The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Li Xuemei immediately felt something was wrong when she returned to the village.

The construction of Xiaoan Village has been in full swing. No matter whether it is the people of Xiaoan Village who fled famine, the criminal officials and their families who were exiled to the north, or the people of Xizhou who came here to avoid disaster, they all agreed with the idea proposed by the Yan family to build a safe village fortress, and it even developed into an obsession.

This obsession reached its peak when Xizhou rebelled and attacked Huju.

Because of the lack of security, everyone was more eager for the dock to be built and worked harder.

People living in the village have almost become accustomed to the noisy and bustling sounds every day, and the scenes of the village that change every few days.

At this time, Xiaoan Village was unusually quiet.

"What's going on? Why is the village chief going up there?" Madam Cui pointed at the high wall in surprise.

"Mrs. Yan Er is back! And Mrs. Cui! Are those wounded soldiers? There are so many of them!"

There were crowds of people on the high wall. Li Xuemei could clearly see the faces of each person on the wall and the crossbows they were holding tightly in their hands.

"problem occurs!"

Her face looked solemn.

Madam Cui moved faster than her brain and stretched out her arms to block Li Xuemei.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" She looked around nervously, not forgetting to use her foot to hook the iron crossbow on the car.

"It's good that you're back." Village elder Luo ran down to greet them, still strong and vigorous, and several old men beside him were equally nimble.

They all said at once: "Xiaoer's wife, Gouzi's wife, hurry up, come in quickly, and these injured guys, give them a couple of whips, come in first, quickly!"

"Village chief, what happened?" Madam Cui asked anxiously.

"The barbarians from the west are coming! They are coming from upstream. We listened to the scholar and used rafts to block them in the river. We used gunpowder and killed many of them, but they are still coming from the upper reaches of the river. The remaining young and strong people in the village have all gone there. Even if we can't stop them, we have to kill more of them before they reach our village." Village chief Luo said fiercely.

Li Xuemei immediately thought of where these barbarians came from.

It seems that Longxing, upstream, was not defended.

"Have you sent the letter to Hu Ju?" she asked.

Old Master Song nodded and said, "Send someone to deliver it. Let's hold on for a while. The cats won't go out of the village. It should be fine. As soon as the reinforcements arrive, we will make those barbarians come and go."

"Madam Yan Er, you are finally back. Your Madam Tian is so stubborn. She refused to leave no matter what you said and insisted on staying to wait for you. Although our village is safe now and we have high walls and towers, and those barbarians are blocked upstream and cannot come over, the boys and women in the village have all left through the tunnel. You should go home quickly and take your little maid, Madam Tian, ​​and the others to hide." Old Master Hu was angrily. He was responsible for persuading Madam Tian to leave, but he failed.

Li Xuemei looked at the longbow in his hand.

Mr. Hu raised his eyebrows and said, "The eldest and the second are good at shooting, it's all because of me!"

The other old men nodded.

There's nothing wrong with that. Old man Hu came first, then there were Hu Da and Hu Er. The son is an accurate shooter, so the father can't be a bad one either.

Li Xuemei was speechless for a moment.

Some of the young and strong people in the village joined the Yan family army and have not returned yet. I heard that some of them are blocking the upstream of the village, stopping the Western Rong people who want to go downstream. The only ones left in the village are the old men.

Judging from their postures, they all look very belligerent.

Li Xuemei watched as the dock in Xiaoan Village was built day by day.

No one knows better than her the drawings, materials, how many people worked on it, and how long each section took. It can be said that the Xiaoan Village Fortress has now taken shape.

As long as it is not a large-scale army attacking with high-standard siege weapons, Xiaoan Village can be defended, at least for a few days.

Outside Huju, the Xizhou army was defeated and the rebel king died. Now that the message has been sent to Huju, I believe that as long as they can hold on for one or two days, or at most three days, it will be enough for them to reorganize the remaining troops and come to our rescue!

"It's safer to stay in the village now than to go to the mountains." Li Xuemei analyzed calmly: "The barbarians have broken through Longxing. It's faster and more time-saving to go down by water, but there are only a few boats. I'm afraid not many of them can make it. Since some of them were killed in the explosion, even if the rest reach the village, we have the fort and can defend it."

"It has just rained and it is very cold in the mountains. I am afraid the children won't be able to bear it if they stay there for too long."

Madam Cui cried out, "It's not that good. The forest is so dense that the moisture can't escape. Our house in the mountains hasn't..."

She closed her mouth in time, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they are all villagers, no outsiders.

Xiaoan Village plans to build houses in the mountains to use as resting places and as temporary shelters when needed.

"Why should we hide when we have these good things? Let's fight them!" Madam Cui pointed at the crossbow catapult that was pushed over.

Xiaoan Village, as the source of production, naturally retained some. Now that the barbarians from the west have arrived, Village Chief Hu thought of using these things. Even if they don't use them well, what if a blind cat catches a dead mouse? It would be a profit if he could shoot one to death.

Madam Cui had seen a lot of big scenes, so she spoke very firmly: "Did we build the city wall in vain? Did we build the arrow tower in vain? There are swords, guns, bows and crossbows in the village. There is no one in our village who can't fight a few times? We can't fight the barbarians with real swords and guns, so why can't we shoot from a high place?"

"It's not like we haven't done it before. When the northern barbarians entered the village, we only had a few arrow towers and shot them into hedgehogs. My sister-in-law was enough, and she..."

Li Xuemei interrupted her in time: "Is there any gunpowder left?"

She didn't need to ask who sent the gunpowder. Since the village chief just said that it was arranged by her eldest brother, it meant that Yan Huaiwen was already on guard against the possibility that the Xirong might come by water.

Thinking of this, she felt more at ease.

"There's nothing left. They just sent us those. We initially thought they were just the barbarians, and we used them all at once." Village Chief Hu said with some regret.

The scholar clearly informed them in advance, but they didn't do it well.

"Bring the people back, and let's retreat to the village." Li Xuemei unconsciously brought out some of the majesty she had when she was on the Tiger City Tower commanding the crossbowmen.

In the current situation, we can't let the old men in the village go to the river to pick people up, so it would be safer for her to go there.

"Bring up two crossbow beds and go pick up the people." Li Xuemei said in a firm voice.

These crossbow beds are her confidence.

"Move quickly if you can!" Madam Cui said nothing and immediately raised her voice and started to make arrangements.

Li Xuemei picked out a few wounded soldiers who could drive and led them quickly upstream of the river.

……

Five miles upstream from the ferry.

The team sent by Xiaoan Village to prevent the Xirong from landing was composed of a mixed group of people.

There were people from Xiaoan Village, some who came from other places to work, some who fled from Xizhou, and some who had been convicted of crimes by the government. The most surprising thing was that the former Xizhou soldiers who came to deliver stones to the quarry actually came over to help stop the people.

Thanks to them, this ragtag group of troops, which could not even be considered a ragtag army, did not become too chaotic. When they ran out of gunpowder and could not shoot arrows at the Western Rong, they began to retreat steadily, with the intention of fighting and retreating. (End of this chapter)