flee from famine?Dressed to be vicious, the mother-in-law holds hundreds of billions of supplies!

Seeing such a scene, the village chief felt slightly better.

This is what normal life looks like.

Facing the loess and back to the sky, hoping for a good harvest in the soil, and giving myself hope in life.

Seeing human smoke proves that there is a village ahead.

What they need to do now is to exchange some valuables with the villagers for some food. People need to eat whole grains, but it’s not good to always eat flowers and plants in the mountains. Now that they have the opportunity, they have to let their stomachs enjoy it. one time.

"Let's go, go to Qiantou village to rest. When you enter the village, speak well and be humble. Don't get angry and find trouble. We flee from famine, people are far away from home, so don't argue with others." The village chief explained, see The villagers heard it in their hearts, and they separated from the villagers.

It is not the same thing for such a large number of people to go to the same small village.

Since there are people, it proves that there are villages in other places nearby.

Scores come and go.

In this way, the village head led a group of people, and Zhao Luwei led a group of people, and even divided the refugees into Yan Qing's hands.

The refugees are not familiar with each other, and some are difficult to bring along.

Yan Qing didn't find it difficult to get the task.

Young people should work harder.

Only in the future can there be some achievements, otherwise...

If you stay behind others for the rest of your life, then this life will pass, and the ups and downs have nothing to do with you, let alone the mediocre ones.

It is better for a man to be slightly ambitious.

Yan Qingshu and Dabao followed in Yan Qing's team.

"Stepmother, how should we exchange food?"

"Are you hungry, do you want to eat whole grains?" Yan Qingshu asked.

Dabao nodded: "I want to eat."

After running around for so long, who wouldn't want to eat something serious.

Yan Qingshu pointed to the small bag on Dabao's shoulder: "The winter clothes in the small bag on your body can be changed, and you also know a little bit of medical skills. If someone is sick, you can help. Most people are sick If you survive it, if you don’t survive it, your life will be gone. If you can cure it, it’s not a problem for those villagers to give you corn buns.”

Dabao nodded.

Start knocking on the door one by one.

Yan Qingshu sat under the willow tree in the village, waiting quietly.

Since Dabao wanted to be emperor, he had to understand the sadness of the people at the bottom, and he had to look up step by step from the bottom to know what kind of thinking and what kind of species people of each class had.

In the history she is familiar with, Zhu Yuanzhang was also a cowherd boy, who became a beggar halfway through, and then became the emperor by chance.

Such an emperor, although the methods are relatively tyrannical.

However, the sword refers to the rich and powerful.

In the years when he was the emperor, the punishment was relatively severe, but it was a powerful country after all.

All let Dabao know more, that's right.

Yan Qingshu reached out and rubbed her temples. She belongs to the action department, and those government affairs are the affairs of people with good brains.

All she needs to do is follow the orders of the higher-ups.

Not so now...

You have to understand the truth a little bit.

Living a new life, not only did not feel easy, but even felt that the burden on my shoulders was heavier.

The refugees are not like the villagers in Shilitun. They used to pick up things from the slaughtered town, and they had almost no valuables on them. Walking in the village, they were more disgusted by others.

Just like wild dogs on the side of the road, no one asked.

Even the refugees pushed their own children out: "This is a boy, he is still young, he doesn't remember anything, and he is strong. If you stutter, he can survive. After three to five years, he can help After working, you don’t need to feed him too well, as long as he can’t die.”

Some people start planning for their children.

It is too difficult to escape famine, and it is impossible to settle here.

Just out of the mountain range, fertile land is scarce, and the local people will not be willing to give the original land to outsiders.

Those of them who have lived for more than 20 years or more have suffered almost all the suffering in this world, and even if they die suddenly, they will die.

Anyway, people are going to die after all.

But children can't do it!

The children are still young, if someone has no children, or wants to raise more children, there are 1 of them who want to keep their children here.

Refugees have their own way of surviving and their own particulars.

Dabao walked around the small village with a small bundle.

As he walked on the road, his small shoulders were a little heavy.

Because of his young age, he looks a little cleaner, not quite like a refugee, and the villagers didn't run away when they saw him.

"What's the kid doing?" Someone else asked him.

Dabao asked, "What's the matter with the people in the village? Why is everyone coughing and not in good spirits?"

"It hasn't rained for a few days, and I'm anxious. The crops are growing, and it won't work without some rain." The woman who was talking to Dabao laughed cheerfully.

After laughing, he coughed, turned his back to Dabao, and let out a huff.

A mouthful of thick phlegm fell to the ground.

Xu Shi noticed Dabao's eyes, and the woman gave a rare shyness, stretched her legs and stepped on it, crushing the thick phlegm: "The child is too hot at noon, do you want to drink some water?"

"No need." Dabao shook his head.

He has seen this kind of behavior many times, although he is not used to it every time. ,

But what the aunt coughed up just now was bloodshot.

Is it really caused by the fire?

Looking up at the sky, the dull sky is still very blue and cloudless, and I don't know when the rain will fall.

He returned to Yan Qingshu's side: "Stepmother, I think there is something wrong with this village."

"Oh?"

Yan Qingshu had doubts in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"People here seem to have problems with their physical condition. Their faces are sallow, they cough, they are depressed, and some people spit with bloodshot eyes. It's not just one person, but many of them."

"??" Yan Qingshu stood up abruptly.

"Many of these?" If there is one or two, it is natural not to care, but if there are many.

Troubled times!

All kinds of disasters are rampant in troubled times.

It is not impossible for an infectious disease to emerge.

"Take me to have a look." Yan Qingshu said, following behind Dabao.

It's not time to eat yet, and everyone in the village is still working.

Those left behind in the village are not only children but also the elderly.

A family of refugees knocked on the door. When a child opened the door, they knelt down on the ground and begged for food.

Children are still relatively soft-hearted. Seeing such a situation, there are steamed buns and vegetable balls at home.

Homeless people held out their dirty bowls, and children poured some hot water from their own kettles.

The person who drank the hot water in this way laughed.

Yan Qingshu stared at the child and met his gaze.

She beckoned, and the child turned and ran to the house, slammed the door shut, and bolted the inside bolt.

……

Yan Qingshu?

"Stepmother, the little sister inside treats you as a human trafficker."

The corner of Yan Qingshu's mouth twitched, does she look like a human trafficker?

Looking in through the crack of the door, the child became even more defensive.