Chapter 56: The Wind and Rain Are Brewing

When the group came to the village chief's house, they found a group of people standing in front of the village chief's house, and about half of the village was here.

The village chief glanced at the people below and asked, "Everyone is here, right?" ”

"And Xiao Wang...... Oh, here he comes. ”

The blacksmith trotted over and said to the village chief, "Qiu Niang is also here." ”

"Okay, now that the families are ready, then we can talk about it now." The village chief took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "What I'm going to say next, I believe everyone has a bottom in their hearts." ”

“……”

There was silence, and a sad mood spread in the silence.

After a long time, someone finally asked out loud: "Village chief, do you have to go?" ”

The village chief looked over and saw that it was a young man.

"Little second son, where is your father?"

"My dad got sick a few days ago, and my mom is taking care of him at home."

"Oh, so you're in charge now?"

"Yes."

"In that case, I'll be blunt." The village chief looked away, facing everyone's gaze, he did not panic in the slightest, and was very calm, "This time, in principle, each family is in charge, I will not force you, but to be practical, I don't recommend you to stay." ”

"Village Chief......

"Most of the people present had a similar experience when they were young, they knew what it was like to flee, but they also knew what the fate would be if they didn't escape, neither of these two options was better, we are facing an unpredictable future, maybe we all have the possibility of survival, maybe both are dead."

"How to choose, everyone should think about it. I've got reliable information that the enemy will be here in a month at the latest, so whether you choose to leave or stay, and go up the hill to hide, you have to plan as soon as possible. The village chief spoke, his voice growing hoarse.

In times of war, no one is immune to the effects of war, even if it is a small village that is almost isolated from the rest of the world.

Suddenly, Aunt Wang pulled the little girl forward and said, "Village chief, I'll go with you." ”

The village chief looked at Aunt Wang in surprise, "Qiu Niang, have you really thought about it?" ”

"Hmm." Aunt Wang nodded firmly, "If I go, maybe I will have a chance to meet Ah Yang." ”

"That kid ......," the village chief sighed, and did not continue.

Blacksmith Wang also walked out of the crowd at this time, raised his hand and said, "Village Chief, I'll go too." ”

There were already two statements in a row, and the rest of the people began to make noise, and within a few seconds, some people said that they wanted to follow the village chief. But there are still some who choose to stay.

The village chief also identified the families who stayed behind one by one, and understood that it was not that they did not want to leave, but that they could not go. The old, weak, sick and disabled, not to mention that they can't catch the road, even if they can have half of their strength, they are afraid that they will become a drag on the way.

"If you choose to stay, don't worry too much, and seize the time to get a shelter in the mountains, which is not difficult for us." The village chief comforted, "Everyone is in trouble, if the fighting subsides one day and we can live safely, we will return to our homes, and we will also work together to build it in the shortest possible time to protect our relatives and friends who cannot travel far." ”

Under the encouragement of the village chief, the matter of leaving the village to take refuge and staying behind the mountain was quickly arranged, not only the adults had to act, but also the children had to try to contribute their own strength, which was the life and death of everyone.

After the long plot is over, Tong finally has time to talk to me Baba, she has too many questions in her head, although she knows that as the plot progresses, the things she is curious about will have a result, but she still can't help but want to ask.

It was a desperate worry and a frustration about war.