Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 67: Possessed

Immediately, a man jumped out and said, "I think women should skip learning it! Otherwise, what are we men for?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Liu Fushuang showed a tearful, delicate expression, "Big brother, are you really going to make things difficult for us?"

She usually relied on appearing weak and using tears to gain sympathy and preferential treatment. With such good conditions, why would she stubbornly insist on learning martial arts?

The village chief looked at this group of people and then at his fragile niece-in-law, who indeed seemed unsuitable for learning martial arts!

Cheng Xiaoxiao slightly raised an eyebrow, thinking this was a bunch of cannon fodder.

Upon arriving here, she encountered her first ’white lotus’. "Sister, you’re so pretty. So tell me, wouldn’t the bandits target you first if they came?"

Liu Fushuang’s face turned pale as she grabbed her husband.

Cheng Jinwen’s face wasn’t looking good either. "Xiao, what do you mean by that?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao ignored Cheng Jinwen’s displeased expression and loudly said, "If our village remains safe and sound, naturally nothing will happen. But if outsiders like bandits come, do you know what fate awaits women, especially beautiful ones?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao stared directly at Liu Fushuang. "With your good looks, you’re good at acting coy. Go ahead, try acting coy to the bandits and see if they’ll spare you or your husband."

A flame of anger was burning in Cheng Xiaoxiao’s heart, growing stronger by the moment!

Liu Fushuang was so scared, she was hiding behind her husband.

"Why are you hiding? If your man takes a knife for you, then what?"

Cheng Jinwen protectively backed away with his wife, "Xiao, you’re going too far!"

Liu Fushuang was already crying in fear.

Cheng Xiaoxiao continued to shout, "Answer me!"

"Won’t speak, huh! Let me tell you, you’ll be taken advantage of by a group of men... you know what they’ll do! Being weak won’t help you; it’ll only lead to humiliation and violation."

"Ah! Stop talking, please stop!" Liu Fushuang covered her ears with her hands, collapsing into her husband’s arms.

"Why are you scared by mere words? If you’re this frightened, what’s the point of living!"

"Cheng Xiaoxiao!"

While comforting the person in his arms, he glared angrily at Cheng Xiaoxiao, "We didn’t offend you!"

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed a bit out of it, and everyone looked at the 13-year-old girl whose every word was driving others mad, shocked she could say such things.

The words were indeed vicious for a woman to hear.

The village chief stared directly into Cheng Xiaoxiao’s eyes, seeing a blend of anger and desolation in them.

He immediately thought of the premonition dream—could it be that the girl dreamed of something bad happening again, that the village would really be raided by bandits, and that’s why she was targeting her niece-in-law like this.

This time, the village learning martial arts was another attempt to save the village. The village chief had suddenly understood the cause and effect.

He walked over to Cheng Xiaoxiao with large strides, took her hand solemnly, and urgently asked, "Xiao, did you have another bad dream, dreaming our village would be looted by bandits?"

The moment the village chief said this, all that could be heard was the sound of raindrops hitting the canvas, plop, plop, plop.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The villagers recalled the scenes before the violent rain.

Everything began because of a dream.

What did the village chief mean, did Cheng Xiaoxiao dream again?

Cheng Xiaoxiao finally came to her senses; her behavior earlier was too extreme; she’d vented too much anger and had a hard time explaining it now.

Thinking of how weak the villagers were, only facing slaughter in the future, filled her with a desire to save these simple, kind people. But why did some uncooperative individuals always jump out? She couldn’t hold back...

"Xiao?"

The village chief had given her a way out, so she could only go along with it. "It’s not very clear, some vague images flashed by."

The crowd erupted!

The village chief’s hands were trembling with the impact of the news. He wanted to clarify something when he was about to speak...

"Don’t ask me anything, I don’t know. Just some vague images, unclear. I’m not sure if it’s like that, but it’s never wrong to strengthen ourselves and prevent future troubles, right! Village chief?"

The village chief had to nod, "Right, we must prepare for the worst-case scenario."

Standing back on the box, the village chief started heavily, "Folks, whether this is true or not, think about it—when you’re at the end of the line, what would outside evildoers and bandits do to you?

They’ll take your grain by force, violate your women, sell your children, kill you to fill graves."

"Are you willing to see such things happen?"

"Are you willing?"

"Do you have the ability to resist?"

"You can only plead and wait to die."

The village chief’s words deeply shook these simple country folks again.

Each began to reflect.

Half a moment later.

The village chief spoke again, "Protecting our homeland is everyone’s responsibility, for our village’s 215 people to live, to live safely and securely, we must take up weapons to fight to the end."

"Don’t you all want to live safely?"

"Yes!"

"Of course, we want to!"

Everyone chimed in.

"Then don’t you want the ability to protect your wives, daughters, and parents?"

"We do!"

"If not, you’re not a man."

The men started to stir.

"Right, right, right."

The village chief called out, "Protecting our homeland is everyone’s responsibility."

"Protecting our homeland is everyone’s responsibility."

The crowd below echoed loudly, the atmosphere reaching a peak.

The village chief’s approach was more persuasive than her speech draft, truly worthy of maintaining harmony.

The core idea remained unchanged, yet it was easier to rouse individual emotions and the determination to protect family.

"To ensure everyone has survival skills, our village’s Cheng Yong selflessly spent a great deal to invite Coach Leng to guide us in some maneuvers against the enemy."

"Good, good, good!"

The villagers cheered!

There was no opposition anymore.

Cheng Xiaoxiao sighed in relief; at least we made a little progress.

"Now announcing the specific martial arts training schedule—children aged 7-12 and women will learn Self-defense, report here at the afternoon’s hour of Shen; men aged 13-50 will learn grappling, gather here during the hour of Si in the morning."

"Each household selects one person to study; families with more than ten people can select two, alternating to ensure everyone mentioned just now learns it."

"Additionally, there’s another matter. The big pit Cheng Yong’s family dug is ready for fishing. Whoever has time to help, a day’s work earns ten points."

The news that the village might be raided spread quickly, uniting the entire village like never before. Not only did they agree to everyone learning martial arts, but also to brainstorming traps around the village. Young guys gathered around Cheng Beiniu to learn archery.

Even little kids were learning to sling stones.

Cheng Xiaoxiao hadn’t expected that saying and doing so much was less effective than one dream in quickly resolving the issue.

In the afternoon, Cheng Xiaoxiao and her whole family, along with Qi Fei and a group of men wanting to earn points, gathered by the large pit to discuss fishing matters. First, they’d block the water inlet, open the outlet gate, then release a third of the water, allowing several passes of the big net, so that most fish in the pit would be caught.