I survived the famine by scavenging and supported my family.

This group of people kills without blinking an eye; they are no ordinary robbers!

Wang Xiufeng gritted his teeth and went to the back to direct the villagers who could walk.

The remaining people were to stay behind to cover the rear, and the village head and chief personally directed the operation.

Seeing that the duck in his mouth was about to fly away, the bandit on the other side raised his whip, and his horse galloped towards them.

The villagers of Wangli Village ran forward with all their might, just like they had been chased by the flood that day!

They ran half a mile in one breath when the bandits on horseback caught up. The village chief himself mounted his horse, picked up a large knife, and went to meet them.

Behind him, two men used pitchforks to poke the horses beneath the group of people.

The horse, in pain, reared up and threw the person off its back.

The man from Wangli Village with a large knife took advantage of the man's inability to turn over and chopped off his head with his knife.

The opponent only has short weapons, which puts them at a significant disadvantage.

But they still refused to give up!

The people of Wangli Village fought and ran until nightfall before they finally shook off the pack of jackals.

Despite the danger of darkness, they chose not to light a fire.

If they see you lighting a fire and chase after you, that would be a real loss!

The village head estimated that they had run at least ten miles today.

Everyone huddled together; those with carriages went inside to take shelter from the rain, and those with tarpaulins used them to build shelters. Those without tarpaulins used templates to build shelters.

Each family has its own methods.

Old Zhao's family.

The precious Cao Rouan naturally hid inside the carriage, leaning against a corner, with Granny Qian and Old Man Zhao on the other side.

The carriage is small. Before, when there was no food, it could still fit seven or eight people. Now, half of the carriage is filled with dried fish and mushrooms, and it can only accommodate four people.

Granny Qian couldn't bear to see her little grandson outside, so she insisted on calling Zhao Qian in, holding him in her arms and letting him sit on her lap.

Besides them, the last adult in the carriage was Zhao Wenyuan, the most precious grandson of the Zhao family.

Old Zhao and Sun could only take Zhao Huilan under the car to shelter from the rain.

Zhao Laosan and Wu Shi could only squeeze under the car with their daughter.

They didn't even have a stool, so Zhao Laosan went to pick up two stones in the dark to sit on, so they wouldn't sit directly on the mud.

After barely managing to get through the night, Wang Xiufeng went to scout the way he had come the next morning and found that the group of people was only three miles away from the main force!

They haven't given up yet!

Feeling a sense of crisis, the people of Wangli Village continued to hurry on their way during the day.

This time, fearing they would leave tire tracks and footprints on the ground, they had someone clean up the traces behind them. Wang Xiufeng pulled a car from another location and deliberately left several tracks to mislead the group of bandits.

After fleeing for three days without any sign of being caught, the people of Wangli Village finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued their journey at a slower pace.

the other side.

Zhao Ningning pointed to the "Z" shape on the tree and shouted excitedly, "Brother! Brother! Look at that!"

Zhao Qi heard the sound and looked in the direction his sister was pointing. On a tree among the many forks in the road at the foot of the mountain, there were words carved on it!

The Z-shaped markings were carved so naturally, like claw marks left by an animal, but Zhao Ningning knew that they were the symbols agreed upon by his family.

Ning's mother, Zhou Lanxiang, also has the surname Z in pinyin, as does Zhao. This is the way their family agrees to mark their names!

Zhao Ningning jumped out of the car happily, held up her umbrella and went over. Sure enough, on the tree next to the Z-shaped mark, there was a small D-shaped and N-shaped mark.

This is a marker indicating direction.

After reading it, Zhao Ningning returned to the car and said to Wen Zichuan, "Our team is heading southeast."

"Southeast? Isn't that the same direction as us?" Wen Zichuan said, "If you keep following this road, you'll meet your parents."

Zhao Ningning smiled and said, "Yeah! We've been walking for so many days without seeing any markers. I thought we'd gotten separated from them!"

In fact, they really did diverge. Ning's father left about ten similar marks, and Zhao Ningning only encountered one on the third to last one.

After she and Zhao Qi were pushed into the flood by the mudslide, they drifted downstream. In the past few days, they traveled from the rear, which took them quite a long way before they finally reached the main road to Luchuan County.

Wen Zichuan: "From now on, we just need to keep going in this direction."

Since we're all heading to Luchuan County anyway, and someone has already traveled this road, it means it's passable.

What Zhao Ningning and the others didn't know was that they were currently in the very spot where Wangli Village had been hit by a thunderstorm.

Following the marked area down the mountain, Zhao Ningning soon saw a large group of refugees gathered in a ravine, doing something she couldn't quite place.

Wen Zichuan obviously saw it too.

With so many people... he immediately ordered the team to take a detour.

Their procession consisted entirely of horse-drawn carriages; there was no need for them to draw attention by taking this route.

After bypassing that group, Zhao Ningning and her companions encountered a group of people all on horseback.

They were all carrying bloodstained machetes, and some of them also carried several bulging bags.

As soon as the two met, the person on the other end immediately let go of the bag in their hand.

The leader laughed loudly, "Hahaha! Brothers! Heaven truly rewards us! We failed to catch that flock of fat sheep ahead, but it's sent another group to our Zhentian Gang!"

He rubbed the broadsword in his hand on the horse's mane, squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse ran towards the caravan.

Zhao Ningning: "?"

—You're the fat sheep!

Although the convoy only has seventeen people, they are all top talents handpicked by the Wen family!

Wen Zike had his cousin and the two young benefactors stand together, and personally stood guard to one side.

Wen Zichuan's right arm wound had almost healed, so he dared not use too much force. He could still draw his sword to scare the enemy, so he took out his longsword and stood on the other side.

"Kill them!!!"

As their weapons clashed, the longsword seemed to come alive, bypassing the broadsword and thrusting towards the opponent's heart!

In an instant, four or five of the thugs fell down!

Seeing the situation was dire, the leader rode his horse to the middle of the caravan—the child being protected by the two men in the carriage was definitely the most important!

As long as we capture one person as a hostage, we won't have to worry about them not handing over the food!

As the bandit leader's mind raced, he reached the front of the carriage and drew his broadsword to strike the two men standing in front.

Wen Zike and Wen Zichuan simultaneously drew their swords to meet the attack. The bandit swung his body, fell off his horse to the side, and reached out to grab Zhao Ningning, who was standing on the front of the carriage!

Zhao Qi: "Ningning!!"

"Miss Zhao!"

The bandit leader rode for a while before straightening up, easily lifting the little girl behind him, and grinning maliciously, "Haha, your young lady has been captured! Now hand over the grain!"

Before it was time to back down, Wen Zichuan said, "Cousin, hurry and save Miss Zhao!"

"But!" Wen Zike found it hard to move his feet. "Last time, none of us protected you! You were almost hurt by the thieves!"

"If it weren't for Miss Zhao, I would have died last time." Wen Zichuan stood next to Zhao Qi. "Brother Zhao is here, you should go quickly!"

Wen Zike wanted to say that Zhao Qi didn't know any martial arts, so what use was he?

But he had no choice but to obey his cousin's orders, so he gritted his teeth, picked up his sword, and chased after him.

After being arrested, Zhao Ningning was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized that she had to find a way to break the deadlock!

In a flash, Zhao Ningning took out a dagger from her spatial storage, drew it from its sheath, and used all her strength to stab it into the horse's rump.

The horse beneath the bandit let out a long neigh and reared up wildly.

Caught off guard, the thug leaned back, unable to hold the hostage in one hand and the machete in the other.

While he was distracted, Zhao Ningning hooked her foot on the stirrup of the horse and used it to break free from the bandit's grasp, rolling to the ground.

Zhao Ningning rolled over and crawled into the grass.

The leader of the mighty Zhentian Gang was tricked by a little girl!

He was so angry that his face turned blue. He abandoned the horse, which was in pain and went mad, and raised his machete to hack at the bushes where the little girl was hiding.

Why would Zhao Ningning just hide where she was and let him chop her down?! She crawled forward on all fours for a while, and when she reached a spot without grass, she immediately got up and ran ahead.

As long as she leads people to a secluded place, she can throw a large rock from the elevator lobby at them!

On the way, Zhao Ningning and Zhao Qi reviewed their previous shortcomings. Being small and weak, they could only make use of their spatial advantages.

After coming up with the idea of ​​smashing people with big rocks, Zhao Ningning moved everything in the elevator lobby into her home and specially found two rocks taller than a person to put inside.

Thinking as she ran, Zhao Ningning reached a slope. Seeing that no one was chasing her except the thugs, she slipped and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

The pursuing thug's eyes lit up, and he sneered inwardly: No wonder she's a young lady from a wealthy family; she's only smart, but her body is too delicate! She tripped and fell after running just a few steps!

The prey was unable to move, so the ruthless bandit approached with his knife. Only when he was close did he shout, "You dare hurt my BMW—"

He raised his machete high and then slashed down.

The people on the ground have disappeared!

"It's gone!"

The ruthless bandit was filled with fear. He turned around and looked around, but the slope was deserted, with not a single person in sight.

"Where did you go?!"

How could a living person just vanish into thin air?! Could it be—could it be a ghost?!

Zhao Ningning, who was hiding in the space, seized the opportunity the moment he turned around and threw the large rock out of the space!

A boulder weighing over 100 pounds fell from above, and by the time the bandits noticed the shadow overhead, it was too late to dodge.

The next moment, he was pressed firmly to the ground by the stone.

This height isn't enough to kill him by crushing him with a large rock.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was unable to move because of the stone, Zhao Ningning kicked the machete out of his hand, picked it up, and chopped off his hands and feet.

Not far behind, Wen Zike's anxious shouts came.

Zhao Ningning touched the large rock, put it back into her spatial storage, and before the bandit could react, she took a large knife and stabbed him in the chest.

"Miss Zhao—"

"Zhao!"

When Wen Zike caught up, he was speechless when he saw the horrific state of the bandits on the ground.

Zhao Ningning hesitated for a moment, then chopped off the bandit's head and said to Wen Zike, "Let's go!"

"Miss Zhao." Wen Zike swallowed hard and followed behind Zhao Ningning.

He could hardly believe that an eight-year-old girl could do this.

She single-handedly took down and defeated an eight-foot-tall, burly man?!

Zhao Ningning didn't have time to pay attention to him; her brother was still in the car, his life hanging in the balance!

Back at the spot where the carriage had been stopped, Zhao Ningning threw the severed head on the ground. "Your boss's head is gone! Stop!"

The henchmen over there didn't believe it at first, but when they took a look, the little girl who had been captured earlier had returned unharmed!

The muddy, ball-shaped object at her feet was none other than her eldest son's head!

He was momentarily distracted, and the Wen family's longsword delivered a fatal blow.

Without even needing to call a halt, the Wen family seized the opportunity to surround and eliminate the remaining members.

"Ningning!" Zhao Qi jumped out of the car, grabbed his sister's arm, and looked her up and down. "Are you alright?!"

Zhao Ningning shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Miss Zhao..." Wen Zichuan got out of the car and walked to Zhao Ningning's side. "Miss Zhao, are you injured?"

"No, no!" Zhao Ningning waved her hand. The Wen family was cleaning up the battlefield, touching the unsightly corpses and throwing them down the hillside to soothe the frightened horses. After the fight, there were ten more horses in the group!

The horse whose rear end Zhao Ningning had pricked had disappeared, and the Wen family's team had no intention of chasing after it.

It was still early, and they weren't going to stay there, so the group set off again.

Sitting in the carriage, Wen Zichuan asked, "Cousin, how did Miss Zhao kill the bandit leader?"

Wen Zike shook his head: "I don't know either. When I got there, Miss Zhao stabbed the robber in the heart and was pulling the knife out."

"When that robber died, his hands and feet had been cut off."

Wen Zichuan thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how Zhao Ningning did it.

But he could tell that Zhao Ningning was a quick-witted girl.

After being arrested, if she hadn't come up with a way to save herself in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Wen Zichuan pondered for a moment and said, "Zike, what do you think about us teaching those two siblings the Wen family's martial arts?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zike was startled. "Isn't the Wen family's martial arts only taught to Wen family members?!"

"Those two saved my life," Wen Zichuan said. "The Wen family's secret techniques aren't taught, but ordinary moves are."

Wen Zike's heart, which had been terrified, finally calmed down. "Even if it's just a normal move... never mind, you're the one in charge, I'll listen to you!"

After dinner that evening, Wen Zichuan personally approached Zhao Ningning and her brother and explained his purpose.

Zhao Ningning put down her bowl, rubbed her hands together, and asked incredulously, "You said you were going to teach us martial arts?"

Wen Zichuan corrected, "It wasn't me who taught him, it was my cousin. He's the best at martial arts."

Zhao Ningning: "Is it your cousin's kind of flying light footwork?! And that sword-wielding move?!"

After thinking for a moment, Wen Zichuan nodded: "Mm."

Zhao Ningning almost fainted from happiness. She grabbed Zhao Qi's hand and said, "Brother, I'm a little short of breath right now."

Wen Zichuan: "?"

Zhao Qi explained, "She was so happy that she was a little out of breath."

"That's lightness skill! You can fly if you learn it!" Zhao Ningning's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Young Master Wen!"

"No need to be so polite," Wen Zichuan said. "Just call me Wen Zichuan."

Led by Wen Zichuan, Zhao Ningning and Zhao Qi followed along and memorized the mnemonic.

The mnemonic was over a thousand characters long. Zhao Qi memorized it, and the two of them went back to their space that night to write it down on their computers and then study and translate its meaning.