Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 539

All there was was danger, and he didn't forget that this seemingly delicate person, with a smile on her face, had thrown out those thunderfire bombs that shattered their courage, resulting in such a resounding defeat without even a chance to struggle.

"So... you came for it?" Her eyes were firmly fixed on him, her tone was undeniably certain.

Given their origins and the way they recognized the thunderfire bombs at a glance, it's hard not to think in this direction.

"Hehe... cough cough..." Another mouthful of bloody water gushed out, the pain throughout his body felt as if it might explode, and his vision turned blurry; Qi Chong knew he wouldn't make it.

"Just... won't... tell..." Unfortunately, he never got the chance to finish the words.

"Ugh, who's scared?" Jin'er discontentedly glared at the corpse on the ground.

Over the years, Jin'er had seen quite a number of dead people, all kinds, and had become immune.

"... No anger, no anger." Luo Song fiercely glared at the corpse, comforting heartache at his side, if it weren't for the thick smoke, his pampering tone could almost make people around forget about the tragic scene before them.

Then, all the corpses were gathered together, including the one who died with eyes wide open.

"Uncle Chengtian, what to do with these?" Hua Qiang pointed at the mound of corpses in distress.

So many people, just digging holes would take a while.

"Burn them."

They weren't good people anyway, even the villagers of Hua Village found their corpses ominous, better to just set fire to them and be done with it.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, considered as their farewell.

In no time, several hundred villagers piled wood high next to the mound of corpses, ready to ignite when Jin'er called out. Luo Song appeared with a bucket, poured it over the corpses, and with a thrown torch, the towering flames shot up, thick smoke billowed, forcing the few living men in black to shut their eyes tightly, as if mourning deeply. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"What about them…" After solving one big problem, Hua Qiang pointed again at a few blood-stained people on the ground.

"Take them back first."

Hua Chengtian looked at his daughter, "Jin'er, is there anyone left outside?"

Jin'er shook her head, "Don't worry, Dad, they've all come in."

With these words, Hua Chengtian truly felt at ease.

Everyone just silently gazed at the soaring flames for a long time without speaking.

The crisis that hadn't even started ended in such a manner, it felt like a dream.

This side seemed like dreaming, while outside the Village of Songjia was frightened by the series of changes, either hidden at home or in the forest.

First was the deafening loud noise, followed by painful wails, then rising smoke, it was terrifying, almost everyone shivered huddled in their own world.

Similarly, people in Hua Village were also frightened, for the sound was too violent; although weaker due to distance, the following smoke could be seen by almost everyone, their hearts were deeply troubled.

The fire burned for more than three hours before slowly extinguishing, and the remaining ashes were shoveled out of Hua Village, leaving an uneven vacant land at the entrance, though in most an hour the road would be level again.

After the fire burned for a while, Jin'er returned to the village early, the smell was indeed unpleasant, better to go back and be with Daba and the others.

As for the remaining few survivors, Jin'er wasn't about to worry over them. With Dad and Grandpa there, if worse comes to worst, isn't Luo Song, Eldest Brother, and Second Brother also around? They would surely find out what needs knowing.

Upon returning home, she was greeted by worried faces, Jin'er laughed pleasantly and reassured, "It's alright, it's been resolved."

With her smile, everyone relaxed, no one asked another question.

The next day, Hua Chengtian drove the family carriage, hauling several corpses toward the new Shanggu Town's official residence.

To hide Hua Village's thunderfire bombs, they could only serve as bodies.

As for the village men, they were completely trusting of Hua Chengtian, the old man. Upon realizing he didn't explain what the powerful thing was, although curiosity was high, everyone held back, just knowing it was something good protecting the village. Afterwards, before Hua Chengtian had settled them, their family inquiries were brushed off casually, as they genuinely didn't know what it was.

Hua Chengtian went out and didn't return until evening. The next day, Hu Hu left the town residence with someone, heading straight for the provincial city.

This small incident did not affect the festive atmosphere for the New Year in Hua Village at all, the village soon became lively again, especially due to the children, whose laughter filled every corner.

Time flew by, months passed in the blink of an eye, and it was almost the summer solstice again.

During these days, Shanggu Town remained peaceful as usual, the villagers finally enjoyed a few months of comfort, and as households gradually replenished food, they slowly recovered, no longer emaciated.

After all, over a year of summer solstice, there was indeed no shortage of food and vegetables, despite the ongoing unease, everyone hoped for the solstice to return to normal soon.

Meanwhile, due to the presence of thunderfire bombs and skyfire cannons, the frontier battlefield quickly shifted in Ancient Yan's favor, no longer hiding in defense but actively attacking, pushing Liao Xi, Nan Man and Dong Wu out of Ancient Yan's territory over two months.

Though pushed out, it was actually the three nations that took the initiative to retreat, faced with such formidable weapons, they simply couldn't resist.

More importantly, the advantage was gone. The appearance of thunderfire bombs and skyfire cannons boosted Ancient Yan's morale significantly, and having lost the initiative, continuing would only waste the lives of their soldiers.

After years of disaster, national populations had dwindled sharply; every life was extremely valuable, especially within the military, and no one could bear such great losses.

As long as survival and recuperation were maintained, there's still time for gradual planning, given that all nations are struggling, originally hoping to take Yan in one fell swoop; now dragged out for so long, it's unsustainable.

Once the enemy troops were driven away, next was the internal turmoil in Ancient Yan, yet mostly resolved within three months, thanks largely to the thunderfire bombs and skyfire cannons.

Following the earthquake, the current Saint remained unconscious, and a month after quelling internal chaos, the Saint's brother, Gu Teng, Duke of Ru Nan, took the throne and changed the nation's name to Teng, granting amnesty nationwide that same year, waiving all miscellaneous taxes and fees for three years, allowing the people to rest and recover, enabling Ancient Yan to quickly restore after years of extensive disaster.

And all this was unknown to Hua Jin'er and others in the secluded little town, where everyone was fervently enjoying the joy of harvest.

... The grain was ripe.

For the common people, who becomes emperor and who holds power doesn't concern them; what matters is being able to fill their bellies, ensuring family and children don't go hungry, wondering whether their days can have hope.

After a few days, all the grain was stored, and of course, everyone was happy.

...

"Grandma, I want to eat your sweet and sour ribs…" Jin'er flamboyantly walked through the moon gate connecting the two houses towards Grandma Hua, followed by the anxiously worried Luo Song, his hands always prepared.

"Oh my, my little ancestor, slow down, you're different now, you can't jump around like before; even walking shouldn't be too fast."

Embracing her rushing granddaughter, Grandma Hua instinctively felt her temples twitch, couldn't help but nag, lightly tapping her obedient granddaughter with fingers, looking at her helplessly.