Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space

Then the father and two sons couldn't help but drool at the abundance of dishes on the table, their eyes fixed on the feast.

It was so, so lavish, with meat, fish, and eggs—such indulgence was unimaginable even in the past!

Wang Dashu looked emotionally at his sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law, why did you make so many delicious things? They should be saved for the children. I, an old man, am not worth..."

"What are you saying? You've worked hard all your life; age shouldn't mean you don't deserve good food. Brother Dashu, you can't think like that. We're at an age where we don't have many years left, as long as life is manageable, we should treat ourselves well..."

"Your sister-in-law is right; once it's made, just enjoy it." Fearing his wife would go on preaching, Hua Chengtian quickly interrupted.

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Dashu naturally nodded repeatedly. Then, the father and sons enjoyed an exceedingly sumptuous meal, feeling a bit embarrassed since what they brought couldn't compare to the feast. Even Yun Ao's brothers' kids only presented some copper coins as a greeting, nothing else of value.

After the meal, accompanied by old friends, they strolled around the village and agreed with Hua Man on when to move here. Carrying the good news, he couldn't help but hurry home to share it.

Eager to bring the good news back to the village, urging everyone to prepare quickly.

The sooner they move to Hua Village, the sooner they can have peace of mind.

As Wang Dashu returned to the village, energetically organizing the collective relocation, Hua Chengtian was also busy here.

Busy allocating land for Wang's family settlement. Nearly a hundred households required space, and with additional houses built behind the village, they needed to extend further back, nearly reaching the forest.

Once the land allocation was mostly done, Wang Dashu, with the whole village, couldn't wait and moved over to join in just a day later.

Like the village chief of Wang Village, everyone marveled at the towering walls, with the unrest brought by Beicang dissipating significantly.

Though Wang Village no longer exists, joining Hua Village, a more formidable community, was something everyone looked forward to, especially since the village chief and Hua Village's chief were old friends.

Thus, in anticipation, they entered Hua Village. As the gates slowly closed, everyone's hearts settled, and under the kind gaze of Hua Village's people, they reached their new homes.

Of course, those with enough grain or Silver Coin could directly buy houses in the village, as they were ready-made, with enough space for a large family.

Among them was the village chief Wang's family, with four sons, daughters, sons-in-law totaling over twenty people. Though a bit cramped, they didn't need to sleep outdoors, just had to later add a few side rooms.

Soon, all forty-something vacant houses were completely purchased by Wang Village descendants. Those who hesitated and missed buying had to build their own homes.

Luckily, Hua Village had ample materials, even piles and piles of wood at the back of the village.

Thus, the village rear was bustling, many from Hua Village also helped, with a large group together the strength was great. Under Hua Chengtian's deliberate guidance, the house frames remained unchanged, with various sturdy trees interwoven for support.

There was also wood junction and inset involved, making them more solid than nails, yet the few skilled carpenters in the village had their hands full, with Hua Chengtian almost spending every day at the construction site, even Hua Yunxiang helping out.

With people from both Hua Village and Wang Village united, dozens of houses rose simultaneously, completed in under ten days, with a unified appearance, looking robust and beautiful. Those living outdoors were finally at ease, wanting desperately to move in once the drying was done.

Meanwhile, warfare in the state city reached its most intense phase. For nearly a month, Beicang couldn't even approach the city gates, let alone capture them, losing numerous soldiers and warriors in each battle.

Each time nearing the moat, they were hit by falling stones and logs from above, with endless arrows raining down. The frustration of the two leaders, inherently hot-tempered, was understandable.

Thinking Lingyun State was within reach, they didn't expect it to be a tough nut with well-prepared defenses.

The two leaders, fueled by resentment, joined forces, abandoning their previous feuds, willing to employ human wave tactics, filling trenches with bodies, determined to quickly capture the gates.

The rigid defense of Lingyun City intensified their resolve to take Lingyun State.

They sensed this time wouldn't be like the last two cities, empty victories, with nothing useful found.

Thus, after another failed siege, the two leaders planned a surprise midnight assault, catching defenders when they were most fatigued.

If once doesn't succeed, twice; if twice fails, thrice. They'd employ more warriors, rotating rest and attacks, refusing to believe they couldn't conquer Lingyun City.

That night, at the pitch of midnight, battle cries outside the state city were deafening.

"Archers, ready!" As another wave of arrows released, the next group of archers took positions, arrows fired in unison. But before the rain of arrows could fall, a sudden loud noise erupted in the sky, followed by a brightening sky and columns of dark red fire appearing from the east, soon bright, colorful lights filled the sky, and the ground began to shake, causing panic both inside and outside the walls.

"It's an earthquake!" As a soldier shouted and everyone realized, Zhao the General, responsible for defense, shouted in shock.

"Everyone orderly get off the walls immediately."

The ground trembled more violently, time was life itself, soldiers grabbed their weapons and hurried down the walls,

while Beicang's troops, stunned by the sudden quake, crouched down, unable to even stand, let alone fight.

As the shaking intensified, another thunderclap sounded, followed by lightning, and a torrential downpour began, shaking the ground even more. The ground cracked open loudly, swallowing countless Beicang soldiers before they could scream, into the fissures.

"Retreat! Retreat... Quick retreat..." Amid wind, rain, and violent thunder, only desperate cries were heard.

In Shanggu Town's Hua Village, Hua Jin, sleeping soundly, abruptly opened his eyes.