The rice and grains are all packed in uniform bags, which are very suitable for storage.
Wang Miaomiao took out the found-thing talisman that she had used once and put it on her body. She cleared a compartment and put the rice in it. Looking at the empty yard again, she smiled and clapped her hands.
We are done here!
She changed back into her original clothes, came out, locked the gate of the courtyard, and returned to Dashi Village.
The ox cart swayed along the way, and Wang Miaomiao felt that she might have gotten used to it, or perhaps she was relieved to have stored some food. Sitting in the back of the cart, she actually felt a sense of peace and tranquility.
The man driving the ox cart was an old acquaintance, my uncle Wang Shan, who was somewhat of a relative. The two chatted casually and stopped only when they reached the village entrance.
Wang Miaomiao got off the ox cart, feeling the scorching summer sun overhead, but walked towards the village with exceptionally brisk steps.
As soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I saw a group of soldiers wearing armor and holding spears surrounding the village entrance.
She felt something was wrong and quickly hid in a secluded place nearby. She then went around to take a closer look and saw that the villagers had been driven to one place. Many men dressed as soldiers were walking in and out of the village, and no one knew what they were doing.
Wang Miaomiao listened attentively to the noise in the distance and could only vaguely hear the villagers crying out words like "food" and "spare my life".
She suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
Through the layers of trees and grass, Wang Miaomiao could clearly see the armored soldiers walking back and forth. She felt more and more uneasy, and finally stood up and used her lightness skills to go around to the other side of the village.
"099, help me adjust the viewing angle of the live broadcast room."
"Okay, host."
There were no telling where a few soldiers would appear in the village, so Wang Miaomiao didn't dare to be careless. She looked at the live broadcast room's perspective as a map and carefully went into the village.
She had not walked far when she heard a cry for help coming from a yard to the west.
Wang Miaomiao glanced at the situation over there through the perspective of the live broadcast room, and then her steps stopped. That yard was the home of Mr. Lin, and the one who had the accident was Mrs. Lin.
She turned around without hesitation, tapped her toes, and jumped over.
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