Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The bamboo raft pushed into the shoal, and Lu Meng's feet stepped on the ground again.

What you see is not the rural countryside and wooden fences and earthen walls of the previous life, but a layer of stretching iron fence with several wire ropes stretched out from the fence.

They were badly rusted, with almost every spot showing a rust color, and brown water stains running down the walls and connecting to the soft mud.

The entire Huangshui Village was surrounded by this old wire fence.

"How long have you lived here?" Lu Meng asked calmly.

"How long?" Lin Shi was stunned, "Since I was born..."

"I mean, everyone from Huangshui settled here how long ago."

"Then who knows." Lin Shi was confused, "Just like me, everyone has lived here for generations since they were born."

Lu Meng nodded and didn't care.

He thought to himself that it seemed that the swamp people had no memory of the experience of their ancestors when they first came here.

That was also a long time ago.

With the current industrial level of swamp villages, it is definitely impossible to build such a fence.

After years of water and heat erosion, this outer wall is still like a fortress and has not collapsed. I think at the beginning, it also helped the ancestors resist the invasion of many swamp creatures and forces.

However, like all fortresses, as the population in the stronghold increases, the enclosed territory alone can no longer meet production needs, and the residents inside will expand outward.

Just like the current paddy fields of the swamp people, they are actually all 'outside the village'.

Most of the buildings in this village are residential buildings.

"Oh, it's raining hard!" Xiao Ying'er raised her head and exclaimed.

The drizzle that had been drizzling just now suddenly started to pour, and the raindrops hit the rattan hat she was wearing, making it feel a little heavy.

The weather in this swamp is sunny and rainy.

"Lord Beiyou, come with me to the village for shelter." Lin Shi said quickly, "I will arrange a place for you right away."

Lu Meng put on his rattan hat and followed Lin Shi and his daughter to the village gate.

The gate of Huangshui Village is also old. The original iron gate has rusted and collapsed and been replaced by a heavy wooden door.

Beside the gate, two young men were dressed in yellow clothes, tied with familiar belts around their waists, and each hung a long knife.

It was raining heavily, and even with a tarpaulin to cover their bodies, their bodies were still wet. Their thin clothes clung to their bodies, revealing the obvious outlines of their muscles.

In this wind and rain, the young man standing guard did not waver. He just wiped his face with his hands to wipe away the rain that blinded his eyes, and then continued to press the knife and wait.

Seeing Lin Shi approaching, the two young swamp people said, "Uncle Lin."

In fact, they couldn't quite recognize the person stationed in Shishu Town who had not been in the village for a long time, but the little guy next to him was very familiar to everyone.

Before the young man could ask Lu Meng, Lin Shi took the lead and whispered: "This is Master Beiyou of the Stone Rat Group."

Hearing this, the movements of the two young men were stagnant.

"Sir... OK." One of them quickly bowed and saluted, looking respectful, but his expression was unclear.

The other person also lowered his head, his body a little stiff.

Lu Meng glanced at them.

——The strength of the two is passable, but they are not the swamp people who went out before.

Iron weapons are scarce in swamp villages, and long knives are distributed, which shows that the village also attaches great importance to them.

"Ah Quan, what are you still doing?" Lin Shi pulled the silent young man over, "Hurry up and help the adults of the Stone Rat Group carry their bags!"

He emphasized the word 'Stone Rat Group'.

Although Lord Beiyou seemed very kind, Lin Shi was a little worried about whether the attitude of his villagers might offend him.

"Ah Quan, this kid is a little dull..." He turned around and explained.

Ah Quan remained silent, lowered his head and came up to take the basket behind Lu Meng.

He seems like a really dull person.

"Hey, let's not do this nonsense." Lu Meng waved his hand and avoided Ah Quan, "I can't carry a bag? Let's go."

The insect mother in this basket is okay, and has been tied up.

But its seven offspring are free. It would not be good if they were provoked by others and ran away.

By the way, Lu Meng's straight-edged knife was also stuck in it. The insect mother was always with the sharp knife. She was trembling with fear at first, but then she got used to it.

"Let's go, let's go." Seeing Lu Meng speak, Lin Shi didn't want to cause any trouble and quickly led him into the village.

The swamp dweller sighed inwardly.

He himself has been stationed in Stone Rat Town for a long time. He knows the temper of those thugs and has developed the habit of being cautious.

But the unpolished younger generation in the village are always unconvinced.

Just like myself back then.

Xiao Yinger blinked her eyes, somewhat confused as to why her father and two brothers were so nervous.

This person from outside, apart from his scary face, was actually quite nice. He saved her life and even gave her money to buy sweets.

But Xiaoying'er also had another thought in mind.

She didn't call the other person 'uncle', but instead called him 'brother'. Would it sound happier?

In fact, they are probably older than my old man, look at that white haired one.

After Lu Meng followed Lin Shi away, he heard the discussion behind him:

"here we go again……"

"Say less!"

"What's not to say? It's obviously an annual rent, but every time the grain is ripe, we have to come back, ask for money under various pretexts, and eat and drink for free. We all have to serve these dogs... …”

"Shut up! If you say more, Quan, I will report it to the village elder!"

"whispering sound……"

"..."

The voices of the two people were already very low, and they were even more subtle in the scattered rain. They were noisy and unpleasant.

But they didn't expect that there was someone as sensitive as Lu Meng in the swamp.

Indeed, this kind of perception means that the leaders of those gangs may not be as good as him, let alone condescend to come to such a small village.

Lu Meng remained unchanged on the surface and just followed Lin Shi into the small shack prepared for him.

"Sir, I'm sorry." Lin Shi whispered as he opened the door, "The rooms originally arranged for everyone in the Stone Rat Group are now occupied. I can only trouble you to condescend to stay for a few days this time."

"Oh? Who took it?"

"It's two of our villagers..." To avoid misunderstanding, Lin Shi had to confess: "They encountered blood spiders. The village elders were worried that they still had cubs, so they had to isolate them first - you know, if there are really blood spiders, Spiders, we only have that room in Huangshui that can trap them."

The building Lin Shi was talking about was a dome shack that also remained with Huangshui Village.

Most of the swamp people live in wooden houses or bamboo buildings, but the shack is made of steel plates and iron sheets riveted together.

Even though it has been severely rusted, it is still stronger and more durable than others.

"Blood spider?" Lu Meng took off the backpack on his body, "It's too scary."

The insect mother in the basket on her back jolted, and she bared her teeth in dissatisfaction.