Farming space: fortunate petite to farm

The people hurried out of the place with mule carts.

As expected, there was a well at the end of the street. Gu Qing let down the bucket and drew up most of the bucket of water.

Uncle Ma took a knife and took Gu Sanlang, the grandson of his aunt's family, Tieniu, and Gu Jinsheng, the eldest son of the village head's family. Several people walked around and found a house.

There are three main rooms in the house. A squeeze is enough for everyone to sleep.

Uncle Ma and some young men took down the door panels in the middle of the three rooms, and the three main rooms were barely opened.

Then they drove the mule cart in.

Everyone hurried to cook.

There are ready-made stoves in the house, but it's only enough for one household. Aunt Liu went there with a spatula. No one went there anymore.

Everyone is more silent today than ever.

Only huzibao'er yam Forsythia in winter, a few ignorant children are still running around in the yard.

Bao'er ran and bumped into xing'er. Xing'er screamed and suddenly pushed bao'er away, "don't touch me!"

Qian looked over there and stopped talking.

Gu Zhong didn't say anything.

Lanzhi sat there, still shivering.

The eldest uncle came over and asked, "Uncle Ma, are you still on vigil tonight?"

Uncle Ma said in a deep voice, "mules can only spend the night in the yard. They must be watched."

"That man may have an accomplice."

The eldest uncle nodded. In such a chaotic world, you can't live without a group.

After dinner, uncle Ma ordered the people to unload everything from the mule cart and put it in the house. After arranging the night watchman, everyone went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Gu Fei was woken up by the sound of a "clang clang clang" Gong, and Gu Qing shouted, "the thief has entered, everyone gets up!"

Gu Fei hurriedly got up, grabbed his clothes and put them on. He saw that Gu Qing and his uncle had retreated to the door of the house.

Gu Fei stood behind Gu Qing and looked out. There was a fire in the middle of the yard. Behind the fire stood seven or eight men. If they ignored their machetes, kitchen knives and axes, they looked no different from ordinary farmers.

Gu Fei saw the man selling meat buns in the evening.

The first man, who was not tall but strong, said without any fluctuation in his tone: "give me the food and don't kill you."

Gu Fei narrowed his eyes and had a dagger in his hand.

At this time, uncle Ma came out and stood in front of Gu Qing and his uncle. He said faintly, "we also want food to live. It's impossible to give it to you."

"There are many of you and many of us. I advise you to leave quickly."

The leading strong man waved his machete, "there's nothing to say, brothers, move --"

Before he finished, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out of the house. Before Zhuang man reacted, he felt a cold in his neck, like a wind.

Zhuang man's open mouth could no longer be closed, and a blood arrow shot out of his throat.

Gu Fei hit well and retreated quickly.

The strong man covered his neck, shook it a few times and fell down slowly.

The rest of the men were stunned. The strong man was the most powerful of them. Is he dead?

Gu Fei held the dagger in his hand and stood in the yard. He looked at the group coldly, "get out now, or none of them will live."

Some stepped back, others stood still.

The man selling meat buns suddenly said in a gloomy way: "what are you afraid of, but a little girl."

Someone whispered, "it's the little girl that's terrible -"