"As long as you sprinkle it on the other person's head, the other person will soon be extremely itchy. If there is no antidote, the other person will die of fester in seven days. This is for your self-defense."
"The red one is itching powder, and the green one is the antidote. You can just take the antidote directly without drinking water." Liu Wenya explained awkwardly.
"Why are you giving me these things?" At this moment, Song Xi felt that the minor conflicts between her and Liu Wenya could be reconciled.
Liu Wenya didn't do anything to her. The people who wanted to harm her and Zhou Yi were Zhou An and Liu Wenzhu, who had nothing to do with Liu Wenya.
Liu Wenya is just a city woman who looks down on rural people with high ambitions!
"I don't know, I just want to give it to you, that... you are the principal and teacher of Ping'an Village Primary School. My Yi Nuo will be studying in a few years, and I hope you will educate her well by then, so I want to follow her
Why don't you bring us closer!" Liu Wenya said pretending to be relaxed.
In fact, she was extremely nervous because she was afraid that Song Xi would reject her advances.
As for things like reconciliation, becoming friends, and sisters-in-law, she couldn't even think about it. She just hoped to help Song Xi.
"I don't have time to say anything more now, but I will remember your kindness and you can take care of the child." After Song Xi finished speaking, she squeezed the itching powder and antidote and left quickly.
There are more than 300 families in Ping'an Village. Although she has asked a few reliable students to help her run away, there are still many families who need to be notified.
Regardless of whether the group of refugees are bandits trying to rob them, it is right to be vigilant.
When it was getting dark, Qian Weimin and Wu Zhuhua personally delivered fragrant fish fillet soup to the refugees living in the cow house. He also asked Wu Zhuhua to call a few strong aunts to guard outside with sickles and hoes.
If something unexpected happened in the cow house, they would rush in immediately to protect Qian Weimin and Wu Zhuhua.
Thinking that they might be a group of murderous bandits, Qian Weimin felt very nervous, but he tried hard to restrain himself and said to everyone with a smile on his face, "Comrades, please forgive me for the poor hospitality.
Our Ping'an Village has little land, low production, and not much edible food. We just asked the villagers who are good at water sports to go down to the river to catch a few fish, and they immediately cooked them and sent them to all comrades."
"Captain, you are really too polite to bring us fish fillet soup at such a late hour." A gay man who looked like a boss stood up, reached out to take the fish fillet soup, and put it on the table.
Then he warmly greeted Qian Weimin and had a meal together.
Suddenly, a trace of cold sweat broke out on Qian Weimin's forehead, but he was sure that these people were not ordinary refugees, because refugees would not be so vigilant.
I grabbed some food and ate it long ago. How could it be like now that I still want to use money to serve the people and try the food?
"Comrade, wait a moment, there is a pot outside. I will bring it to you. Then I will go to the village to see who has wine and borrow a bottle. Let's have a good drink tonight." Before everyone could respond.
Come over, Wu Zhuhua turned around and walked out quickly.
In the darkness outside the door, Wu Zhuhua's chest was heaving violently. They had no antidote, so they could only let Qian sacrifice for the people once.
When the refugees saw Qian Weimin eating the fish without hesitation, they slowly felt relieved. Finally, they couldn't stand the temptation of the smell, so they all picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
Half an hour later, the cow house became quiet.
Wu Zhuhua and several female comrades ran in, took out the refugees' bags hidden in the corner, and then opened them. When they saw that there were not only sickles but also butcher knives inside, several people's faces suddenly turned pale.
These people are indeed not refugees, they are indeed bandits. Do they prepare so many things to kill all of Ping An Village?
"You go to the village headquarters to pull your bicycle, you go to the Public Security Bureau to report the crime, you go to the Investigation Bureau to report the crime..."
"Aunt Zhuhua, you can't do this." Song Xi counted the time and came over, and happened to encounter Wu Zhuhua assigning tasks. She quickly said, "We are not sure whether they have any accomplices outside. If there are really accomplices outside the village, then
Aren’t our people like sheep falling into tiger’s mouth?”
"Xiao Xi, you are right, what should we do next? After all, the effect of the drug is limited, we must arrange things well within the validity period of the drug." Wu Zhuhua thought about it carefully, but also felt frightened for a while.
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If there are really accomplices outside the village, then they must have knives in their hands. No matter how tough these aunts are, they can't compare to the strength of the gay men. Isn't this a waste of their lives?
Song Xi thought of the itching powder Liu Wenya gave her and said firmly, "I'll give it a try."
Walking into the house, Song Xi asked Wu Zhuhua to help Qian Weimin out, then took out the itching powder Liu Wenya gave her, and carefully sprinkled it on the head, face, and neck of the person lying next to Qian Weimin.
After telling Song Xi, she quickly backed away because she was afraid that she would suffer some unreasonable disaster.
The itching powder given by Liu Wenya was really powerful, and the gay men who were originally in a coma were awakened by the itching, and kept tickling in a daze.
Song Xi stepped on his chest and spoke sternly, "You have been drugged. If there is no antidote, your skin will ulcerate and die in seven days. Where are your accomplices?"
The extremely itchy feeling made the man extremely uncomfortable. His vision was blurred and he could not clearly see the person stepping on him. He could only hear the voice of a woman through the sound.
Song Xi changed her voice a little bit. She was not afraid that men would remember her voice, because if they remembered it, they wouldn't be able to find her.
Men also have professional ethics, how could they give up so quickly?
He dug around with his hand, then took out a black object and pointed the dark hole at Song Xi. Song Xi kicked it away with quick eyes and hands, and then crushed the man's chest hard with the sole of his shoe, "Okay, no.
If you say yes, then come in vertically and go out horizontally!"
The man who had been hit by the tickling powder had no power to fight back. Song Xi kicked him away, then bent down to pick up the black thing and weighed it in his hand. It was quite easy to handle.
Song Xi put the things in his pocket, and then put them directly into the supermarket. Then he waved outside and several aunts came in. Together, they tied up the unconscious gay men and searched them first to make sure they no longer had anything on them.
They were so lethal that they were imprisoned in a room in the village. That room was used to imprison those who made mistakes.
As for the baggage they brought, all the knives and tools in the baggage were confiscated.
Despite this, Song Xi still dared not take it lightly.
After all, all the young and middle-aged people in the village were gone, only some old and weak women and children were left. Song Xi came to the man with the tickle powder again, put the tip of the knife against his neck, and said in a cold voice, "Are you sure you don't want to say anything? As long as
You tell me where your accomplices are and how many there are, and I will give you the antidote before your skin ulcers and you die."