Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 220. Robbery

"Big brother..."

The brothers standing by the mountainside waited for their eldest brother to speak. They had only eaten one meal all day and were starving. If they didn’t get hold of some food soon, they wouldn’t be able to endure any longer.

Bao Ya Er, the eldest brother, couldn’t hold on much longer either, so he nodded immediately, "Be careful, don’t make too much noise."

As he spoke, he pulled up the black cloth on his face.

Although it was pitch black and nothing could be seen, caution was still necessary, especially since they were taking a pretty big risk.

There was also the fact that it was said that the county magistrate was at the top of this mountain, accompanied by quite a few government officials. If they made too much noise, they wouldn’t just fail to get anything, they might have to risk their lives, and he didn’t have enough of a life to spare.

"Did you hear me?" Seeing his brothers’ indifferent expressions, Bao Ya Er lowered his voice slightly.

"Heard, heard," his brothers quickly nodded, realizing their big brother’s displeasure.

Bao Ya Er squinted and licked his gums before heading towards a pine tree.

Looking at the tarp encircling a pine tree, Bao Ya Er felt a bit relieved. Just by looking at these tarps, it was clear that this family was well prepared, and they probably had quite a bit to gain.

"Big brother," Bao Ya Er’s second brother gestured, restraining his excitement at the shake of the elder brother’s head.

"Don’t make any noise, and definitely don’t wake this family if you can help it." Bao Ya Er didn’t want to end up with blood on his hands unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing his brothers nod, he carefully sliced open a corner of the tarp with his knife, gently peeling it away, folding a piece into his bamboo basket until there was enough space for one person to easily slip in, and then he stopped.

He didn’t rush in; instead, he waited for a moment. Inside, it was also pitch black. Bao Ya Er only saw the vaguely sleeping family after his eyes adjusted for a while.

By their figures, it was clear that the adults surrounded three children in the middle, with several items placed at their heads, stuffed with things judging by their shadows.

Then Bao Ya Er moved, his steps light and slow as he inched inside.

All they wanted were things. As long as they took the food, they didn’t plan on harming anyone.

Then Bao Ya Er’s second brother and third brother came in, each one carefully slipping inside.

"Big..."

"Shh," Bao Ya Er made a gesture to silence, shooting a look at the restless third brother.

Did he not realize what time it was now, still thinking of talking?

Approaching the sleeping family, especially where the baskets were placed at their heads.

Although he could only see lumps of shadows, the fact that this family kept them within arm’s reach while sleeping indicated what those things were.

Signaling his second brother behind him to be ready to receive things, Bao Ya Er again moved closer, carefully reaching out to the top of their heads, and with a strong pull lifted the bamboo basket, only to be met with a cry of pain.

Almost instantly, Bao Ya Er dropped the basket and chopped heavily with a hand strike at the old man’s hair tied to the basket, silencing the noise.

But the commotion was enough to awaken the family. Seeing the three adults were about to act, Bao Ya Er’s machete along with the weapons of the second and third brothers quickly pressed against the three adults’ necks.

"Don’t make a sound, or don’t blame the sword for not having eyes." The sinister threat came from Bao Ya Er’s mouth, and his machete applied pressure, causing pain that kept the old woman lying on the floor quiet, her heart pounding frantically. Fortunately, she could still sense her son and daughter-in-law alive beside her. The grandchildren were silent but their breathing told the old woman they were okay.

It was exactly because of this that she couldn’t dare to move, fearing provoking these criminals into doing something irreversible.

She was just an old woman who didn’t have many years left, but she couldn’t bear to lose her son, daughter-in-law, especially the still growing grandchildren.

She nodded immediately, expressing her understanding, and with a trembling voice, whispered, "Heroes, please, I won’t shout, don’t harm us. Take the food in the house, but... please leave us some, have mercy on this old family."

"Mom..." Her son immediately panicked, realizing without food they couldn’t survive, and he couldn’t help but shout.

Then, with an angry strike from the machete of Bao Ya Er, he fell unconscious on the floor, not moving. "I said no talking, then no talking."

Terrified, the woman beside him screamed, "Child’s father," instinctively wanting to hug the man beside her, but felt a pain on her neck followed by the threatening words, "Don’t move if you don’t want to die, keep your mouth shut."

The sting made the woman dare not move. Her daughter and son were right beside her, so she had to consider the children even if she wasn’t scared.

"Son..." The old woman anxiously called out, disregarding the knife on her neck, kneeling on the floor and nonstop kowtowing.

"Spare us, heroes, spare us."

"Don’t worry, we don’t want to kill, as long as you behave."

"We will behave, behave," the old woman trembled out the words, and in the dark, touched her son’s face, feeling his breath almost made her cry with joy, but she dared not make a sound, her whole body trembling nonstop.

"Very good," despite the promise, Bao Ya Er’s machete remained at the old woman’s neck, not intending to leave.

"Go," his gaze shifted to his fourth and fifth brothers.

The two quickly cut off a piece of the old man’s hair tied to the basket, pulled out two big baskets from inside.

The youngest brother lit a torch, under the faint light, found food and a blanket. Since they were tightly bound with tarps, it saved them the trouble of tying them back up when leaving.

When they were about to take the half basket of wild vegetables and some wild vegetable pancakes left in the open, Bao Ya Er stopped them with a rebuke.

This family was somewhat understanding, so better leave them with that little bit. Otherwise, they might become desperate like cornered dogs, and despite the heavy rain outside, it could still alarm others, complicating the situation.

The harvest was already good, a full basket of food could last them for a while. Besides, they had another target; they couldn’t afford to stay here too long. He then signaled the fourth and fifth brothers to carry the food out, and Bao Ya Er repeated his tactic, knocking the person unconscious with a strong hand blow, Bao Ya Er two also understood his brother’s intention and knocked the woman out.

The brothers, having tasted the sweetness, with glowing eyes immediately moved to the next target.

This time was smoother, without waking the family, though there was much less food, but it was better than nothing, the trip wasn’t wasted. By the time the five brothers returned to their shed, it was already an hour later.

Meanwhile, in Shanggu Town and across the land on the mountain, the same scenes played out. To survive, some people discarded their morals, bringing themselves into the night, that rain-wrapped birthplace of sins.

The next day, when the cries from various places on the mountain echoed, the Bao Ya brothers realized they weren’t the only ones with such ideas. They also felt urgency, wanting to seize more food while everyone still had some left.

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