The Stone Town where they were located, Lin'an Prefecture, happened to be the place closest to the Huns.

What Liu Yuhan didn't know was that it was precisely because of the unrest in the capital that the emperor had ordered most of the Qi family army to be transferred to the capital. That was why the Xiongnu were so arrogant and dared to attack at this time.

"Uncle, there's no point in getting anxious now. Let's distribute the food first. The town is already in chaos. Everyone should protect the water and food. If there is a riot in the nearby villages, it is inevitable that people will come to rob them." Liu Yuhan said.

"Should we ask everyone to pack up their things first so that we won't be late when things get delayed?" Liu Daling asked.

"I bought a lot of coarse cloth for shoe soles today. I'll share it with everyone later. Hurry up and make a few more pairs of shoes and straw sandals." Yan added.

"The most important thing is that everyone has the right tools in their hands to protect themselves, just like today, thanks to Xiaohan's kitchen knife." Another young hunter who went with them said as they stood at the door.

"Uncle, Dad, Shinan, you guys just watch everyone divide the things. I'm going to Dashi Village to find the headman and find out some news." Liu Mang gave Liu Shinan the note from the village account and left.

Yan felt sorry for him, so she gave him a water bag and two steamed buns, and asked her eldest son Liu Ming to drive the ox cart with him. Liu Laizi also shamelessly followed.

He was too lazy to pick any herbs, so he didn't get any share of the food. He had a crazy mother, so he had to make more preparations. He had to find out more information first.

The villagers received their own share of food and supplies. Liu Daling and the two most respected and oldest elders with the surname Liu in the village asked everyone to go back first.

Those who make shoes should make shoes, and those who pack up should pack up. When the moment really comes, don't ignore everything else and wait for the village chief to come back with news and then notify us separately.

Everyone returned with mixed feelings. The little food they were given, combined with the yams and water they had previously stored, the family had to conserve their food and hold on for a month or so until it rained. Maybe things would get better, and if the imperial court would allocate more food...

But what should they do suddenly...