The cold wind blows south, the leaves gradually turn yellow, and the mountains and fields are golden, and time has entered late autumn.

At this time, the autumn harvest has been completed and the grain has been put into the warehouse. For farmers, it is time to enjoy the harvest.

However, the people of Sanshui Village were all depressed and their eyes were filled with despair.

In the village at the foot of the mountain, there were chaos and shouts of shouts and a large number of thieves were raging.

The villagers stood on the hillside, watching their own food being moved out of their homes by thieves, and watched the fires ignited on the roofs of the houses.

These damn thieves not only snatched their food, but even wanted to burn the village with a torch!

As soon as the food in the fields was taken home, thousands of thieves attacked.

There are only five or six hundred people in the village, and there are only a hundred males in total, and there are not even walls of the village, so they are naturally outnumbered.

In order to survive, the villagers had to give up the food they had just harvested, give up their houses, support the elderly and young, and lead the animals to climb to the Nanshan Mountains.

Although my life was saved, my year-long harvest was looted by the thieves. Thinking about how I would live the next days, the villagers were filled with desolation.

"Damn the Yellow Turban Thief!" Zhang Yu cursed with gritted teeth, clenched his fists with both hands, and used so much force that the blue veins on his naked wrists burst out.

As the patriarch of the Zhang clan of Sanshui Village, he watched the village be robbed, but he was powerless, which made Zhang Yu's heart unremitting anger.

"Without food, our Zhang family can't stand next year, so we'll fight with them!"

Zhang Qi held a Pu Dao and shouted angrily. Some males echoed angrily, but more were silent.

The number of thieves is at least thousands. What can all be saved by relying on these more than a hundred men just to die in battle?

The men are dead, how can the remaining women, children and the elderly live?

"Don't be reckless!" Zhang Yu scolded sternly, "There is still hope for people to live, but if people are gone, our Zhang clan will be over!"

Zhang Yu also wanted to pick up the archery spear and fight against the thieves! But as the patriarch, he had to consider the lives of hundreds of people in the clan, and could not just vent his anger.

The patriarch's majesty made Zhang Qi dare not say anything more, but he still shouted: "Without food, how can hundreds of people survive? Should we also be thieves and rob others?"

Many people stopped talking and looked at each other. I'm afraid, there is only one way to go...

This is a chaotic world, where warlords from all over the world attack and kill each other, and no one cares about the people, robbery and killing people, and it happens all the time.

Sanshui Village belongs to Huyang County, and Huyang County is under the jurisdiction of Nanyang County. However, the entire Nanyang County is now divided into two parts. Wancheng to the north is Cao Cao's territory, and the south of Xinye is controlled by Liu Biao, the governor of Jingzhou. Huyang is sandwiched between Wancheng and Xinye, and is a irresponsible area. Fortunately, Sanshui Village is located in a remote location and has survived to this day. It is a miracle. Unexpectedly, it is finally impossible to escape now.

"I, the Zhang family of Sanshui, is the descendant of Liu Hou, and will become a thief?" Zhang Yu murmured, his face full of pain.

Many villagers sobbed in a low voice.

Even if he becomes a thief, even if he can temporarily save his life, his reputation will be lost. In the Han Dynasty, the Zhang family of Sanshui may never have a chance to make a comeback!

This is something that many people don't want to see.

"Maybe, maybe I have a way." At this moment, a timid voice sounded.

What? When the crowd heard the sound, they saw that a 14 or 15-year-old boy was covered with a piece of rag and blood was faintly permeated on the rag, but it was Zhang Miao, the son of the patriarch Zhang Yu.

"Amiao, the wound on your head has not healed yet, don't talk nonsense." Zhang Yu turned his head and said to his son unhappily.

Now is the time for the entire clan to die, what are Huang Kouzi talking nonsense!

"Yes, A Miao, if you are unwell, just lie down and rest." Zhang Qi also turned his head and said to Zhang Miao in harmony.

Zhang Miao was speechless and helpless. He didn't expect that as the only son of the patriarch, he had such a low voice in the village, and no one was willing to believe him and didn't even let him finish speaking.

However, if you recall the previous manifestation of this body being penetrated by your soul, Zhang Miao will understand it.

He is so brave and fierce, he is completely a brainless fool. It's fine, but now he is still known as a lustful scoundrel.

The cause was a few days ago, when the autumn harvest was busiest, Zhang Miao went to Dengyi ten miles away to play and teased Deng Tu's daughter, who was selling dog meat in Deng Yi. She was hit on the head by Deng Tu's daughter. She fell into a coma at that time and her injuries were not as good as it is.

Of course, this is also the reason why Zhang Miao is able to possess his soul and take over the body.

But as a time traveler and a top student in history, how can you tolerate being ignored or even despised?

And now is an important opportunity to change one's own situation. How could Zhang Miao miss it?

"Father, uncle, I really have a way to let the whole village elders survive this disaster!" Zhang Miao stood up and said aloud.

Many people were shocked when they saw Zhang Miao's serious appearance.

When Zhang Yu was still scolding him, he was grabbed by Zhang Jin.

"Brother, since Aji said this, maybe there is a way, so let's listen."

Among the generation of the patriarch Zhang Yu, Zhang Jin was the most mature and polite. After hearing what he said, Zhang Yu had to suppress his anxious heart.

"Sir, tell me, what are you going to do?" Zhang Yu glared at him with a beard.

Zhang Miao rolled his eyes in his heart and thought to himself that this was not a begging for others. However, looking at his father's gloomy face, he did not dare to keep it in hiding again.

"The solution is actually very simple. Didn't our food be stolen by the thieves? You can buy food. Sanshui Village is only a hundred miles away from Xiangyang, and Xiangyang is the capital of Jingzhou Prefecture, so there is no shortage of food at all." Zhang Miao said.

"hehe."

As Zhang Miao finished speaking, some people couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Yu was almost angrily angry: "Zhuzi, you are so ignorant. If the village has money, would you still use nonsense?"

Sanshui Village originally made a living by farming. The villagers worked hard for a year and only had enough food to plant. How could they save extra money? Moreover, the village had just been robbed by thieves, and some of the property was also stolen by the thieves. Is it possible that the more than ten plowing oxen and dozens of sheep that everyone hastily brought to the mountain to exchange for food for hundreds of people for a year?

No one wants to listen to Zhang Miao’s nonsense anymore. Someone is already going down the mountain. The thief has left the village. If the fire is put out in time, he may be able to save his house and some possessions.

The family is worth a lot of money, the family is gone, and everything is over.

"I have a way to make money, and I earn enough money to buy food for the whole village for a year!" Zhang Miao shouted loudly.

But no one wants to listen to him anymore.

The villagers passed by him one after another, and their eyes were filled with pity.

This kid was beaten up by someone and his head was broken.
Chapter completed!