Blessed Girl From a Farm Family: Surviving the Famine With Space - Chapter 22

The forest was damp everywhere after the rain, and the temperature had noticeably dropped—chilly and wet. Drops of water kept falling from the branches overhead, landing on heads and clothes.

“Sis, there are people following us!” Fu An had looked back several times and clearly seen a few adults trailing behind.

Fu Manman’s face was grim as her eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a makeshift weapon.

“I know. In a moment, protect Little Maodan and the bundles. I’ll handle these few,” Fu Manman said, handing Little Maodan to Fu An.

Fu Qiang alone pulled the luggage.

Fu Manman first picked up a stick, then a stone. Neither would do! If only she had a brick. Finally, she grabbed a fist-sized rock.

“What do you want, following us?” Fu Manman turned around, her eyes filled with killing intent, coldly staring at the five young, strong men not far behind.

The men no longer hid, grinning as they approached. Liu Si took the lead, “Dead girl, no one can protect you now. The few of us can’t even handle one of you?”

“Hey! Why talk about killing? Let’s have some fun first, then finish her off,” said one of them, a lecherous man with a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks, his eyes roaming over Fu Manman. Though scrawny, she was still a girl. Along this famine escape, girls her age were either long dead or taken by others. It had been a while since he’d played with a young girl.

“I’m telling you, they have five catties of rice. This girl is strong—be careful,” a thin, monkey-like man warned the others.

“How strong can a wretched girl be?” a tall man laughed lewdly, his eyes appraising Fu Manman’s thin frame. He’d make sure she couldn’t use her strength later, heh heh.

Fu Manman raised an eyebrow. How did that skinny monkey know?
“Were you sent by the old clan leader?” There was no other possibility.

“Fu Manman, you’re dead. The old clan leader said you must not be allowed to live. You showed disrespect to your superiors—you deserve to die,” the man said fiercely.

“Don’t you bully my sister!” Fu An stepped in front of Fu Manman, pursing his lips and glaring at the burly men.

Fu Qiang silently picked up the iron wok spatula and positioned himself in front of Fu An and Fu Manman. “You two run. I’ll deal with them.”

Hearing these men’s foul language made his blood boil.

Fu Manman was slightly taken aback. This brother was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. But what could his small frame do? Ask for a beating!
Fu Manman pulled him aside. “Stay back. Don’t hold me up.”

With that, Fu Manman raised the stone in her hand and hurled it at Liu Si’s forehead.

There was a significant height difference, so Fu Manman had to jump. The stone didn’t hit its mark squarely, only striking Liu Si’s ear, but the immense force still sheared it off.

“Yiyiyiya…!” Liu Si let out a piercing shriek, clutching his ear in agony as blood seeped through his fingers.

The other four were stunned, staring in horror at Liu Si, then at the bean sprout-like Fu Manman.

“Are you all coming at me together?” Fu Manman sneered at the four men.

She had eaten her fill and had strength to spare. These scum—she could take them down with one punch each.

“You… wretched girl, quite the mouth. Brothers, let’s go together and finish her,” a dark-faced man said to the other three.

The other two or three raised their fists and charged. This dead girl, just a lowly female brat, dared challenge their male authority? They’d make her regret the consequences.

“What are you doing?” Suddenly, a tall figure rushed over from the woods.

Uncle!

“Kids, step back. I’ll handle these few,” Chang Zhong said, shielding the Fu siblings.

Close behind were his wife and three children.

“Husband!” Lu Hua looked anxiously at her man.

Her husband loved meddling in others’ business. Back in the village, he was just a guard watching over the master’s estate. Now, separated from the masters during this famine escape, he relied on his mediocre skills to help the bullied and weak.