Traveling through ancient times to survive

Zhao Chengchuan asked: "How many people are there in total? Do we have enough food for them?"

"When I met them for the second time, there were seventeen of them in total. We had just harvested a wave of food, so it wouldn't be a problem for us to carry them until the next harvest. Moreover, they were all young men, exactly the people we urgently needed to protect the village."

Zhao Chengchuan paused, and asked with a bad look on his face, "Are they all young people?"

Zhao Qing understood what her father was worried about, and she explained carefully: "Dad, you misunderstood. They are not the kind of people who abandon the weak. In fact, there are basically no weak people among those who barely survived the floods and plagues in the town. No one was prepared, and when faced with a sudden disaster, those with poor health could not hold on at all, so there were very few elderly, weak, women and children who survived, and there were basically no people willing to follow them and stick to the bottom line to suffer in the village."

Zhao Chengchuan's expression relaxed, and a thought flashed through his mind, and he was suddenly frightened.

"No, you said they lived in our original village. Then where did the villagers from Dashan Village who were separated from us go?"

Zhao Qing disagreed: "Anyway, they have separated from us, why should we worry about them? They have grown legs now, they can go wherever they want, we have no right to control them."

Zhao Chengchuan was shocked. When did his daughter become so cold? Where did his sweet and lovely daughter go?

Could it be because she was abused by the old house's parents when she was a child? He felt regretful. If he had known that they had such a great influence on their daughter, he should have cut off ties with the old house earlier.

It's also my own fault. I couldn't see my parents' true colors clearly, and I dragged my wife and children through a lot of hardships. My daughter and son have even changed as a result. I'm really unworthy of being a father!

Zhao Chengchuan, who had softened his heart a little because he hadn't acted like a troublemaker in front of him for a long time, became cold again. The people in the old house didn't know that they had been blamed for something.

No matter how upset he was, Zhao Chengchuan didn't show it on his face. He said carefully, "Qingya, you can't think like that. After all, we are fellow villagers for many years. It is only right that we care about each other."

Zhao Qing didn't want to explain himself, and nodded lazily: "Yes, I should."

Zhao Chengchuan knew that his daughter was just trying to fool him, but he couldn't keep harping on it. It wasn't a wise move to make his daughter unhappy just for a group of people with different ideas.

"Qingya, did you find anything? Tell me honestly, did they have an accident?"

Zhao Qing spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "I don't know. When Uncle Li and I went there, the temporary residence on the mountain was already empty, and the village at the foot of the mountain was also occupied. I don't know where they went."

"That shouldn't be the case. They didn't want to follow us at that time. They just wanted to stay in the village and occupy all our farmland. There's no way they would leave!" Zhao Chengchuan first muttered to himself, then looked at Zhao Qing suspiciously, "Could they have been driven away by the group of people you mentioned?"

Zhao Qing tried his best to control the urge to roll his eyes: "No, I interrogated him and he didn't even encounter that group of people. He didn't even know there were still indigenous people alive in the village."

Zhao Chengchuan smiled awkwardly and apologized in a flattering manner: "I'm sorry, Dad shouldn't have doubted Qingya's ability to judge people. If Qingya said someone is good, there must be no problem."

"Dad, don't give me that. As the village chief, it's right for you to be suspicious of the new villagers you are about to accept."

Zhao Chengchuan thought his daughter was being sarcastic and felt even more embarrassed.

"No, no, no, it's Daddy's fault. If I can't trust you, who else can I trust?"

Zhao Qing said helplessly: "I'm serious, I'm not being sarcastic."

Zhao Chengchuan smiled awkwardly, knowing that he had misunderstood his daughter. He said with a stiff face, "Dad is telling the truth. By the way, did you really not notice anything wrong between you and Brother Li?"

Zhao Qing told all the clues he had found. Since his father had already remembered it, he might as well tell him the truth. Otherwise, it would be the same if his father asked Uncle Li.

"Not really. The temporary residence on the mountain looks like it has been through a fight. There is blood on the ground."

Zhao Chengchuan was shocked. Their entire village was also in the mountains. Who knew that this abnormality would not affect the village? So it was better to find out the danger.

"It looks like it's going to be a bad situation. Qingya, what do you think is going on? Is there any danger on the mountain that we haven't discovered yet?"

Zhao Qing had a headache. It seemed that he had to explain it clearly.

"Dad, didn't the clan leader send people to rescue some people before we left? Although I haven't seen those people, those who survived must be ruthless people. Maybe there are some crazy villains among them. Otherwise, why would I be so eager to run away? I guess they took action as soon as we left."

"So that's how it is. Qingya, you decided to move up the mountain for this reason." Zhao Chengchuan suddenly realized, and thought of the ending of his old acquaintances, and felt very sorry. "Well, it's all in the past, and there's no point worrying about it. Let's talk about the group of people you want to bring in. These mountains are connected one after another, how are you going to contact them?"

Zhao Qing explained: "Oh, don't worry about that. When we were looking for the valley, we roughly explored the mountain range where we were active. I recommended three places that are not so dangerous for them. If nothing goes wrong, it will be easy to find them."

Zhao Chengchuan tapped Zhao Qing's forehead from a distance: "It seems that you already have an idea?"

"There are too few people in the village, and even fewer young and middle-aged people. It is not easy for these few people to protect everyone in troubled times. I have to try my best to attract some suitable people to join us."

Zhao Chengchuan was moved and ashamed. He was wrong. His daughter was still the gentle and kind girl she used to be.

Yes, otherwise why would my daughter spend so much effort training everyone in martial arts? Could it be for that little bit of flesh?

The girl was obviously a person who feared trouble, but for the sake of everyone's safety, she took on the job of a master without any hesitation, and had to secretly protect the young people when they were hunting, just like a worried old mother.

Even without all these, since the natural disaster last year, his daughter has saved everyone many times with her foresight and wisdom. She is obviously a girl with a gentle heart. How can he think that his daughter is cold-blooded just because she doesn't care about those troublemakers?

Zhao Chengchuan regretted it a lot. He still didn't care enough about his daughter. Brother Li once taught him a lesson, saying that he shouldn't treat Qing Ya as a man just because she was powerful.

He did listen, but unfortunately only part of it. His daughter seemed to care nothing, not to take credit, and quietly worked hard. How could he take it for granted just because his daughter didn't say anything? He thought his daughter was cold-blooded just because something didn't fit his idea?

No one in this family really cares about their daughter's contribution. No wonder she insisted on moving out to live on her own, and he didn't react at all.

Zhao Chengchuan's eyes were red, and he apologized solemnly: "Qingya, you have been wronged! Dad was wrong! Dad will not do this again in the future!"

Zhao Qing: “???”

Zhao Qing had no idea what weird things his father had imagined. He watched his tough dad cry in silence.