PFC Chapter 194 Refugees 2
Chapter 194 Refugees 2
Huanxi was right. Zi Dieyi was silent for a moment, then took the path in the forest and secretly followed the village chief's group delivering rice.
Seeing him leave, Huanxi smiled knowingly.
Child psychology is applicable everywhere.
"Madam, should we... make some preparations? With the arrival of refugees... we are all women in this family, weak and helpless... I'm afraid it's not safe."
What Yuanzhen said makes sense. When things are going well, she is the best in the village and everyone can ride on her success.
She is the one who is most missed in times of adversity... She will not allow this to happen.
Looks like... we need to go into the mountains... and take those two big tigers out for a walk...
But not yet, she had a feeling that day would not be far away.
The patrol team at the village entrance saw the refugees leaving one after another, but there were still a few who were unwilling to leave and were driven away by the men.
Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Huanxi came out of the house, greeted everyone with a smile and said:
"My dear uncles, are these real refugees?"
"You are talking nonsense, girl. How can the refugees be fake?" said the patriarch.
The village chief went out of the village. Now he was the only one who could take charge of the overall situation in the village, so he and everyone else were guarding the village entrance so that they would have a backbone.
"Grandpa Clan Leader, that's wrong. I'm afraid some robbers are disguised as refugees, hoping to take advantage of the situation. There are definitely more refugees than just this one. Grandpa Clan Leader has a keen eye and can definitely tell them apart."
Huanxi's words rekindled everyone's vigilance. A real refugee would probably not get angry if they stuttered.
But those robbers and bandits are not so easy to deal with. It is almost the end of the year, which is when those scum are active.
In previous years, some people had heard about bandits coming down the mountain to rob people...
We have to be on guard...
"Girl, do you have any good ideas? We are old, but you young people still have ideas."
The patriarch sighed and would rather make more preparations, even if it was useless, it was better than being caught off guard.
"Grandpa, clan leader, I'm just saying this, just treat it as a joke. I see those wealthy families have high walls to protect their courtyards. We can also build a high wall at the entrance of the village, and add a guard patrol. If we don't let our guards down, even if the bandits come, they won't be able to do anything to us. What do you think?"
The patriarch was an older man, so he could give him a compliment by asking for his advice. Otherwise, if he only showed off himself without giving him a chance to show off, the old man would probably be unhappy.
"I think your idea is good. We need to act quickly and finish it sooner so that an old man like me can have peace of mind."
Huanxi continued to flatter him, "With you, the clan leader, arranging everything, it will be flawless. If you need any help from me, please feel free to ask for my help."
This girl is so pleasant to listen to, no wonder everyone likes to deal with her.
He was satisfied in his heart, but his mouth was busy. He directed the young and old men in the village to go to the mountains to chop wood and move stones. For a while, the village was so lively that it seemed like the New Year was coming in advance.
When the village chief and his men came back, the wall at the entrance of the village had been raised half a meter high. After listening to what the patriarch said, the village chief nodded repeatedly.
While they were cooking porridge, they heard the refugees say that the snow disaster was already serious, and some bandits took the opportunity to come down the mountain to commit crimes. It was not just one wave, but several groups committing crimes separately. These refugees had witnessed many tragedies along the way.
I told them all this because Dashi Village gave them a hot meal.
The village chief knew it was Huanxi's idea, but he still complimented her: "You are so far-sighted, old man. I hope you will live a long life. Our Dashi Village cannot do without you, the pillar of our family."
"You're old, old. You're not even a hundred years old. Living to eighty would be enough. We have to hurry up and build the wall, and also consider the children in our village."
"Okay, you rest here, I'll follow you."
Huanxi showed up at the village entrance and then went home to eat a pot of warm Laba porridge with her family.
Today is Laba Festival, and in a few days, it will be time to slaughter the New Year pig. Unfortunately, her family doesn't have a pig...
But... cured sausages and bacon can still be made.
When someone is slaughtering a pig, just buy some here and there, and you don’t have to make your house dirty. Well... that’s how you do it.
The wall at the entrance of the village took six or seven days to build. Huanxi went to take a look. The wall was made of a mixture of stones and wood. Usually, some river water was poured on it, so it was not afraid of the enemy's fire attack.
The wall is three meters high in total, so even someone with great martial arts skills would have to think twice before crossing it.
She nodded in satisfaction. Her family had done nothing to build the fence; it was all built by the villagers working together.
"Ah... Huanxi... No one came to repair the wall this time... I think... you have so many servants, just sending two would be enough, and you're still reluctant to do it?"
A sharp voice suddenly sounded, probably saying something sarcastic.
Zhao Huanxi looked over and saw a man she wasn't very familiar with. He looked to be in his twenties and was probably the son of someone who lived at the entrance of the village.
"She lives at the end of the village, so naturally she doesn't have to work. What's it to you?"
These words seemed to be speaking to her, but in fact they were telling her to stay out of the matter.
Huanxi smiled. There are always these people who can't stand this or that...
"I didn't do any work, but I paid for it. Otherwise, do you think I'd get paid for doing something good for myself?"
She gave the village chief ten taels of silver, the patrolmen were paid fifteen cents a day, and the workers doing the heavy work of repairing the wall were paid twenty cents a day.
Do you really think you can just sit back and reap the benefits?
The patriarch was warming himself by the fire in the corner when he heard the noise. He stood up and came over, just in time to hear the man's sour words.
Only then did I realize that the wages were not paid by the government, but were given by others for their own good.
"Chunsheng, it's up to you whether you want to do it or not. There's a long line of people who want to do it. Huanxi has given the money. If you don't want to work, you pay the money, and everyone will be fine!"
After hearing the whole story, Chunsheng, who had spoken sourly before, stopped talking. He thought he had finally caught Zhao Huanxi's weakness and was about to humiliate her, but he didn't expect to be taught a lesson instead.
I suddenly felt a little ashamed.
"Haha... Sister Huanxi, don't bother with me. I don't know either."
She just smiled happily and didn't take such things to heart.
When you are in a high position, you are bound to be subject to rumors, but just ignore them.
At this moment, a group of people dressed as refugees came in from outside. The clan leader and village chief climbed up the wall to take a closer look.
The conclusion is: this group is not refugees.
First of all, the refugees last time were ragged, pale and thin, and had to support each other when walking. Some of them were carried on others' backs, and walking was a problem.
Although this group of people were wearing similar clothes, they were clearly all strong men. Their steps were full of energy, and they didn't look like they were starving.
The eyes of the refugees before were dull and lifeless, but the eyes of this group of refugees were like those of hungry beasts, constantly showing greed.
"Youmao... go down quietly... tell them to get ready."