Wei Xiyin asked Uncle Wu to go to the tribe to count the wooden oxen and flowing horses and bring all the required quantities to the camp. She then turned and went to the blacksmith shop to find Wei Ting.

Over in the women's courtyard, all the newly-made knee pads were delivered.

Such a big commotion naturally could not be concealed from the clan.

After hearing from Mingjingtang that they were going out to look for medicinal herbs and winter supplies, many of the young men of the Wei family became eager to make a move.

"Seventh Uncle, please go talk to the clan leader. We are also willing to go out and help." The young men who didn't know the situation were full of enthusiasm and ran to Mingjing Hall to find Wei Mingze and said.

"Yes! We can kill zombies now." The boys were excited and volunteered one after another.

Wei Mingze was busy as hell. He needed to organize people to go out and cut wood, and he also had to count and distribute the public food...

I don't have time to deal with these people.

"Go away! Stop making trouble here. If you want to go, go find the clan leader yourself. Otherwise, don't get in the way." Wei Mingze was not polite and drove the man away directly.

After he had chased everyone out, he stood at the door, glaring at them and saying, "Don't come to me all day long. If you have time to yell at me, you might as well go to the mountains and catch a pheasant!"

The gentlemen were dejected and were driven out.

Wei Mingze's last words were heard by others, and someone simply suggested: "The tribe is short of livestock now, why don't we really go up the mountain to catch pheasants."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

"I haven't eaten eggs for a long time." A murmur came from the crowd.

After hearing what he said, everyone remembered that they had not eaten meat for several days.

As they talked, everyone felt a little greedy and a group of people gathered together and whispered.

Wei Xiyin was counting the number of protective gear in the blacksmith shop.

Wei Ting said, "Two hundred masks have been made, but there are only about fifty armors, which is not enough to distribute to the guards."

The production of armor is very slow, and the splicing of iron rings is a delicate job.

Time is running out.

Wei Ting didn't understand why the patriarch was so anxious to go out and look for medicinal herbs. If he waited another month, their protective gear would be completed and the guards' safety would be guaranteed.

Wei Xiyin said calmly, "Actually, it's enough."

It took a hundred people to push the wooden ox and horse to transport the food, but in fact there were only fifty people who actually participated in the battle on the periphery.

As long as the safety of those fifty people is guaranteed and zombies are not rushing into the team, the remaining one hundred people do not need to participate in the battle at all.

The two counted the number of protective gear and prepared to send the items to the camp.

At this time, Chang Ying came running over and shouted hurriedly from a distance: "Girl, Mr. Chu is here, and he is now outside the fort."