We agreed on a famine year, so how come your family has enough rice and wheat flour?

Lin Feng's bare, muscular upper body attracted the flirtatious glances of many widows in the village.

"My wife, I'm back!" Lin Feng pushed open the courtyard gate and called into the house.

Liu Yu lifted her skirt and walked out. When she saw Lin Feng return, she couldn't suppress her longing and rushed over to hug him.

"My wife, you smell so good, so fragrant and soft!" Lin Feng chuckled and couldn't resist touching her all over.

This made Liu Yu blush with embarrassment.

"Husband, why didn't you come back wearing a shirt?" Liu Yu asked, drawing circles on Lin Feng's chest in confusion.

Lin Feng told Liu Yu about the refugees, then said seriously:

"My wife, from now on, when I'm not home, you can just hide in the tunnel. Even if the refugees come, they won't be able to find you."

"Understood, my husband!"

Afterwards, Lin Feng went to put on some clothes, while Liu Yu, carrying the rice and pork he had bought, went to prepare dinner.

Just as Lin Feng was waiting for Liu Yu to finish cooking, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.

"Brother Feng!"

Someone outside was calling for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng walked over, opened the courtyard gate, and saw a man with a body as thick as a black bear and hair as thick as an iron brush, just like Li Kui in his previous life.

"Shunzi, what brings you here?"

Lin Feng recognized the man as Song Qing's fourth son, Song Shun.

"Brother Feng, this is the white mud that my dad scraped off the base of the wall."

Song Shun gave Lin Feng a ceramic jar containing five or six pounds of saltpeter.

Lin Feng was overjoyed and quickly accepted it.

This time, I can hand-roll five or six pounds of gunpowder again.

"By the way, Brother Feng, my dad knows about the refugees and sent me to protect you and Sister-in-law Liu Yu," Song Shun said with a simple and honest smile.

"No need," Lin Feng waved his hand.

"No, you must, Brother Feng. We feel unworthy of such good rice from you."

Song Shun was very serious, looking like he wouldn't leave until he agreed.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, "Then how about this, you come with me to go hunting in the mountains tomorrow, and you can rest well at home tonight."

"Go hunting in the mountains? But my father doesn't agree to me going in the mountains."

Song Shun scratched his head, having also considered going up the mountain to hunt, but Song Qing thought there were bandits in the mountains.

If you encounter bandits, you might lose your life there.

Originally, Song Qing's three sons were captured and sent to Black Wind Village to do hard labor.

I didn't want my fourth son to get into trouble too.

"It's okay. Just tell your dad that I insisted on going up, but you felt you had to protect me, so you strongly insisted on coming with me."

"Alright, I'll go up the mountain with you tomorrow!" Song Shun immediately agreed and then turned and left.

Night fell, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

After finishing dinner with Liu Yu, Lin Feng, full of energy, couldn't wait to get down to bed and make love.

The second time they consummated their marriage, Liu Yu had adapted much better and wouldn't experience the same pain and lack of enjoyment as the night before.

After a long while, the wooden bed gradually quieted down after a loud creaking sound.

With a satisfied look on her face, Liu Yu lay limply on Lin Feng and fell asleep.

Lin Feng slowly withdrew his arm, kissed Liu Yu on the cheek, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and went outside to make gunpowder and fuses.

……

Bang bang bang!

At the village entrance, in a villager's house, a man who was already fast asleep heard a knock on the door and groggily got out of bed.

"Who is it?" the man called out as he put on his clothes.

But no one answered, only a series of annoying knocks on the door.

The man was furious, grabbed a wooden stick, and went outside.

As soon as the door opened, a group of emaciated men dressed as refugees stood at the entrance.

One of the men, wearing a straw hat, held a large, gleaming, and extremely sharp knife.

"You..." The man was about to speak when the man in the straw hat revealed a sinister look in his eyes, swung his knife, and slit his throat!

The man's eyes widened, his hands clutching his bleeding neck, unable to utter a sound.

Finally, it collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent!

"Search everything! Take all the food and money!"

Just then, a woman in the inner room heard the commotion outside and called out to her husband, but received no response. Instead, she heard the sound of something being rummaged through, as if a thief had broken into the house!

"Who, who's in our house?"

The woman nervously stepped out of the inner room and saw her husband lying in a pool of blood.

"Ahhh!" the woman screamed in disbelief.

"Murder! Murder!"

"Damn it, there's another person inside!" The man in the straw hat frowned and also killed the woman.

However, the woman's screams had already echoed throughout the quiet village.

The men, not caring that they had only found a few pounds of coarse rice, rushed to flee the house.

The neighbors noticed the strange occurrence and came out, but it was too late; they only saw dark figures fleeing the village.

Soon, they discovered two corpses lying in pools of blood inside the house.

Soon, the men of Dongshan Village held torches and gathered outside their houses, while the women hid in their own tunnels.

"Village head, something terrible has happened! A group of refugees must have just come here to steal our grain!"

"These refugees are truly ruthless; they kill without hesitation, just like the bandits of Black Wind Mountain!"

The villagers said to Chen Youtian with righteous indignation.

Chen Youtian's face was grim. Although he had several servants at home, he was still afraid of this situation.

After all, Lin Feng had left him traumatized.

"Everyone, I have a suggestion!" Lin Feng stepped out from the crowd.

While making gunpowder, he also heard screams coming from the edge of the village.

Lin Feng had examined the crime scene; the fatal stab wounds on the two corpses were caused by extremely sharp long knives.

It can be concluded that this group of refugees who broke into the house and looted the grain were completely different from the group he encountered when he returned to the village during the day.

Looking around at the villagers, Lin Feng said loudly, "In our village, including myself, there are five hunters. As long as the village head provides money and grain, and hires us hunters to guard the village at night, if any refugees enter the village and kill or rob, we will work together to catch them."

The villagers thought this was a good idea.

But to get Chen Youtian to provide the money and supplies...

As expected, Chen Youtian immediately objected.

"No way, why should I pay for everything?"

"Because you are the village head." Lin Feng looked at Chen Youtian.

"What's wrong with being a village head? I'm neither an official nor a clerk, I have no such obligation." Chen Youtian said without batting an eye.

Upon hearing this, the villagers secretly rolled their eyes at him.

Lin Feng shrugged. "Well, there's nothing we can do then. Everyone should lock their doors tonight and not open them for anyone."

After saying that, Lin Feng turned and left.

After walking for a while, Chen Youtian caught up with two servants.

"Lin Feng, how's the matter of the thirty bushels of unpolished rice? Did you find out the lowest price when you went to the county town during the day?"

"Let me tell you, bandits are even more terrifying than refugees. Don't play tricks on our whole village."

"But I still advise you to buy my grain. It will save you the cost of hiring someone to haul the grain back. At worst, I'll take a loss. You can ask around in the county town about the price, and I'll sell it for the same amount."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng paused, turned back to look at Chen Youtian, and said meaningfully:

"Sure, I'll go to your granary the day after tomorrow to check the grain. If there's nothing wrong with the grain, I'll pay you."