Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

"Ran Ran..."

Chen Huiniang looked at her daughter expectantly.

Qiao Ran looked at her and nodded again: "Mother, I am very sure that you will definitely meet your real family."

Chen Huiniang didn't know whether she really believed her daughter's words or just wanted to find psychological comfort. She nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I believe it. Ranran said it's okay, so it's definitely okay!"

Mrs. Qiao and Lin Guizhen looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Qiao Ran didn't just comfort her mother, she had a hunch that her mother would definitely find her real family in the future.

She has always had a strong premonition. She had this premonition when she first suspected that her mother was not Mrs. Chen's biological child.

Sitting in a carriage and driving on the road can sometimes be boring. When everyone is drowsy, Qiao Ran pretends to close her eyes and rest, but her actual consciousness has entered the space.

She carefully rummaged through the small pile of Mrs. Chen's luggage and found nothing that could prove her mother's identity.

I don’t know if it was lost a long time ago, or it was not taken out when fleeing, or maybe it was snatched by someone on the road.

Qiao Ran was not surprised. After all, after so many years, the Chen family probably did not dare to keep those things, and they might have been thrown away or burned long ago.

No matter what, Qiao Ran decided to go find Mrs. Chen again tonight.

Her revenge against the Chen family has not officially begun yet!

It turned out that it was just their hatred for abusing the original owner, and now they also abducted her mother when she was a baby, causing her mother to be separated from her biological father and mother.

Qiao Ran thought that she would never let the Chen family go this time!

When we stopped to rest that night, there were still many refugees here, and most of them had nothing to eat, so they had to dig wild vegetables and roots to make ends meet.

There were still so many injured people in the village. In order to avoid causing trouble, the old village chief decided that everyone should not light a fire to cook tonight, but just eat some cooked noodles and wild vegetable pancakes made before leaving the mountain for a casual meal.

In the past few days, we have to hurry up and see if we can pass the refugees in front of us. As long as we are away from the fleeing crowd, the danger will be much less.

Everyone didn't go hunting tonight. They all stayed in the camp in case there were still blind refugees coming to snatch things.

After filling their stomachs hastily, everyone rested early.

In the dead of night, Qiao Ran quietly left the camp again and ran quickly on the road.

After a day's walking, the swiftly walking team from Qingshui Village was twenty or thirty miles away from the snail-like teams from the three villages.

With such a long distance, Qiao Ran arrived in just a cup of tea.

Perhaps because everyone's belongings had been stolen and they thought there was nothing left to steal, or perhaps because everyone was low on energy, there was no one left to watch the night in the three villages tonight.

Everyone found a comfortable spot on the grass, gathered some hay to cover themselves, and then curled up and fell asleep.

Qiao Ran found the place where Mrs. Chen and her family were. The old Mr. Chen, who had a bruise and a swollen face, and Mrs. Chen Liu, who was also bruised and swollen, were different from the incompatibility during the day. I don't know whether it was because of the cold or some other reason, but they actually fell asleep hugging each other again.

Mrs. Chen was wrapped in a mattress alone, snoring loudly as she slept.

Chen Wangshi and Chen Laoer were lying together on another mattress.

Chen Laoer's two sons each found a tree not far away, leaned against the trunk of the tree and hugged a pile of hay, and snored loudly.

In the dark night, like a ghost, Qiao Ran quietly approached the Chen family. Using the light of the fire, she first glanced at Chen Laoer, whose face was extremely red, and he was already breathing more out than in, and he was about to die.

Qiao Ran pulled her lips and smiled coldly. Chen Laoer was hit on the head by a stone from Chen Wang. If he had his own medicine and spiritual spring water, he might be able to save a dog's life.

However, these Chenjiacun people had no good medicine at all, so they just randomly picked some herbs commonly used to treat bruises and applied them on them.

Although the bleeding was finally stopped, such a large opening was not disinfected or bandaged, and was exposed to the air, and so many unclean herbs were applied to it. It would be strange not to get infected!

Looking at him like this now, he already has a high fever, but Chen Wang slept like a dead pig. Xu felt that the heat source next to her was very comfortable, and she pressed tightly against Chen Lao Er, absorbing it from him. That last bit of warmth.

No one cares about it, and there is nothing that can be done about it. Chen Laoer will die of anger without waiting until tomorrow morning.

Qiao Ran looked away, took out a can of gas from the space, and sprayed twice into the noses of everyone in the Chen family.

This can is the gas that made everyone weak in the hands and feet last night. The ancients had a similar medicine called Ruanjin Powder, but it still had to be taken by people to be effective.

But Qiao Ran's medicine was made into a gas, so there was no need for people to swallow it. As long as they smelled it, they would feel weak all over, their hands and legs would be weak, as if their bones and tendons had been taken away.

Last night, Qiao Ran just let the gas be blown away by the wind and mixed in the air. Each person inhaled a limited amount, but it still made them all weak, as if they were suffering from a serious illness.

Now, Qiao Ran sprayed the gas directly into the noses of the Chen family. The effect was not comparable to last night.

When they wake up tomorrow morning, they will find that they have no strength to walk and can only crawl on the ground like maggots.

Qiao Ran had killed too many people in her previous life. In this life, as long as it was not an emergency, she did not want to kill more people unless necessary.

But making these unforgivable villains live worse than death is actually better than killing them directly.

Killing directly is too merciful to the bad guys. Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that life is worse than death. It is enduring endless torture, struggling in pain, and never seeing hope.

When these people are on their way tomorrow, they will find that the Chen family has become a burden to them.

At that time, this family will be abandoned, but I don’t know how many days they can survive, or whether they will starve to death after not being able to survive for 10 days.

In this long period of pain, I wonder if they will regret their past actions?

After all the Chen family members had inhaled this gas that could make people unable to stand up forever, Qiao Ran put away the gas can.

Then he walked next to Old Mrs. Chen, stretched out one hand, picked up Old Mrs. Chen who was sleeping heavily on the ground and was snoring loudly, and quickly rushed to the forest beside her.

At the moment when her figure was about to disappear, a middle-aged man who woke up from the pain of a wound on his head just sat up and saw a black image passing by like a ghost, and quickly drifted to the not far away place. The dense forest disappeared into the night in an instant.

The man thought he had been dazzled, so he wiped his eyes and looked again. Apart from the woods that were as dark as a group of monsters and monsters, were there any moving black shadows anywhere?

I don't know what he thought of, but the man's whole body trembled, and he quickly lay down again, covering his head under the mattress, and never dared to poke his head out again.

In a quiet and deserted forest, Qiao Ran took out a basin of dirty water from the sheepfold and poured it on Mrs. Chen's face.

Old Mrs. Chen, who was sleeping like a dead pig, was splashed with cold water. She shivered several times, and then she woke up and turned around.