Anger made Song Zhenping forget his previous plan for a moment. He only realized what was happening when he saw Song Liyun wink through the broken window.
He could only let Song Lao Er grab his collar and throw him out of the courtyard along with his bedding.
Song Zhenping stopped pleading, grabbed a tattered quilt and pulled the shivering Xiao An to the village head's house, waiting for the next day to assemble and depart at dawn.
Song Liyun was still locked in the side room, her quiet eyes concealing a raging inferno.
Through the small window, whose paper had been completely torn, she could clearly see what had just happened.
Song Zhangping was going to perform corvée labor at the construction site and needed to take Xiao An with him.
On a cold night... the two of them, Granny Gu wouldn't even give them a blanket, telling them to sleep on haystacks at the construction site.
And then there's Song Shuirong.
Xiao An was so frightened when she saw her that she covered her head and squatted down.
I wonder how many beatings and scoldings he endured from her to be able to perform the movements so skillfully.
Song Liyun narrowed her eyes, gently stroking the gleaming military dagger in her hand, and snorted coldly: The suffering of the Song family's eldest branch will end tonight!
As night fell, Xiaoshi Village did not fall into quiet as usual; instead, it became noisy as time went by.
Because they needed to arrive in town at dawn to meet up and set off, the village of Xiaoshi, which is ten miles away from Qingping Town, was lit up two hours in advance. The diligent wives were preparing food for their husbands to eat on the road.
Song Lao Er's house remained quiet as usual until the village was filled with the deafening barking of dogs and the constant knocking and calling for people, which indicated that the villagers were gathering to prepare to leave for town.
Such a lively scene was a rare sight. Song Lao Er put on his clothes and mingled with the crowd seeing them off as he walked towards the village entrance.
Looking at the women wailing and weeping, Song Lao Er curled his lip and said, "What nonsense! It's just repairing roads in the county town, and they're making it sound like they're going to the execution ground to die."
His words drew a few angry curses: "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. It's just repairing the road. Then call your eldest son back and let you take over."
"Exactly, they don't care about children who aren't their own, they only know how to torment other people's kids."
"Song Lao Er, you've done too many wicked things, you'll eventually be punished by heaven."
Ever since the eldest son of the Song family was killed by a stone while performing corvée labor ten years ago, the people of Xiaoshi Village have been terrified of the thought of corvée labor.
Although the incidents in recent years have only been minor bumps and scrapes, every time I go out, I am still terrified.
They were terrified that if the pillar of their family were to fall apart outside, they would suffer the same fate as the eldest son of the Song family, losing their family and their wife and children.
Song Lao Er was thoroughly scolded. Now that he was alone and had no help, and couldn't out-argue these resentful wives and mothers, he could only sullenly squeeze to the side, still watching with great interest as people saw him off.
At the entrance of the Song family compound, Granny Gu and Madam Gu also craned their necks to look towards the village entrance.
Hearing the commotion of the crowd, Granny Gu cursed, "Those sluts even rolled their eyes at me today. I just hope a few of them die this time."
Madam Gu rubbed her aching back and whispered, "The village will be much quieter after we leave. When the Xue family comes to pick us up tonight, there will be fewer people to bother us."
The Xue family was to pick them up in the evening, as Song Lao Er had specifically reminded them.
After staying up all night without rest, and with few men in the house, every household would definitely close early when it got dark.
No one is loitering around the village, so there's no fear that the little slut will cause some trouble and become a laughingstock.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were standing at the gate of the courtyard, engrossed in watching, completely unaware of the commotion coming from the side room behind them.
A slender, rod-shaped object protruded from the broken window of the side room.
Under the cold moonlight, the long, silvery pole seemed to blend into the moonlight, completely unnoticed.
Song Liyun used a retractable steel needle to pry open the rope on the door latch, slipped out of the house, and then deftly tied the hemp rope back to its original shape. She glanced at the backs of the two women at the gate of the courtyard before calmly walking into the kitchen.
Wherever his arm swept, the pots, pans, bowls, firewood, rice, oil, and salt that Song Lao Er had just bought that morning all vanished without a trace.
Then, the chests, cabinets, and cupboards belonging to Granny Gu and Song Lao Er, as well as the gift chests brought by the Xue family, all disappeared one by one.
Even the bedding in the kang cabinet was gone.
Song Shuirong, who was in the side room, did not go out to watch the excitement. She lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), unable to sleep because of the noise outside. Just as she was angrily about to curse, she felt a cool sensation on her nose and immediately fell asleep.
Song Liyun retrieved the powerful hallucinogen and put it back into her spatial storage.
This post-apocalyptic biotechnology can quickly knock out even the fiercest mutated bears, making it incredibly easy to deal with mere humans.
As a scavenger who has been walking through ruins for ten years, Song Liyun is capable of encountering any danger and has many tricks up her sleeve to save her life.
Unfortunately, they encountered a huge swarm of mutated rats, and all their tricks were in vain. The only solution was to evacuate quickly.
So in the apocalypse, Song Liyun lost her electric thorn spear, and the things in her spatial storage died before she could even use them.
Using this day alone, she had already tidied up her space, placing weapons and equipment in convenient locations.
Song Liyun swaggered into Song Shuirong's room without giving the person on the kang a second glance, and quickly took away a large trunk.
There were clothes for all four seasons and several new quilts inside.
Those were all dowries prepared by the Song family for Song Shuirong, who was already fifteen years old.
Twelve-year-old Song Xiaobao lived at the town's school and wasn't home, but Song Liyun still collected his clothes and shoes.
The pigs that used to grunt and squawk, and the chickens that were usually noisy, were unusually quiet at this moment. They even lay stiffly in the pen as if they were dead, and then disappeared.
Then, something even stranger happened.
The green vegetables in the vegetable garden behind the Song family's house, as well as the mountain of firewood, all disappeared.
The entire site looked as if it had been meticulously swept, so clean that not a single vegetable leaf or wooden stick remained.
it's all over!
Song Liyun glanced at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law still standing at the courtyard gate, gesturing and pointing outside, and gave them a victorious smile before climbing over the courtyard wall, disappearing into the darkness, and heading straight for the village entrance following the sound.
At this moment, Song Zhenping, carrying bedding on his back and holding Xiao An's hand, was already walking towards the town with the crowd, looking back every few steps.
Yun'er told me to just go to town, and she would naturally follow me.
But the thought of the tightly bound rope on the side room door sent chills down Song Zhenping's spine.
Yun'er told him to trust her, and the village head also told him to take care of himself first, but... but can Yun'er come with him?
His steps slowed down, and his fingers unconsciously clenched, causing Xiao An's little face to scrunch up in pain.
But he remained silent, simply resting his face on his brother's arm.
Just as Song Zhenping was lagging behind in the group and was so worried that he could barely walk, a tall, thin man walked out from the front of the crowd. His figure was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.
The man walked a few steps to Song Zhenping's side, grabbed his arm, and whispered, "Why don't you hurry up and leave? Yun is already waiting for us up ahead."
After saying that, he picked up Xiao An and walked quickly forward.
"What? Uncle Kui, are you serious? Where is Yun'er?"
Song Zhenping seemed to hear heavenly music. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked around in search of something.
But apart from the torches in the crowd, it was still pitch black all around, and he couldn't see anything.
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