: "Sier!"

Seeing this, Song Yi gritted his teeth. Si'er is the youngest son of his uncle next door. He usually helps him a lot. If he is taken away by refugees, he will die at that time!

Song Yi told Qingqing to stay where she was, and he hurriedly followed.

Qingqing stamped her feet angrily!
Uncle Da Zhuang, why aren't they here yet!
Song Yi followed closely behind. Seeing the other party running away, he gritted his teeth and directly took out an arrow from the quiver and put it on the bow.

His hands were shaking constantly.

He never thought that one day the subjects he would shoot would change from animals to people.

Song Yi looked at Si'er who was struggling on the refugee's shoulder, and tried his best not to shake his hands. His hit rate was too low, but fortunately, Si'er was on his shoulder, so he could avoid hurting Si'er as long as he shot below the waist.

Song Yi aimed the arrow at the refugees. At this moment, his eyes revealed a firm look. Everything around him seemed to be frozen, and his hands no longer trembled. He counted three silently in his heart. The arrow shot towards the refugee with such momentum, Song Yi stared at the front without blinking, at this moment he felt that the time was very long.

When the arrow pierced into the skin, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The refugee was hit by an arrow, and his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. Si'er also fell to the ground because of his loss of strength.

Song Yi took the opportunity to run over and hug Si'er back.

Song Yi hugged Si'er to look at the refugees and ran away without daring to look at the refugees.

On the way back, Song Yi met several people from Da Zhuang, and before Da Zhuang could ask, Song Yi pointed at the back and spoke very fast: "Turn left at Uncle Li's room."

After hearing the words, Da Zhuang and the others hurried over.

Only now did Song Yi dare to slow down.

When the stone in his heart fell back, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. Si'er was beside him, holding Song Yi's hand tightly, and crying loudly.

Song Yi tried to get up, but fell to the ground again, his heart was beating extremely fast, his whole body was covered with cold sweat, he was afraid.

Song Yi suddenly felt that the whole world was hanging upside down, and his vision became more and more blurred. In a trance, he felt as if someone hugged him, and the voice of Sier in his ear gradually disappeared, and the boundless darkness slowly came and swallowed him.

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Apocalypse first year
Song Yi has been in the stalagmite village for more than ten years, and now he has grown into a young man who looks thin but has strong muscles inside.

Qingqing has also become a slim little girl.

Qingqing taught Song Yi the tricks she learned from her father today.

Song Yi has a good memory, and can basically memorize it after one or two times, and the rest is just more practice.

Song Yi gathered his momentum and walked under the tree, sat opposite Qingqing, poured several cups of cold water in a row, Qingqing on the opposite side said with a frown, "Song Yi, my father received the news that the newly appointed magistrate may suppress the bandits."

Song Yi put down the water glass and said, "We have lived in peace for so many years, the village master will definitely find a way."

In the past ten years or so, Qingqing would say it every time this happened. He has gone from being nervous at the beginning to being immune now.

Qingqing shook her head, "This time is different!"

She told the news she heard from her father: "I heard that this prefect was originally able to be promoted to a fifth-rank magistrate, but later became a fifth-rank magistrate because of Feng Wang."

"Zhizhou is responsible for local judicial and security affairs. If Zhizhou wants to accumulate political achievements, the stalagmite village may become a stepping stone for Zhizhou to get promoted."

Song Yi frowned, "Since we can't fight, why not leave the stalagmite village before it's too late, and the officers and soldiers won't be able to catch anyone when they come."

Qingqing held her chin and said in a relaxed voice: "However, we have people on the prefect's side. This matter may not come to that situation. If we really want to suppress it, we will also receive the news in advance and run away at that time." Not too late."

Song Yi didn't relax his frown when he heard Qingqing say this, maybe it was because of his living conditions in the past ten years, and because it was the time when Feng Wang failed to seize the throne, so he would inevitably go to the worst. direction to think.

Song Yi waited for Qingqing to leave, and went directly into the house. After the drought that filled the city that year, he desperately hunted for prey. If he hunted a lot, he would entrust someone to sell it in the town, or sell it to the people in the village. other people.

Everyone in the village knew about Song Yi's situation, so they wouldn't embarrass Song Yi too much, and the money they should have would not be too short.

After a few years, Song Yi also saved two taels of silver.

These are not broken silver, but scattered copper coins, which are tied up with ropes.

Looking at the money, although it was not much, I felt a sense of security in my heart.

Song Yi put the money back in its place. He glanced at the room. There were rabbits and chickens. These were all left over from his daily frugality. Since he grew up, he also improved his abilities. Li also no longer has extra care for him, and now he has to rely on his own efforts to not be hungry.

Song Yi cut off half a pheasant, scooped up a ladle of water to wash off the soot on it, then chopped it up and put it in a pot to stew.

He took out the rice bran cake and put it next to the stove to bake, so that he would not need to reheat it later.

He watched the fire light gradually lost his mind, and only he knew what he was thinking.