"Just send it like that?" Wuyou asked.
"Yes, just like that. We're here to deliver grain to them anyway. Are we afraid they'll rob and kill us?" Gu Qingli glanced at everyone present. Each one was a master of martial arts; even one of them could easily defeat the starving villagers.
"Hurry up and go." Xiao Yunjing glared at them. Surely, he and Li'er wouldn't have to go themselves.
"Yes."
Six people immediately carried the bags and headed towards the village.
Wuyou knocked on the family's door again. The same woman answered, but this time her attitude was very impatient. She said, "Miss, what is it now?"
Wuyou held up a bag of rice and a bag of sweet potatoes, tossing them in front of the woman. "Here," she said. "These are for you."
The woman eyed the two bulging coarse cloth bags suspiciously. She glanced at Wuyou and stuttered, "What are these?"
"Grain."
"Grain?" The woman's eyelids twitched. She immediately dragged the bags inside and slammed the door shut.
