On this day, the three Guo brothers, He Xiao, and Yang Chengang were having lunch.
Since they were all single, they decided to team up with Aunt Lin and Li Tian, leaving their share of the food to Aunt Lin.
Aunt Lin made mung bean porridge, steamed bread, stir-fried bean sprouts, and opened two cans of meat.
There were plenty of beans on the cargo ship, and Lin Sao and a few other women who knew how to sprout beans tried to grow a few pounds of them.
The villagers were severely depleted of their health. After the supplies were sorted out, each of the original households received a considerable amount of supplies so that they could recuperate and prepare to return home.
The group slurped up the mung bean porridge, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
He Xiao sighed with emotion: "Being able to drink a bowl of mung bean porridge now feels like a dream."
Guo Qi sighed softly. Yang Chengang held the bowl, his eyes vacant, lost in thought.
Chen Hao took a big bite of the flatbread and mumbled:
"The flatbread is delicious, and Sister Lin's cooking is excellent."
Mrs. Lin beamed with delight at the praise, saying, "It's delicious, eat more! I made a lot, there's still plenty left."
A single woman who has survived to this day must have her strengths: she has vision, knows how to climb the social ladder, works tirelessly, never speaks ill of others, and helps others whenever she can. She is both shrewd and worldly-wise.
Di Fei slurped up a mouthful of porridge and said with a smile:
"Sister Lin, you've fattened us all up. We'll feel unaccustomed to not eating together anymore."
Aunt Lin smiled and said, "Come whenever you want, just let me know in advance."
Li Tian held the bowl and drank it down with slurping. After finishing the bowl, he licked his lips and said, "It's so delicious! I want more."
"Yes, yes, there are plenty."
"..."
The group ate and chatted in a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside, and shouts and curses came from outside.
Someone shouted, "Help! Help! People from other villages are robbing us! People from other villages are robbing us!"
"Guo, Yang, come quick! People from the other village are robbing us..."
"..."
The three Guo brothers, He Xiao, and Yang Chengang changed their expressions in an instant and rushed out one after another.
Li Tian picked up his rifle and chased after them.
Lin Sao pulled two delicate little pistols from under the mattress and ran out quickly.
Not many people in the village could afford such a small pistol. Aunt Lin was a good person; she never hesitated to do anything for anyone, from sewing and mending to washing and cleaning, and she was always willing to help.
Guo Qi and He Xiao had a good impression of Lin Sao, and would help her out whenever there was good news.
The warehouse door was wide open, and many people were carrying things out, scattering them everywhere.
For ease of management, a wooden fence separates the indigenous people from the outsiders, and the warehouse is located in the indigenous residential area.
The wooden fence was completely destroyed, and the indigenous people and the outsiders fought each other. There were far more outsiders than indigenous people, and the indigenous people suffered a great loss. Many people had blood on their heads, faces and bodies.
The indigenous people were furious that the newcomers were not following the rules, and immediately cocked their guns. However, since they had come to Chinatown to seek refuge, no one dared to fire without the orders of their leaders.
All they could do was verbally threaten: "Stop taking it! Stop taking it! If you take it again, I'll shoot..."
Guo Qi and Yang Chengang fired shots into the air.
The gunshots stunned some people, but those still in a frenzy didn't care about anything else. They were reluctant to put down what they had finally managed to grab and ran away with it in their arms.
Yang Chengang showed no mercy, shooting one man in the leg. The man cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Upon seeing someone get shot, those who had stolen the items ran even faster.
Chen Hao and Di Fei were not good-natured; they shot each other one by one, each shot hitting the calf.
The continuous firing, each shot drawing blood, finally stunned the outsiders, who clenched their fists and glared hatefully at Guo Qi, Yang Chengang, and their companions.
Guo Qi and Yang Chengang felt a chill in their hearts. They had seen such eyes before, but only on the faces of their enemies.
At least for this moment, they still believed that those who came to seek refuge were their own people.
But the way they looked at me showed that they weren't my friends at all; they were clearly my mortal enemies.
Chen Hao punched a villager, yelling, "What the hell is wrong with you? Someone's stealing your things, don't you know to shoot? Is that a fire poker you're holding?"
He punched another man with a bruised and swollen face, saying, "Look at you, you can't even fire a warning shot if you don't shoot?"
Turning to another villager whose face was clearly bloodied, he kicked him, yelling, "They've already attacked you all so fiercely, and you didn't even know to shoot! If there are any more like this, kill them all, you hear me?"
"I...I heard it."
Guo Qi was in charge of all village affairs, and most of the time Chen Hao and Di Fei led the villagers in training. In Chen Hao's mind, the villagers were all his soldiers.
He was both heartbroken and furious that his soldiers had been beaten.
"Mosquitoes, keep buzzing! I haven't even eaten yet. Speak louder, I can't hear you."
The group thought to themselves, "Of course we haven't eaten yet," but Chen Hao was in a bad mood, and no one dared to argue back.
He shouted, "I heard you!"
After training his own soldiers, Chen Hao glared fiercely at several outsiders who were clearly dissatisfied.
He pointed to a few villagers whose faces were relatively clean, and said, "Go, take your guns and search them. Take back everything that was stolen from us. If they refuse, shoot them."
"You dare?"
Several men, clearly the ringleaders of the incident, stepped forward.
Behind them, twenty or thirty burly men swarmed around them, each armed with a gun.
These days, without a gun, you wouldn't be alive by now.
Di Fei chuckled and waved his hand behind him: "Let's have a gunfight."
A series of click-clack sounds as gun bolts were pulled back revealed hundreds of guns pointed at them, causing the men's pupils to shrink in surprise.
Rifles, small-caliber pistols, grenade launchers... men and women, women, children and the elderly all have guns in their hands.
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