Chương 105: Chapter 105 Difficult Villagers
yan Luo still underestimated the level of xenophobia in the village.
Yan Feng and Li Zhe knocked on the door of the first house at the entrance of the village.
Five minutes later, an old man opened the door from the inside. He cautiously poked his head out and said,
"Why are you knocking? Is there something wrong?"
He was very impatient and showed great disdain for the two of them.
Yan Feng said,
"We are just passing by and would like to stay here for a few days. Can we borrow yours?"
Peng
The door was slammed shut.
Yan Feng and Li Zhe looked at each other.
What the hell.
This vigilance is too strong.
The two of them went to several other households, and each household had almost the same reaction, until they arrived at the home of the young man from last night.
The boy shouted from behind the door,
"What are you doing?"
Yan Feng said,
"We want to use your pot. Of course, we won't use it for free. We can give you a bucket of instant noodles."
Behind the door, the boy's eyes lit up. Instant noodles! The only small supermarket in the village had long been sold out.
The boy saw Yan Luo last night and thought he was amiable, so he also thought they should all be good people.
He said,
"Wait a minute, I'll get it."
After a while, the door opened and a black iron pot was handed out.
Li Zhe held the pot, and Yan Feng handed in a bag and a half of braised beef noodles at the same time.
He casually asked,
"Why don't you have anything to eat? Have you no contact with the outside world?"
The boy said,
"There's water outside, how can we get in touch?"
Yan Feng said,
"You are so miserable. There is not much food in the mountains. How do you eat?"
The boy couldn't wait to open the instant noodles bag and answered,
"My dad and his friends would go hunting in the mountains. If they couldn't catch anything, they would go digging for wild vegetables."
The mountains are always better than the flooded plains. At most they can still chew on tree bark, but there is nothing in the plains.
Yan Feng said,
"Then don't you have outsiders here to bring you food?"
"No, they just came to take a look, they didn't bring anything."
"Who? Who are you talking about?"
The young man stopped talking for a moment and said hurriedly,
"Brother, remember to return the pot early."
After saying that, he closed the door.
They didn't gain much that day, and the villagers were very unwelcoming to them.
Yan Luo had no choice but to call everyone back for dinner.
Wang Chunjie and Liu Shi hunted a wild rabbit and two pheasants in the mountains and came back. Bai Yue cleaned the meat, brushed it with sauce, and covered it with plastic wrap.
There were many of them, and the meat was not enough, so Yang Qingru cooked a big pot of porridge. Each person got a piece of meat and a bowl of porridge.
Fresh mountain meat is fragrant when grilled. Yan Luo also has a variety of seasonings. Once pepper, cumin and chili powder are sprinkled on it, the aroma of meat will fill the entire village.
This made the villagers who were eating wild vegetables today so envious that they couldn't eat any more.
"They are barbecuing. That's too much! Why are they barbecuing in our village?"
"That's right, they're occupying our village and eating our food!"
"You can't say that. The prey they hunt in the mountains is not what we raise."
"But...the things they have hit mean we can't hit them! Aren't they just taking up our resources?"
"You're talking as if you can beat someone without fighting..."
The villagers live together in houses that were not damaged by the mudslides. Some of the larger houses are home to three or four households.
The walls between some courtyards were collapsed, allowing seven or eight households to walk around freely.
They couldn't help complaining when they smelled the aroma.
"The senior monk said that there are no good people among the monks out there. Why are you still speaking in their favor?!"
Those who spoke for Fuguang Palace shut up.
"What do you think? If we drive these monks out, will the monk think we are loyal and give us some magic medicine?"
"They are monks. Didn't you see that they can just wave their hands and throw a big stone..."
"So what? Maybe they are just doing it for us to see!
If they were really powerful, they would have broken into our house a long time ago. Why would they be suffering outside?"
A group of villagers gathered together and whispered.
At night, Yan Luo and several disciples scattered around the village to look for the center of the formation, but they couldn't find it after searching for several hours.
At nine o'clock the next morning, a group of people came outside the farm house.
"Come out! Whoever's inside, come out!"
"Come out! Get out!"
When everyone in Fuguang Palace opened the temporary door, they saw about a hundred people outside the collapsed courtyard wall.
They were wearing ragged clothes, had unkempt hair and dirty faces, and looked like a group of savages.
They each held a shovel, hoe, and broom in their hands, staring angrily at the yard.
Yan Luo said softly,
"This yard is broken. If you don't want to live here, can't we live here for a while?"
The temperament of Yan Luo and others made the villagers stunned.
They are like...the bright and handsome college students in TV dramas.
Not only is he clean, he also looks easy-going and elegant, and has nothing to do with being a bad person.
On the contrary, they all looked ferocious and like vicious criminals.
"No! Of course not!"
An old man rushed out first, pointing a broom at Yan Luo.
"This is our village, this is our homestead. How this yard is used is our village's business. Even if we leave it abandoned, it has nothing to do with you bandits!"
Yang Qingru said incredulously,
"You call us robbers? We haven't eaten or drunk anything since we came here, so how can we be robbers?"
"You are a robber if you live on our collective land!"
Yan Luo smiled contemptuously,
"Uncle, you know that the world outside has changed, right? The country no longer exists, so who will recognize your homestead?
Uncle, it's because we are kind-hearted that we won't kill innocent people. Otherwise, we wouldn't even take people like you seriously.
As for the homestead you mentioned, if we kill you all, there will be nothing left."
She said it lightly, but it scared these people who came with such a strong momentum and reduced their momentum by half.
Yell, laws are useless, who cares about the life and death of the weak?
Yan Luo's tone became a little lighter,
"Of course, we don't live here for free. While we live here, we will pick ten families every day and give them something.
These things could be instant noodles, bread, or sausages, ten servings a day, while stocks last."
When the villagers heard about these foods, their eyes lit up. The uncle insisted,
"Why only give it to ten families? There are more than eighty families in our village, there is not enough to share!"
Yan Luo sneered,
"I said give it to ten families, that's for them, I didn't say let them divide it among the whole village, how can it not be enough."
The old man said confidently,
"Our village is one, and they should share the food they get with us!"
But this time, the old man's words did not make everyone follow suit.
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