The tribe no longer provides porridge, and now every household eats their own stored grain, but the villagers still spontaneously repair the wall.
The last time Xu Yun used the catapult to smash open the west wall, it directly smashed a hole in the hearts of the villagers.
Now there is not enough water, so we can’t mix mud or build walls. The villagers can only take out the stored wood from each household to make wooden walls and try their best to strengthen the walls.
When Liu Erjie came to the Song family to fetch water, she complained, "Oh my God, it has been almost two years and there has been no rain. The government has done nothing and there is simply no way for ordinary people like us to survive."
The fat aunt behind also said, "Our village is still relatively good. The grass has grown on the graves of Old Li's family in Hongye Village!"
"Yeah, I heard that there are people out there who are so hungry that they just kill people and eat their meat!"
"No way, the county magistrate doesn't care?"
"It's harder to get into the city now than to pray for rain. The refugees in the city are driven out, and those who have food are staying in the city. No one cares about the lives of the refugees. Those who can hold on to the end are ruthless people."
"Oh, let it rain soon."
"you do not say."
Song Yuehua listened to everyone's conversation and sighed deeply.
Master Duan and his students set up a playground outside the compound wall to practice martial arts, while Zhao Tieniang and Xiao Cui trained in another open space.
Looking at these compacted cotton fields, Song Yuehua felt really upset.
When the drought is over, it will take a lot of work to cultivate the land again.
Jin Shaoyang, Ji Ming, Erguotou, Gouwazi, and the newcomer Ma Hu, five people against Duan Yidao alone. Except for Ma Hu and Gouwazi, the other three seemed to have sharpened their blades, and their every move was unstoppable. Even if the five of them worked together, it was still not enough to knock down Master Duan.
After the five men were knocked down, Song Yuehua asked Duan Yidao whether these men's skills had not improved at all.
Duan Yidao said helplessly, "Miss, I am the third place in the imperial examination."
Song Yuehua, "..."
Of the remaining five disciples, Gou Wa Zi was sparring with Ma Hu, Jin Shao Yang was sparring with Ji Ming, and Song Yue Hua looked at Er Guo Tou who was sitting next to them and catching his breath and asked, "It's pitiful that you're alone."
Erguotou wiped his sweat, snorted and laughed, "I have no rival..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Yidao slapped Erguotou on the back of his head and said, "Don't brag. You are not as good as the best, and you are not much better than the worst."
"Master, that's not the case. I'm more than capable of beating the two below." Erguotou argued.
Duan Yidao shouted at Gouwazi and Ma Hu, then pointed at Erguotou and said, "You two, beat him."
"master……"
When Erguotou was begging for mercy, Ma Hu kicked him directly. Erguotou immediately cursed at him, "You little bastard, you sneak attack."
"Master didn't say that sneak attacks are not allowed." Ma Hu argued.
Duan Yidao crossed his arms, sat upright and said with a smile, "That's right, except for hidden weapons, there are no restrictions on the rest. Just use whatever means you have. No one will tell you whether to sneak attack or not on the battlefield."
Gou Wazi seized the opportunity and punched Er Guotou in the stomach, shouting as he hit him, "Second brother, blame the master if you want to blame me. I was forced to do this."
Erguotou, Duan Yidao, "..."
The Mid-Autumn Festival is in two days, but unfortunately there is not much flour at home. Recently, Song Yuehua has been resisting the urge to eat noodles, just to make a few cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Is it the cake from last year?" Xie Yu was preparing a lesson plan. When he heard Song Yuehua's words, he looked up and asked.
Song Yuehua nodded and said, "I remember Xiaoyu likes to eat red bean paste fillings, right?"
"I like red bean paste filling, too." Xiaobao stopped writing and said with his head tilted.
Dabao raised his hand and said, "I like the ones with meat filling."
"We'll make both meat and bean paste dishes so that everyone has something to eat." Song Yuehua said with a smile.
Xie Yu felt that this was not appropriate and asked, "Sister Song, people outside are almost out of water and food now. Would it be a bad idea for us to make meat patties here?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. We have all the materials at home. As long as we don't attract attention in front of them, how we live is our own business." Song Yuehua said.
Xiao Bao smiled and said, "Sister Yu, it's okay. As long as Da Bao runs more laps, I guarantee that nothing will be revealed."
"What does it have to do with me?" Dabao couldn't understand.
Xiao Bao said, "You have a lot of fat on your face, and you can tell that we have a good diet. In order to prevent others from seeing that we have an abundance of food, you should run more and lose weight so that others won't suspect us."
Dabao raised his head and asked Song Yuehua, "Sister, is that so?"
Everyone in the village knew that her family had stored grain. Now that everyone had grain, they naturally wouldn't worry about it. But if they were careless and showed it to others, they would be asking for trouble.
Song Yuehua looked at the two little ones. They were both tanned and had thick fat on their faces, which made them look chubby. "If you like to learn martial arts, then go and practice. After school, you can either go to Dongshan to find Master Duan, or stay in your own courtyard and let Wei Da teach you."
Dabao nodded.
The next day, Song Yuehua heard from Tang that Baozi had asked Grandma Xi to leave early in the morning. Now, people in the village would go to Grandma Xi when they were hurt. There was nothing strange about it.
Song Yuehua had just finished breakfast when Baozi came over.
"Miss Song, the villagers built the wall and bought food. I think it was also my contribution."
As soon as Baozi opened his mouth, Song Yuehua felt that she would not like what he said next...
"Now I have a favor to ask of you, and I only hope that the young lady can agree to it." Baozi's face was serious.
Song Yuehua thought, maybe he has some serious illness that even Grandma Xi is helpless to treat, and she needs to help him find a doctor, or go out to get him some medicine...
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