Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

At night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the forest was very quiet.

In addition to the crackling of the fire, the low voices of night watchmen, and the grinding, snoring, and murmuring of sleeping people, there were only the cooing sounds of unknown birds in the forest.

Qiao Ran entered the space and changed into dark black night clothes, then stepped out of the space again.

Taking advantage of the fact that the night watchmen were not paying attention, they slipped out of the camp like a whirlwind.

Zhao Tieniu was talking to a villager on night watch when he seemed to see a black shadow flashing not far away from the corner of his eye.

However, when I looked closely, I saw nothing.

"Tieniu, what's wrong with you? Are you sleepy?"

When the villager saw Zhao Tieniu suddenly stopped moving and his eyes straightened, he thought he had dozed off.

"It's okay, maybe I saw it wrong."

Zhao Tieniu thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes, cheered up, talked to the villagers to prevent him from dozing off, and looked around more vigilantly.

Qiao Ran left the camp and ran all the way. As expected, she found the camp of the three villagers not far away.

Those three villages had more injured people and more seriously injured people, and they only had a few villagers who, like the old village chief, only had a little knowledge and were not even quacks.

I picked some wound medicine at random and made a concoction to apply it. Although it could stop the bleeding, the pain was not stopped, and it could easily cause infection and fever.

Tonight, I'm afraid someone won't be able to bear it and won't wake up.

People from the three villages occupied a long stretch of woods beside the official road. Although people were arranged to keep watch at night, they all took care of their own affairs.

They did not form a circle like Qingshui Village, where all the old, young, women and children were placed in the circle, and the young men and young men were guarding outside.

Instead, each household would find a piece of land at random, spread a mat on the ground and lie down on it.

There were only two people in each village keeping watch, and they were all still drowsy. Some had their heads pounding, and some were even snoring.

It was late at night now and almost everyone was asleep.

Qiao Ran easily entered their camp.

From time to time there were groans from the injured with their eyes closed in the camp, but the others were also extremely tired, so no one paid attention, and everyone was sleeping deeply.

The purpose of Qiao Ran's visit this time was very clear. One was to collect things, and the other was to administer medicine.

Since these people's things came from robbing other refugees, she took it from them as revenge for those refugees.

In order to prevent these bully-like scum from robbing other people or becoming enemies of the people in Qingshui Village again, she doesn't mind turning them all into soft-legged shrimps.

Qiao Ran first stunned the night watchmen, and then blew through the three camps like a gust of wind, collecting all the bullock carts, carts, grain bags, pots and pans, etc. into the space.

There are only two oxen and two oxcarts in the three camps. Needless to say, they are all in Chenjiacun.

Qiao Ran took out a basin from the sheepfold, poured some water from the spiritual spring, then took out a silver needle and pricked her finger, and dripped two drops of blood.

After feeding the two cows some spiritual spring water dripping with his own blood, Qiao Ran took the two cows into his own space.

Until all the materials from the three camps were plundered, and a large pile like a hill was piled in an open space outside the space courtyard.

After collecting her things and finding the wind outlet, Qiao Ran took out a gas tank, opened the stopper, and sent the enhanced version of the smoke she made into the nostrils of these people who were watching the New Year.

Fortunately, there were many people in these three villages, and they were overbearing. No other refugees dared to stay within a dozen feet around them, which made it easier for her to take action. She didn't have to worry about being seen or hurting innocent passers-by.

After doing all this, Qiao Ran returned to the camp, but she did not go back to sleep immediately, but continued running on the road ahead.

Along the way, she saw poor-looking refugees who had nothing around them, so she quietly placed some food and supplies beside them.

It wasn't until after walking more than ten miles and distributing all the supplies he had just obtained from the space, except for the bullock carts, to the refugees who looked like they had been robbed that Qiao Ran turned around and returned to the camp.

Now the people in those three villages have become soft-footed shrimps. Although there are many people, they are just paper tigers with weak hands and feet without any strength.

Whether these supplies can be kept depends on whether these refugees want to keep them.

When Qiao Ran quietly returned to the camp, it was only half an hour later, and the camp was still quiet.

She lay in a bed covered with oilcloth and fur cushions, covered with a thin quilt.

Seeing that the people around him still didn't notice his movements, he ducked into the space again, changed out of the black night clothes on his body, left the space, closed his eyes and thought about things peacefully.

The weather is getting colder. Although the villagers have enough fur clothes and quilts made of multiple furs sewn together, keeping out the cold is not a problem.

But if it rains or snows suddenly, sleeping in the open air is not an option.

Qiao Ran thought that when she got to the next town, she must buy something that could be used to pitch a tent, at least a few more pieces of tarpaulin.

If you don't have it in a small town, you can only rush to Yingzhou Fucheng to buy it.

There are two military tents in her own space, but they can only be used by her family.

If only my own family has it and others don't, not to mention whether some people will feel unbalanced, just watching others suffer from the rain or snow, the Qiao family can't bear it!

It's not her mother's heart, but their village is a whole and cannot be separated from the heart.

In this long road to escape, only if everyone is of one mind and responds together when there are difficulties, can the crisis be resolved and the difficulties passed safely.

The concept of team fighting is also very important in special organizations.

The people in Qingshui Village did not light a fire to cook when they got up the next day. Instead, they warmed themselves up by the fire that was not extinguished. After eating some noodles and dried meat, they packed up and moved on.

Those who were injured felt that most of their injuries were healed when they woke up.

Those with minor injuries could move freely, but those with more serious injuries could no longer feel any pain because of the use of Qiao Ran's spiritual spring water and medicine.

However, the old village chief still asked them to sit in the carriage and not to open the wound.

In order to prevent the refugees or people from the three villages from trying to take advantage of them, the people in Qingshui Village did not put away their weapons and put them within easy reach.

In addition, there were more than a dozen men at the front and rear of the team with weapons to clear the way and cut off the rear.

After walking not far, they saw people from the three villages.

But those people were all crying and cursing, and the whole camp was in chaos.

It turned out that except for the mattresses under them and the clothes they were wearing, almost everything in the camp was gone.