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"Is it really okay now?" a woman who looked somewhat frail replied.
"Yes, it's fine," came the answer.
"We haven't eaten for days and are too weak to descend the mountain," she continued.
"There is food here. Let's leave this place and head up," another suggested.
The women, trembling, helped each other as they made their way upward. Upon reaching the top, they were startled by the sight before them.
"Ah!" several women gasped in shock.
On the ground lay people sprawled in disarray, the smell of blood thick in the air.
Lin Feng paid no mind to the gazes of those around him; he hurried straight to the kitchen. Upon entering, he spotted some food still stored in a corner.
Feeling a bit relieved, Lin Feng called out loudly for two women who seemed relatively alert to come help him prepare the food.
Meanwhile, the seven or eight people in the yard, who had previously been at a loss, remained frozen in place at Lin Feng's voice, too afraid to move.
Seeing their anxious expressions, Lin Feng smiled slightly and said, "You don’t have to just stand there. Find a place to sit down and rest."
With that, he casually sat on the steps in front of the door, furrowing his brow in thought.
Sighing, he murmured to himself, "Given the current situation, it seems we won't be able to go tonight."
Meanwhile, the villagers were not as relaxed as Lin Feng. Ever since he had left the village alone to confront the bandits in their lair, there had been no news of him.
Although the villagers had witnessed Lin Feng's remarkable skills before, this time he was alone deep within enemy territory, and they couldn’t help but feel worried.
As time passed slowly and night deepened, the village fell into silence, occasionally interrupted by distant barks that broke the stillness. Yet, the villagers were wide awake, anxiously awaiting Lin Feng's return.
On the other side, Lin Feng, who was in Shanzhai, was already feeling his stomach rumble with hunger.
In the kitchen, there were still some ingredients left, so he had his subordinates prepare a few delicious dishes. At that moment, he sat leisurely at the table, savoring a fragrant pig's trotter, occasionally lifting his wine glass to take a sip of fine wine, and exclaiming with delight, "Haha, this is wonderful! The taste of this wine is quite impressive!"
Meanwhile, the other women were sitting at the table, weakly stirring the thin rice porridge in front of them with their spoons. Although it was just an ordinary bowl of porridge, for those who were so hungry they could feel their stomachs touching their backs, it was as precious as a feast.
However, even this simple porridge made some of them feel uncomfortable after drinking it; they felt nauseous and couldn't help but start gagging. There was nothing they could do! They had lost track of how long it had been since they last had a proper meal.
The prolonged hunger had left their bodies extremely weak, and their digestive systems had taken a severe hit. As a result, even this light porridge was difficult to bear.
Yet despite this, the starving women still forced themselves to endure the discomfort, taking small sips of the porridge in hopes of alleviating their hunger pangs. Once they felt a little better, they cautiously dared to drink a few more sips.
After everyone had laboriously finished their meal, Lin Feng quickly found some clothing to help them withstand the cold and arranged for each of them to find a room to rest.
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