Han Dazhi and the others passed by Linjia Village on their way back, and they happened to bump into Lin Xiangdong who was returning from the field with people.

Although the summer harvest has not yet begun, people always have to go down to the fields to see.

The two gangs collided head-on.

Zhao Lizheng and Lin Xiangdong looked at each other and collided hard.

Lin Xiangdong smiled insincerely.

Sarcasm is more polite than polite.

"Zhao Lizheng, what are you going to do with these refugees? Is it going to your village to settle down? Haha, you yourself are going to starve to death, and you have the courage to take in these refugees, be careful that they don't have any bones left for you to eat, you must know that they are as greedy as those blood-sucking leeches. ”

He glanced at Han Dazhi and them in disgust, the two men were too tough, and the old lady looked at her gray hair! But the spirit is shining, and the most important thing is that the eyes are as sharp as hiding knives.

These people are not easy to mess with at first glance, and this kind of person who is not easy to mess with will definitely be difficult to get along with in the future, which is why he worked so hard to prevent these people from staying in their Linjia Village at the beginning, Linjia Village has experienced such a disaster, and he no longer wants outsiders to change the rules here abruptly.

"Don't worry, old man, there are less than sixteen people left in our village. If they don't come to the sixteen of us, I'm afraid they won't live long, anyway, the village will be destroyed, and they will come to our eighteen miles at least eighteen miles.

Even if there is a change of person in the village now, I don't care. People are best alive. ”

Zhao Li really doesn't care, maybe for a big village like Linjia Village, which has hundreds of people, power is still very important. But for a village like his, the threat of outsiders to them was non-existent.

Lin Xiangdong was stunned, "Why are there only sixteen people?" I saw Xiaohua'er some time ago, and this kid greeted me, why did he make it like this? ”

After all, they have lived in front of and behind the mountain for so many years, even if there are some contradictions and grudges between each other, it is just some trivial things in life, and there is no kind of deep hatred and hatred, and it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable when they hear that there are only sixteen people left in the village.

Zhao Lizheng sighed, "All of them are dead, they all died, they ate the cassava in the mountains by mistake, and they were all poisoned, if these people hadn't found us, I'm afraid the sixteen of us wouldn't have survived." There were only sixteen of us left in the village. ”

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Lizheng's back was rickety.

Han Dazhi and Mrs. Wang followed Zhao Lizheng together, anyway, they didn't want to deal with Lin Xiangdong, after all, Lin Xiangdong drove them out in the first place.

Although Lin Xiangdong said that it was the patriarch of Old Man Lin who made the decision, after all, it was Lin Xiangdong who said these words, and people still have a very deep memory of the executor, especially the person who hurt himself.

Lin Xiangdong shook his head, looking at the twenty-five or eighty-thousand, as if these people were dragging twenty-five or eighty-thousand. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Even if these people go to Eighteen Mile Shop, what can they do?

Even if they occupy eighteen miles, that place is still a natural place for pitfalls.

The village has a bad harvest all year round, mainly because the land is not good.

The water source can't keep up, and the whole year is really a matter of watching the sky.

If it rains a little more, maybe the harvest will be better, but if it rains less, it will really be a grain harvest.

It is completely different from their Linjia Village, and it seems that the grudge between these two aspects is settled.

When he went back, he still had to tell everyone to be more careful, after all, what he had to deal with was to pull Old Man Lin down, not to hurt the big guys.

Zhao Li is taking them back.

The village has changed dramatically.

Zhao Lizheng and their houses were not moved, and Zhao Lizheng explained when he left, saying that they could use the houses in the village at will.

After all, they all have to be from a village, and almost every family in the village has become extinct.

If you don't live in these houses, it's hard to let the living move places for the dead.

The families had already cleared all the houses in the village.

Of course, it should be called an inventory to be precise, and there were about 20 households in the village.

Because it is built against the mountain, most of it is made of stone and mud.

But apparently they didn't have much money when they built the house, and the people in this village are poor, and the house is basically dilapidated.

Compared with the walled building in Linjia Village, it is a world of difference, where people are as rich as heaven, and they are simply slums.

At this time, they were all looking for their own houses to live in.

Wang Xiaoqing and they found a family, six houses, and a yard, which looked very magnificent.

But in fact, others don't want to come to this house.

The house was too rough to build, and the stone house was only fixed with yellow mud in the middle, and the yellow mud did not plaster the stone walls.

Weeds grow out of the cracks in many places, crickets can be heard from time to time, geckos and cobwebs hang in the corners, and the wooden bed in the house looks crumbling and squeaking at the slightest touch.

There is no place to worry about it.

Wang Xiaoqing also had a headache when he looked at this place.

But what can be done.

Compared to sleeping in the open air, this is already good.

There must be furniture in her supermarket warehouse, but the problem is that she can't take it out, and it all depends on her personal skills in this place.

To take it out is to find death.

So she discussed it with Han Chengkui and the others, and began to mobilize the big guys to plaster the walls with yellow mud by themselves.

It's summer anyway.

Since the temperature is enough, they have to wipe all the cracks in the walls, especially the thatch on the roof must be re-laid, otherwise it will rain when the time comes, and I am afraid that it will rain outside and the house will be exposed.

Yellow mud is everywhere on this mountain.

It needs to be mixed with some weeds such as straw to be used as a fixation.

Every household is living in mud right now.

Wang Xiaoqing's family is her with a few younger sisters to work.

Liu Xiu'e's body was finally raised, but she suffered a lot of crimes along the way, and she couldn't do any work at all.

His father is literate, so he naturally wants to follow him to the county government to do things, after all, he is a learned person! People can also take a look at it.

The only man in the family is five-year-old Duobao.

I didn't see the little man of their family carrying a small wooden bucket back from the mountain to fetch water.

The water source on this mountain is too far away.

At least there is a spring at the top of the mountain, although it is constant, but there are not many, and if there are many, they will flow down from the mountain, and maybe they will not need to work so hard.

People are just a small pool, and whoever wants to use water can only carry buckets and buckets on their backs.

A bucket of water travels at least five miles.

It was a mountain road, and it had to carry water, which was as difficult as you can imagine.

Just now, Wang Xiaoqing went to fetch water by himself, and almost slid down the mountain with one foot.

There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain, and if you fall down, you will be crushed.

Wang Xiaoqing was scared into a cold sweat.

The eighteen-mile shop who led the way was honest, and he told them that every year two people died in the village because of the water, and they were used to it.