Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

Meng Huaishao casually put away the boning knife and let the dark red blood roll out.

He then asked someone to bring it back. The bone-cutting knife was not even two days old, but it already had some small cuts on it due to the violent chopping.

But that's not a problem, he has more important things to worry about right now.

Meng Huaishao looked at his clothes soaked in blood and frowned deeply. He lifted the straps under his clothes and they were also wet.

Meng Huaishao walked a few steps, picked up the backpack, took out a few water bags filled with spring water from it, and handed them to the man who was lying on the ground.

"There's some water here. Share some among you. The more injured ones should drink more."

Although the water in the farm space is not a panacea, it can provide some energy and increase their chances of survival.

He looked around again. There were people lying on the ground in weird positions, twisting their heads and looking at him with complicated eyes.

Meng Huaishao didn't ask further. He instructed, "Those who can still move, help each other bandage the wound. I'll go back and call for help to take you down the mountain."

Having said that, he turned and left without caring about their reactions.

"Oh my goodness, is this Xiao Meng?"

Meng Huaishao left for a long time before a young man came back to his senses and spoke in shock.

"It's true that a good father will have a good son, and each generation is better than the previous one! Brother Meng can rest in peace this time..."

"Didn't Xiao Meng only learn self-defense?"

"It turns out that Xiao Meng is a hidden talent..."

It took them a long time to accept that this killer god was the polite and well-behaved little kid they had watched grow up.

Oh no, I haven't grown up yet...

This is an eight-year-old killer...

"Hi~"

When they realized this, they shuddered all over and were filled with fear.

After thinking carefully, I realized that I had never offended the other party, so I felt relieved.

Those who were still able to move, after regaining some strength, struggled and staggered to their feet and started to get down to work.

Some of them held water bags and fed water to those lying on the ground, while others tore their tattered clothes into even more tatters and used them to bandage the wounds of everyone.

Now is not the time to feel sorry for the clothes. Save as many as you can.

There are also those who cannot be saved...

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Meng Huaishao, who was out of everyone's sight, tore off his blood-soaked clothes.

With the appearance of Long Wei, the beasts in the mountains might be a little afraid, but the smell of blood here is too strong, so he needs to find someone to take them down the mountain as soon as possible.

But Ye Yaoyao is the most important person to him.

If he hadn't insisted on going up the mountain, Ye Yaoyao would not have taken the risk.

Thinking of this, the guilt and heartache in his eyes almost overflowed.

The unconscious dragon cub, with its head drooping and its five claws curled up, nestled in a wet sling. Her head and body were stained with blood, and her small, delicate scales were stained a layer of dark red.

"Yaoyao..."

Ye Yaoyao did not respond.

Without the inherited knowledge, she had no idea how to display the Dragon's might. Both times she displayed it, it was out of instinct triggered by extreme anger and fear.

The side effect of doing this is that due to her lack of mental strength, she is unable to control her dragon power freely, and she would fall into a coma after each use of it.

When the condition is serious, it will transform into its original form to help her successfully display her dragon power and speed up her recovery.

"Yaoyao!"

Meng Huaishao called out several times, but Ye Yaoyao didn't respond. Meng Huaishao could only hold her and run down the mountain.

At this moment, there was no one in the back mountain, but there were quite a few people standing at the foot of the mountain, all craning their necks to look up the mountain.

They were extremely anxious, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing at their hearts, and they were running around in circles in a panic.

The moment they saw Meng Huaishao coming down the mountain, countless pairs of eyes were filled with sparks of excitement.

As soon as Meng Huaishao saw the dark crowd at the foot of the mountain, he had already covered the little guy again.

When he was covered in blood and surrounded by people, he remained calm. Only his hands were carefully protecting the little one in his arms.

"Xiao Meng, have you seen your uncle Mu Tou and the others? Are they back?"

"Have you driven away the wild boar? Are Gouzi and the others okay?"

"..."

Faced with everyone's questions, Meng Huaishao did not say anything.

There are too many people, and I can’t answer all the questions, which will delay things.

He used his skill to push through the crowd and walked up to an old man, his voice sounding tired and cold.

"Third uncle, all the uncles and aunts are still on the mountain. Some of them are seriously injured. I would like to trouble you to help arrange some people to take them down the mountain."

"Seriously injured?"

After hearing this, Uncle San's wrinkled face was filled with worry. "How serious is it? Is his life in danger?"

Meng Huaishao shook his head: "I don't know. The wild boars are all dead, and our people are lying on the ground. It's unclear whether they are alive or dead."

"How can I not know? You just came down!"

"Why don't you see clearly?"

As soon as Meng Huaishao finished speaking, a woman who was worried about her husband and children screamed.

"Shut up!" Third Uncle scolded those insane people, "Little Meng is so young! It's good enough that he can report the news! It's better than just waiting here!"

After hearing this, everyone realized that because they were too worried, they had forgotten that Meng Huaishao was just a child.

Only then did they notice that Meng Huaishao's clothes were not dry yet and he smelled of blood.

"Xiao Meng, what are you doing..."

Niu Nainan squeezed in from the crowd and looked at Meng Huaishao with a worried look on her face.

Meng Huaishao hugged the little guy in his arms, shook his head, and said, "I'm fine, just a little tired, I want to go back and rest first."

"Go back, leave the rest to us."

The Third Uncle patted Meng Huaishao on the shoulder and said kindly: "Have a good rest. The village will not forget your contribution in risking your life to report the news!"

"Yes, I understand, Third Uncle Grandpa."

Meng Huaishao nodded, then turned to Grandma Niu and said, "Grandma Niu, I'll go back first. You should also go back and prepare. Uncle Kang Xiao and Uncle Kang Yi are all injured."

"Okay!" Grandma Niu was very touched. Xiao Meng was clearly telling her that her two children were still alive. "Thank you, grandma. Remember to come find me if you need anything."

As soon as Meng Huaishao left, Third Uncle began to assign rescue work.

This time it is a collective action of the whole village. To save people, naturally everyone needs to join in.

The people who were injured before have been bandaged, and someone has been sent to call a doctor, but he hasn't arrived yet.

"Xiao Meng said that all the wild boars are dead and most of them are seriously injured. We have to rush up the mountain to rescue them!"

"Children under ten and elderly people over sixty should stay where they are, take care of the wounded, and light fires, boil water, and cook porridge."

"The rest of the children and women, go back and take down the door panels or bed sheets, and make as many stretchers as possible. Follow me up the mountain!"