It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 234

Jiang Yan's judgment was correct. After nightfall, Dongshan Village was once again covered in heavy snow. This snow continued all night and all day, with no sign of abating or stopping.

The originally gray and yellow ground of the courtyard was covered with snow again, and the ice path that had just been built outside the courtyard disappeared. At first glance, there was no difference to be seen with the naked eye.

Jiang Yan wrapped herself up tightly, quickly cleared the snow from the roof, and then returned to her bedroom, her heart heavy with worry. It had snowed twice in just two weeks, and she was worried about the possibility of disaster.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yan suddenly woke up from her sleep.

She closed her eyes skillfully, changed to a side-lying position, pricked up her ears to catch the movements around her, and at the same time, her right hand quietly reached out from under the quilt to hold the long stick on the edge of the kang.

After returning to Dongshan Village, Jiang Yan's sleep quality improved a lot, but there were still a few times when he did not sleep well and needed to hold something for self-defense in his hands.

Just when Jiang Yan was alert for a moment and found nothing unusual, and was about to fall asleep again like the previous times, she heard the sound of fighting mixed with the rustling sound of falling snow.

The sound of sharp weapons colliding is very unique. Jiang Yan has heard it many times and it is hard to make a mistake.

While the sound was still some distance away, Jiang Yan quickly put on his coat and tidied the bedding to look like someone was fast asleep. Then he stood in a corner of the bedroom, put his ear to the wall, and held his breath.

The sounds of fighting were getting closer, and the frequency of weapons clashing was slowing down, as if both sides were exhausted.

Jiang Yan became even more focused. Although she could only hear the movements of two people no matter how hard she listened, she did not dare to be careless.

They chased him out of the courtyard.

Then there were two loud thuds. Someone fell to the ground.

Then came a series of muffled groans as sharp weapons entered the human body.

Finally, the courtyard returned to silence, with only a faint heavy breathing remaining.

The brain autonomously simulated the scene of being discharged from the hospital. Jiang Yan bit her lower lip and repeatedly reminded herself not to stiffen her limbs, not to make any noise, and not to leak her breath.

The gate was locked, so the assailant outside should have known that no one was inside and didn't need to kill her. Perhaps he would just clean up the scene and leave, never having to see her again.

There is another possibility that Jiang Yan selectively forgot, but the murderer outside the house did not seem to think so.

Jiang Yan listened to the weak curses of people trying to climb the wall outside and failing, and she knew that she couldn't do what she wanted.

On a very cold day, everyone wants to go indoors to keep warm.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, only determination and indifference remained.

There were several spots of ice on the courtyard wall, but now he couldn't even climb the wall properly, which meant that he was seriously injured. Besides, it was freezing cold outside and the injured couldn't stay there for long... This was her advantage.

Jiang Yan waited quietly in the house. When she had counted to nearly seven hundred, she heard the sound of someone climbing over the wall again.

It should have been successful this time. Judging from the direction it landed, it had landed on another section of the courtyard wall.

Jiang Yan's mind flashed with the image of himself climbing over the wall and landing clumsily. Then he heard a click and landed again.

No way... Jiang Yan immediately thought of the deep pit he had dug under the wall for composting, the large jar of smelly wood ash and saltpeter water that he had poured into it later, and the rotten wooden boards covering the compost pit.

Even though the situation was dire, she couldn't help but laugh silently.

At that time, because the smell of fermenting compost was very unpleasant, Jiang Yan searched around the house for a long time before finding some rotten wooden boards to cover it.

She didn't know how to plane the good wooden boards and was reluctant to give them up. Who would have thought that they would have the use they have today?

Jiang Yan moved from the hiding spot to behind the door. The person who fell into the fertilizer pile was dirty and smelly, so it was better not to contaminate the bedroom.

She suppressed her smile and continued to wait, but she heard no more movement.

What happened? Did he fall into a pit and can't get out, or is he unconscious?