PFC Chapter 281: Trouble Caused by a Steamed Bun
Chapter 281: Trouble Caused by a Steamed Bun
After the refugees agreed, they huddled back into bed, planning to set off again after dinner.
At the same time, the battlements and ice houses in Linshan Village were being built at a very fast speed.
During this period, refugees passed through the village from time to time.
Because of the tragic events in Yinjia Village and Goudan’s mother’s village, the villagers became increasingly nervous when they saw refugees passing by, fearing that they would be attacked by them.
Everyone worked almost day and night to build, and even the children helped to shovel snow.
A few days later, the previously planned battlements and igloos were all built.
The moment Yang's father announced the completion of the project, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The tall walls and battlements in front of them gave the villagers a great sense of security.
They finally no longer had to worry about the refugees coming in quietly and taking their lives.
After relaxing, a strong feeling of fatigue came over me.
After days of hard work, most people lost interest in visiting.
Only a small number of energetic teenagers and children were running excitedly.
Sometimes he climbed up the parapet, sometimes he went into the ice house.
Father Yang looked at the tall walls and the sturdy ice house in front of him and felt quite a sense of accomplishment.
He called Lu Tianming to join him, and the two of them checked again along the wall.
The battlements were very solid, and a lot of ice had been piled on top.
If there is an attack by refugees, this thing can be used immediately.
The igloos were also very sturdy, and there was still a lot of ashes piled up in the brazier in the middle of the house.
This was left by the person on duty last night when he burned firewood.
After checking all along the wall and confirming that there were no problems, everyone went home.
Everyone is really exhausted these days.
Except for the people on duty, everyone else went back to sleep and rest.
It took two days for everyone to recover.
Because there were refugees passing by during the day, Yang's father simply arranged for guards to be on duty during the day as well.
Relatively speaking, daytime duty is much less dangerous.
Therefore, there are not many people on duty during the day, and most of them are women.
On this day, Lu Qingqing and others were practicing martial arts in the yard when they saw a man from the village running over in a hurry.
"Oh no! There are refugees outside the courtyard wall making a scene and refusing to leave. The village chief wants everyone to hurry over with their weapons!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the yard quickly picked up their weapons and followed.
When we arrived at the village entrance, many villagers were already standing on the parapets looking out.
Lu Qingqing found a battlement with few people, climbed up quickly, and found that there were about a hundred refugees gathered outside the courtyard wall.
Among them were men and women, and even a few children.
Seeing that more people were coming, these people were not afraid, but shouted even louder.
At this time, Lu Tianming found Yang's father and asked:
"Brother Yang, what's going on?"
Father Yang sighed:
"A second aunt from my family came here today to deliver food.
When she saw a little boy outside the wall, she insisted that he looked like her youngest son who had died early, so she secretly gave him a steamed bun!
I don’t know if it was said by the child or seen by other refugees.
These refugees outside are completely dependent on us, saying they won't leave unless they get food!"
As he spoke, Father Yang looked at an old woman who was lowering her head in the crowd.
Lu Qingqing followed the gaze and saw the old woman with her head lowered, while several men and wives around her were talking about her.
"Mom, you're already so old, can you stop causing trouble for us?"
"Mom, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you secretly gave the food to those refugees, even though we ourselves were reluctant to eat it. Do you know how to love your own children?"
After the two sons finished complaining, the daughter-in-law saw that everyone around was looking at them and complained as well:
"Mom, my Yongfeng is old enough to get married. You're doing this because you really don't want him to be well!"
The old woman was also very annoyed when she heard the complaints of her son and daughter-in-law.
She looked up and saw everyone's gazes. She knew she had gotten into trouble and explained in a low voice:
“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, that kid really looks like Lao Wu!
Lao Wu was almost like him when he died of starvation, so thin his eyeballs bulged out!"
Her son slapped his thigh angrily:
"Mom, Lao Wu has been gone for so many years, and you still remember him!
I tell you, you're in trouble now.
If you need food, my family doesn't have any!"
Seeing this, the other sons also said that they had no food to give.
The old woman felt heartbroken when she heard her sons say this.
She lost her husband early in life and raised her sons by herself, going through so much hardship.
But now, hey!
As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth tightened, the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth deepened, and she looked more and more worried.
On the battlement, Father Yang looked at Lu Tianming:
"Brother Lu, you have seen a lot. What should we do with so many refugees guarding outside?"
Lu Tianming's gaze stayed on the refugees outside the wall. These people were different from the previous group.
Among this group of people were women and children, all dressed in rags.
Most people only have a stick in their hands, not even a hoe.
Looking at these people outside, Lu Tianming knew that they were also poor people, but he still couldn't give them the food.
If we give them money, they will probably stay outside the village forever and rely on the village.
Although there is some food in my team, it is not enough to feed so many people.
After a long time, something unexpected will happen sooner or later.
Nowadays, if only one of him and someone else can survive, he can only choose his family members!
Lu Tianming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were firm:
"Brother Yang, we can't give you this food!
I’m afraid if I give him a beating, he’ll never leave me again!”
Father Yang nodded. He thought so too, but now there were so many people gathered outside, which really made him feel uneasy!
Lu Tianming looked at Yang's father and whispered a few words.
Father Yang asked doubtfully, "Brother Lu, will this really work?"
Lu Tianming shook his head: "I can't really say, but I have no other choice now. I can only give it a try!"
Father Yang sighed, walked forward a few steps, stood by the wall, looked at the refugees below, and said loudly:
"My dear brothers out there, I'm the village chief. Please listen to me!"
After hearing this, the refugees outside suddenly quieted down.
They were crying and begging here just to get some food.
Since the person in charge has come out to speak, we naturally have to listen to what he says.
Father Yang swallowed nervously, calmed down a little, and then said:
"I know everyone came here from far away just to make a living.
Since you guys are begging for food, we should at least give you some food.
But the fields have been damaged by disasters in the past two years, and no one has much food left. We all have to rely on the little food we can squeeze out to survive!"
The refugees outside were obviously not going to give it after hearing this. One of the women shouted:
"What you said sounds good, but it doesn't mean anything!
We don’t want more, even some rotten vegetable leaves will be enough for a meal.”