After the fight just now, Su Man's hair was disheveled, her hands and body were covered in blood, and her eyebrow bone was broken. She looked like an evil ghost from the underworld coming to take her life, which scared Zhou Pingping so much that she retreated step by step.
"Don't come over here, don't come over here..."
Su Man looked back and said, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you don't leave, you will die when the bandits come."
Seeing Zhou Pingping still hiding, Su Man lost her patience and said, "Let's go."
She reached out and pulled, and Zhou Pingping was picked up like a little chick, and ran towards the direction where Grandma Zhou and the others left.
...
At the same time, Grandma Zhou and a few others were fleeing for their lives in panic.
They didn't know when bandits would come after them, so they didn't dare stop for even a moment. Zhou Anan ran and cried, her vision blurry, and she only stopped when she bumped into someone.
"Ouch."
A woman dressed as a village woman looked surprised when she saw Zhou Anan, "Anan? It's you?"
The few people who were dizzy from running finally saw the road ahead clearly. They had come to a small river without knowing when. The river had dried up due to the drought and only the bottom of the river was left. There were two women around drawing water.
"Grandma Zhou, is it you? How did you get into this state?"
Grandma Zhou's eyes reddened with excitement when she saw who was coming. "Ying girl...are all the villagers here?"
"Yes, the village chief's grandson is missing. We have been waiting here for two days."
"village head..."
When Grandma Zhou heard the word "village chief", she seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and said, "Quick, take me to see the village chief!"
The Wangjia Village has been farming for generations. Although they are not rich, they are not short of clothes. The relationship between the villagers is not as close as family, but they are harmonious. There are occasional quarrels, but they are all settled under the coordination of the village chief.
After such a long time, excluding those who had strayed away, there were about sixty or seventy people stationed here. They were all very surprised to see Grandma Zhou, probably because they thought it was incredible that she could have escaped famine and bandits at her age.
Grandma Zhou didn't bother to greet them and went straight to the village chief.
The village chief, who used to be well-dressed, now has an unshaven beard. His son was seriously injured by bandits while escaping and died. The little grandson he left behind is now missing. His usually straight back is hunched, and he squats on the ground smoking his pipe without saying a word.
"village head."
The village chief looked up and was stunned for a moment when he saw that it was Grandma Zhou. "Grandma Zhou."
Perhaps seeing the lost people return made the village chief think about whether his grandson might have a chance to come back, and a smile appeared on his face.
"You guys are back. Where are Pingping and Wang Man? Why are they gone?"
"Village Chief, please save Pingping and Manyatou."
Grandma Zhou knelt on the ground.
The village chief was startled and quickly helped Grandma Zhou up. "Let's talk slowly about what happened."
"We encountered bandits. Manyatou and Pingping were discovered by the bandits in order to save us."
"What?"
The village chief was also very surprised. Bandits were as terrifying to these good people as famine. Before the village chief could answer, the surrounding villagers panicked.
"Are there bandits?"
"What! There are bandits around here!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's run!"
Seeing the panic, the village chief quickly said, "Don't worry, just listen to what Grandma Zhou has to say."
Grandma Zhou felt disheartened when she saw everyone's reactions, but she still held out a glimmer of hope.
"There are only about fifty bandits, and we have more people. So, can you please help us, fellow villagers, and rescue Manyatou and Pingping?"
"this..."
The village chief hesitated, and said politely, "Grandma Zhou, I watched Pingping and Manyu grow up, so I should help them. But bandits are different from innocent people. They all have weapons in their hands, and most of us are women and children. If we go against them, we'll die."
“Yes, Grandma Zhou, you can’t be so selfish. Your family’s lives are lives, but ours are not lives?”
The person who spoke was Widow Song. She had been in a bad mood ever since Grandma Zhou and the others showed up. It was not for any other reason, but because of the bad things Qin Mosheng said after he met up with them.
Qin Mosheng is indeed a son of luck. He was hungry for two days after parting with Su Man and the others. He unexpectedly ran into villagers who came out to look for food, and he met up with the people in the village before Su Man and the others.
Widow Song was heartbroken to see her son in such a miserable state. In addition, Qin Mosheng twisted the truth, saying that he had been doing his best to protect Su Man and the others, but Su Man and the others took advantage of him to go out and find food and abandoned him.
This made Widow Song furious. When she heard that Grandma Zhou and the others were in trouble, she felt it was retribution and said sarcastically, "If you ask me, Grandma Zhou, you should just accept your fate. God sees what you do. If you hadn't abandoned Mo Sheng back then, you probably wouldn't have ended up like this."
Grandma Zhou had no intention of making excuses. She begged the village chief, "Village chief, please, please save Manyu and Pingping."
Even though Grandma Zhou was very clear-headed, she couldn't help but feel sad when she thought about the fate of Su Man and Zhou Pingping falling into the hands of bandits.
She turned to the others, and everyone averted their gaze.
It was already very difficult to survive during a famine. If you met bandits, you would not even have time to hide. No one dared to ask the bandits for help.
Among the crowd, only one person stood up.
"Grandma Zhou, I'll go with you."
The boy who spoke looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a glaring youthful look on his tattered face. He jumped down the ox cart holding on to it with one hand.
He is Wang Tiedan, the son of the village blacksmith. When he was a child, his mother and sister went to the market and were kidnapped by bandits. After that, the father and his sister were left alone to depend on each other.
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