The Lian family father and son in Baijia Village were also making their final preparations.

“Jianpeng, we don’t know what it’s like up there. How will we live if we just move up there?” Lian Qingfeng was still somewhat reluctant to move to a different place.

"Going anywhere is better than staying here. Besides, we've already handed things over to them. What's the point of saying we're not leaving now?"

"Wasn't it fine staying here all along? Even though their village is a bit xenophobic, they didn't do anything to us."

"Not yet? You've forgotten that you almost lost your life back then, and to save you, I exposed the entire village's petty schemes. Now, their relationship with us is just superficial. Next time something happens, they'll definitely abandon us again."

Since the last wolf attack on the village, and the loss of his wife and children in that incident, Lian Jianpeng has been filled with dread about Baijia Village. Coupled with the various attitudes of the villagers recently, he now only wants to move away from here as soon as possible.

He put everything into the two large bags he had exchanged in the city. He had been here for so long, and all his belongings were now here.

Lian Jianpeng zipped up the bag before turning to his father and saying, "See if there's anything else you need to pack. If not, then we'll hand it over to them and get ready to leave."

"But the two of us don't know how to get there." Since his injury, Lian Qingfeng has been in poor health and can't even do heavy work. He usually just helps with light housework at home. Now that he has to travel a long distance to another place, he is starting to feel that he can't handle it.

"Don't worry, I asked the village, and they're going to Pinghe Village today to exchange some medicinal herbs. Apparently, all the villages are starting to stockpile herbs, afraid they won't have enough later, so they decided to go there on short notice. We can go with the main group. As for how to get to Xinjiu Village, we'll see when we get there."

Lian Jianpeng had been thinking about this problem ever since he returned from the city. He knew that the two of them would definitely not dare to travel alone. The outside world was so chaotic, and the two of them were carrying their belongings. They might be robbed of everything as soon as they left the village.

We've finally gotten a chance to go to Pinghe Village, so we have to go there first before thinking about the rest of the journey.

"Aren't you just making a mess of things? You don't even know if the people there are easy to get along with. What if they turn out to be even more xenophobic than the people of Baijia Village?"

"Don't worry, they are a new village formed by different families. Besides, they have the influence of Village Chief Si, so they won't dare to make things difficult for us."

Lian Jianpeng approached Si Cheng with a sense of侥幸 (a lucky break), but he never expected that the other party would do him such a big favor.

"Sigh, your Aunt Gao is so short-sighted. Look at her now, favoring Gao Dongxing and causing trouble for Village Chief Si. She'll regret it later." Lian Qingfeng didn't consider himself a good person, but he was wholeheartedly devoted to his child. That's why he chose his son over his wife.

"No matter what, she's still better off than us. Don't forget she's from Gaojia Village, and her brother and relatives are all there."

"You little rascal, are you regretting not being nicer to your Aunt Gao back then?" Lian Qingfeng joked with his son.

"Regret? Are you kidding me? Even if I did my best for her, she wouldn't favor me. She has her own son. Besides, if she can treat her own eldest son like that, there's even less to do with us."

Lian Jianpeng saw things more clearly than anyone else, otherwise he wouldn't have kept indulging his wife's troubles. If there was anything he regretted, it was that he shouldn't have gone to his superior, the village chief, and said those words that he still blushes when he thinks about them now.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about this." Lian Qingfeng suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something important, so he ran back to his wooden hut.

Lian Jianpeng wasn't curious about this. In his opinion, his father might have just forgotten some small items. He had started to carefully check every corner of the house, and now even a needle was considered very important.

"Here you go," Lian Qingfeng said, handing him a wooden box. He almost dropped it when he received it.

"What? Why is it so heavy?" Lian Jianpeng asked as he opened the wooden box, but when he opened it, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"I don't know if this stuff is still useful. You should keep it. I've often heard people say that gold is valuable in times of chaos, and antiques are valuable in times of prosperity. So, just in case, I secretly exchanged this for some. It might not even be worth a bag of grain now," Lian Qingfeng said self-deprecatingly, looking at the box of gold in his hand.

"Didn't you say before that you used all the money you had to buy houses? Where did you get the money to exchange these? And doesn't Aunt Gao know about these things?" Lian Jianpeng looked at the box of gold bars in his hand and found it hard to believe.

“Your Aunt Gao doesn’t know about these things,” she quickly explained when she saw her son looking at her in surprise. “These are all compensations from the demolition of our old house in our hometown. I was thinking that if you gave me a grandson, I would buy you a larger apartment so that he could inherit the family business.”

However, after Lian Qingfeng finished speaking, he realized he had said the wrong thing, so the father and son stopped talking and went about their own business.

After returning from the city last time, the people of Baijia Village knew that the Lian family father and son were moving to a new village. They also knew that a rift had developed between the two sides since the last incident. But this time, as the father and son were going to Pinghe Village, everyone still helped them carry their belongings on the way.

Previously, they rarely saw any people on the road to Pinghe Village, but now, as soon as they leave the village, they frequently encounter refugees, some of whom openly look them up and down, paying particular attention to their bags.

Some of them were accompanied by a group of women who kept hinting and directing them to engage in some kind of tacit transaction.

In the end, it was only the leader of Baijia Village and a few others who scared them away by waving their machetes; otherwise, they might have followed them all the way to Pinghe Village.

The people of Baijia Village gripped their machetes tightly, not daring to relax their guard the entire way, not even daring to stop and rest. Only when they entered the gates of Pinghe Village did they finally relax.

“I really have to be extra careful when I go out from now on. This journey has been terrifying.” Bai Zhidong complained to his cousin Liu Fengya.

"You didn't come here this time just to exchange for medicine, did you?" Liu Fengya is becoming increasingly stingy with medicinal herbs. If he exchanges them again, his village's stock will really be running out.