These refugees are all people who are forced to be urgent, and no one is usually a big murderer, and they don't have any real ability to fight people with knives.

The most powerful of them had been slashed to the ground by the wind.

Seeing this fearless attitude, they suddenly became a little empty, and they no longer dared to take out the previous robber truths.

Feng Shi's cold gaze swept over the refugees, and said, "Is there anyone else? If so, come up together."

Listening to her arrogant words, the corners of the mouths of the people in Shanghe Village twitched, and people with ability are so hard.

Seeing that no one dared to come up, Feng carefully put away the knife immediately, and then raised his voice: "We used to be the same homeless people as you, but we never thought of snatching things from other people's hands, if you really want to settle down, there is no way......

Feng raised his finger and pointed to the barren mountain not far from Shanghe Village, and said, "Do you see that mountain? You can rely on your hands to open up the wasteland, and as long as you are willing to endure hardships, there will eventually be a place for you in this troubled world."

"We are all poor, so why do you take it like this?"

In the face of the gentle questioning, one refugee wiped his tears and said: "We didn't want to rob people, let alone kill people, we just wanted to eat a full meal, my grandson hasn't eaten anything for three days, he fainted from hunger, and if he doesn't eat, he's just afraid that he won't be able to survive today......

A half-hundred-year-old man said with despair.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a group of people began to complain, and a dozen and a half children in the refugees made weak voices in their mouths, listening to the incomparably miserable evil.

Feng sighed carefully and said, "If you really want to stay, our village won't be able to take you in, but we can help you where we can."

Feng said softly, and couldn't help but look at the old village chief.

The old village chief was still angry at the bandit logic of this group of refugees just now, and now listening to the tears of the old man of his age, he also felt a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, thinking that at the beginning, they also came to Shanghe Village with nothing.

If it weren't for the lucky star of the wind in their village, they wouldn't know where they were buried by now.

So looking at those hard-working children, his heart softened.

Just as Feng Xian came over and said, "Village Chief, I mean, during the period when they are clearing the wasteland and farming, the people in our village will squeeze out a little grain for them, and when they plant the land and produce crops, we will harvest some more, what do you think?"

She lowered her voice and continued, "If these people really don't leave, we can't really kill them, and it's impossible not to be on guard. Anyway, the barren mountain on the other side is empty, and if we borrow them some hoes or something, if they settle down, they won't trouble us anymore."

"The most important thing is that if other refugees come to trouble our village, this group of people can also help us block it, so that our village will be much safer."

After listening to Feng Xian's words, the old village chief silently gave Feng a thumbs up.

Just now, she slashed the fiercest one among the refugees, and she can be regarded as a powerful refugee.

The refugees were frightened by this knife and did not dare to make trouble in the future.

Now they have temporarily lent some food to the refugees who are ready to clear the land and settle down, and after the refugees have settled down, they have become part of the protection force of their village, and they will not easily harass the people of their village after they have land, and their troubles have been solved.

"Girl, I think you have a good idea, don't worry, everyone will agree."

The prestige of the old village chief was very high, and he responded to it in the village, and he said that it was okay, and it must be okay.

"Then I'll leave the preparation of food to you."

After the wind whispered to the village chief, he took a few steps forward.

The refugees wept for a while, and when they saw that Feng Xian was a man who could speak, one of them said bitterly, "Girl, you are easy to say, until the wasteland grows crops,

I'm afraid we'll starve to death a long time ago, so why wait?"

"That's right, it's not that we're lazy and unwilling to do it, it's that this god doesn't give us a chance to live."

In the face of many complaints and complaints, Feng Xiao raised his voice and said: "I said, the people of our village will help you, as long as you are willing to stay and endure hardships to open up the wasteland, the people of our village are willing to lend food and let you cultivate the wasteland in a down-to-earth manner, but I have to say ugly things in front, we can help you if you are in difficulty, but if you come to grab it yourself, then don't blame the knife in our hands for being polite."

When the refugees heard this, they were overjoyed, "Really? Are you really willing to lend us grain to clear the wasteland?"

As early as a year or two ago, Feng Xian reminded the old village chief to let the people in the village practice economy and start storing grain.

Although the general situation in the world is not good now, the villagers of Shanghe Village do have a large amount of grain in stock, and they are of course unwilling to let them take out a lot of grain at one time.

But a small part of it was lent to these new refugees, and they were still willing.

After all, if this group of refugees did not leave the village, then their own lives would be sad.

If they have to guard the crops in their own fields day and night, where will they have time to farm and do things?

Take something out and lend it to these people, and their own lives will not be affected, even if these people do not pay it back in the future, then they can still accept it.

What's more, if this group of people really clears the land, there will definitely be food in the future.

Feng said carefully, "We can lend you grain, but we have to stipulate how much you will receive every day, and we will only lend grain to those who are willing to stay and clear the wasteland, and we will not lend food to those who are not willing to stay. Anyway, we don't dare to promise too much, so we can only promise that you won't starve to death."

When they heard that the people of Shanghe Village were willing to borrow food and help them open up the wasteland, the refugees were immediately grateful, and some of them had even begun to kowtow to the villagers of Shanghe Village to thank them.

The village chief looked at it and couldn't help but be moved, "What a sin."

One refugee whispered, "We adults can open up the wasteland, but what about these women, children and children?"

Feng said softly, "We also give food to women, children and children, so you don't have to worry about this."

She turned to the village chief and said, "My family has more food, and the food of the dozen or so children is counted on my family, you can see if there are old clothes and old quilts in the village, and if there are any, search for some for women, children and children, and don't let them starve to death at the gate of our village."

The old village chief nodded, "Okay, I see."

Feng carefully turned to the villagers of Shanghe Village and said, "Uncles and aunts, Feiyan City once tolerated us and gave us a way to live, now let's leave them a way to live."