RPAGF Chapter 253: Novice Bandits
Chapter 253: Novice Bandits
The team hurried along the way, and when passing a narrow mountain road, they suddenly encountered a group of refugees. They were ragged, their faces were haggard, and their eyes revealed fatigue and confusion.
The other side saw that the people in this team were dressed like refugees. Their clothes were tattered and patched, their hair was unkempt like grass, and their faces were covered with traces of dust and weather.
A thin man in the refugee group shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hey, are you here to make a living too?" His eyes swept over the people in the group, full of curiosity.
The people in the group didn't respond immediately, but looked at each other warily. Everyone gripped the handles of the carts and their loads tightly, feeling a little uneasy.
Yang Qingfeng looked at the refugees across from him, sighed deeply, and then walked forward and said, "Alas, there's been no harvest this year. Nothing has grown in the fields, and many people have starved to death. We have no choice but to come out and see if there's any way to survive."
Yang Qingfeng's face was full of sorrow, and his voice was filled with helplessness and despair.
As he spoke, he glanced at Li Shenghui, who understood and quickly continued, "Yes, many people in our village have lost their lives, and we are really desperate. We thought of going to the provincial capital to try our luck and see if we can find some work to make a living."
"Where are you from? Are your situations as dire as ours?" Yang Qingfeng said as he carefully observed the reactions of the refugees across from him. His brows were furrowed, and his worried expression was very realistic.
One of the refugees took a step forward and told them with a gloomy look: "We are from Lotus Village. We have suffered a lot along the way." His voice was hoarse and his eyes revealed deep fatigue and fear.
"I advise you to be careful. The world is very chaotic nowadays. Many people have resorted to kidnapping in order to make a living." The man said worriedly, looking around vigilantly.
"We've encountered several groups of robbers along the way. Some were lone robbers, and some were in groups. They don't care whether you're pitiful or not. As long as they see you have something, they'll rush up to rob you." The man clenched his fists, his face full of anger and helplessness.
"So you must be careful, don't be alone, and don't let people see that you have valuables." After saying this, he sighed heavily.
Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui hurriedly clasped their fists in thanks, then quickly led the team away at a quickened pace. Their steps were hurried, their expressions tense, not daring to delay even a moment.
After walking a distance, Yang Qingfeng suddenly stopped the team. Everyone gathered together, their faces filled with confusion and anxiety.
Yang Qingfeng's face was solemn. After looking around, he lowered his voice and told everyone, "From the tone of those refugees, I'm afraid there are bandits around here. We must make some preparations just in case."
Li Shenghui took a look at the people who came out this time, frowned, and said worriedly: "Brother Qingfeng, look, those of us who came out this time are all thin, with thin arms and legs. If we really encounter bandits, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist." His eyes were full of worry, and he shook his head helplessly.
"But even so, we can't just sit there and wait for death. Let's all think of ways to protect our chickens and our own safety." Yang Qingfeng clenched his fists and encouraged everyone.
Just when everyone was frowning, Zhou Xiaoxiong suddenly stood up and said loudly: "I have a solution."
Zhao Cunliang's family originally had no broiler chicks. When Hongmei was still alive, Zhou Xiaoxiong went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and then traded a few with Taohua. Now that Zhao Cunliang had adopted Zhou Xiaoxiong, he brought the chickens with him.
Under Zhou Xiaoxiong's careful feeding, these broiler chickens were fat. There were five of them in total. This time, three were killed and sold to the villagers, leaving two to lay eggs.
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The chicken-selling team walked silently for another distance. Everyone was nervous and alert to the movements around them.
Suddenly, a group of bandits suddenly jumped out from the dense grass on the roadside. This sudden situation made everyone's heart rise to their throats.
The bandits all had ferocious faces and fierce expressions, and they were armed with gleaming kitchen knives and thick sticks, looking very aggressive.
Obviously, this was a group of novice villains who had just gathered together. Their eyes were full of greed and viciousness, as if the chicken-selling team in front of them were their lambs to be slaughtered.
"Stop! Don't move. Hand over all your valuables!" A burly man among the bandits shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse and fierce.
He waved the stick in his hand and stared at everyone fiercely, his appearance was chilling.
Seeing this, Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui's legs suddenly gave way, and they fell to their knees with a plop, sobbing and wailing. Their tears streamed down, their voices trembled, and they looked extremely miserable.
"Dear uncles, please be kind! We really have no other choice. My brother has contracted the plague, and the doctors in the village said there is no cure. But we heard that the doctors in the city can cure him, so we risked our lives to bring my brother to the provincial capital!" Yang Qingfeng cried and kowtowed to the bandits.
His forehead hit the ground with a "bang bang" sound, and mud stained his forehead and cheeks.
Li Shenghui also echoed, crying heartbrokenly: "Please let us go, we really have no other choice."
As he spoke, Yang Qingfeng pushed away the straw covering the cart with trembling hands, revealing Zhou Xiaoxiong's acne-covered face.
Zhou Xiaoxiong's face was covered with red and swollen pimples, looking horrible. He closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be unconscious, and his breathing was weak.
When the bandits heard the word "plague", their faces suddenly changed, and their originally arrogant expressions were instantly replaced by fear.
Their eyes were wide open and filled with panic.
"What? Plague?"
One of the bandits shouted in a trembling voice, his voice full of fear.
Look at the boy lying on the cart who seems to be dying. His face full of acne is chilling.
The boy's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was so weak that it seemed like it would stop in the next second. He looked as if death was already lingering beside him.
"Run! Don't get this deadly disease!"
Someone shouted, and the bandits scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, throwing away their weapons and armor and fleeing in panic.
They didn't even bother to pick up the kitchen knives and sticks in their hands. They just wished their parents had given them two more legs. They ran desperately in the direction they came from, fearing that they would be caught up by this terrible "plague".
In the blink of an eye, the bandits who were so aggressive just now disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only the raised dust and the team of chicken sellers standing there.