My whole family ran away and farmed in ancient times

Chapter 152 tug of war

It was getting dark, and the children were still sitting quietly, on a hunger strike.

Laixi's house has already received Nanke's order to heat up the food the children haven't eaten for dinner, and make some pimple soup for those who go hunting in the mountains to warm up and drink.

Leave the children alone.

Those who came to Xi's house were worried and went to arrange dinner.

Mrs. Mi was in the middle of the crowd and her head was as big as a bucket. Nothing happened when she fled famine, and her child might starve to death.

She supported the chair and moved to Nan Ke's carriage step by step: "Master, it's impossible for Shan Zi and Xiao Yu'er not to eat for two meals."

"That's their choice, you should respect their choice, old lady."

I respect that fart, the child is going to starve to death: "You say you are so cruel, mother, if they have something wrong, don't you feel bad?"

"My heart aches, but I still have to respect them."

Mrs. Mi stared at the carriage, and moved back step by step.

When Mi Wenyan came back, she talked to him carefully.

Granny Mi heard a commotion and the scent of prey coming from behind, and turned her head to see Mi Wenyan leading the hunters back.

"Wen Yan, come here, I have something to tell you."

Mi Wenyan looked at the anxious crowd who stayed behind, and at the children sitting in meditation, and he knew what Mrs. Mi was going to say.

"I'm busy, I'll talk about it later."

All right, after a while, Mrs. Mi went back holding the chair.

After Mi Wenyan washed his hands, he took off his coat and threw it on the roof of the car, got into the carriage, rubbed his frozen hands, and warmed himself in front of the stove.

"how?"

"It's almost as you predicted. Xiao Yu'er's joining is like adding wings to a tiger. Shanzi will carry them to the end. I'll see, it will be difficult."

It is not easy for a few modern people to subvert the deep-rooted thinking of the ancients.

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer, and one after another sounded into the carriage.

"Brother Wenyan, are you back?"

"Brother Wenyan, can I discuss something with you?"

"Brother Wenyan, come down for a moment, let's have a meeting."

Mi Wenyan opened a corner of the curtain to look out, and said to He Tao, He Yuan, Mi Chengkang and others outside: "Nan Ke has conveyed my meaning, this meeting will not be held, I respect the children's choice."

He lowered the curtain and continued to warm the fire.

The few people outside felt bitter, and Brother Wen Yan didn't care, what to do.

Why are those dolls so stubborn? If they don't bind their feet, the children won't be able to marry in the future?
Why can't they think about it for their parents, alas!
Several people went back with their heads bowed, and those who were waiting knew that they had failed at a glance, and sighed relative to each other.

Today's dinner was very quiet, no one spoke, and many people put down their chopsticks after a few mouthfuls.

There were also people who didn't eat at all, and the children were starving, and they couldn't eat.

After eating, Mi Wenyan took Wan Yiliu and took Nan Ke for a walk in circles for half an hour, then returned to the carriage, took a shower in the space, and lay down when he came back.

Today he chased several mountains in order to hunt a white fox, but he was exhausted.

Just want to sleep now.

Both Shanzi and Xiaoyuer have their senses, they will not starve themselves to death.

Besides, there is Nan Ke.

When Nan Ke heard his snoring, he knew that Mi Wenyan was extremely tired, and he would only snore when he was extremely tired.

She tucked up the quilt for Mi Wenyan, went to the space to dig out the black bread, cut it into the size of two fingers, stuffed it into the armhole and hurried out, got out of the carriage, walked to the meditation group, patted Minangjia's arm, and gave her hand Stuffed a loaf of black bread.

Minangka had already smelled the smell, pinched the bread stick, and stuffed it into the armhole calmly.

Today's body is not as good as it was back then, and if you don't eat, you may starve to death.

Nan Ke then gave one to Mi Nanshan, and Mi Nanshan accepted all of Minangjia, and also accepted it himself.

He is not a pedantic person, so he is naturally very comfortable with this flexibility.

He wouldn't do anything like start an uprising for someone else and end up starving to death.

He immediately whispered to Dou Guaner beside him, keep quiet, take whatever my mother gives, and pass on the words.

Dou Guaner was receiving the bread sticks handed over by Nan Ke. He nodded to Mi Nanshan and passed on the message.

Nan Ke walked around the children's circle, and the onlookers found that she was testing the warmth of the children's hands, and did not suspect that she was stuffing the children with bread sticks.

They had never seen black bread, let alone eaten it.

Only the people around Mi Wenyan felt a little strange, but they wouldn't say anything.

They have been waiting for the old lady to rescue Shanzi and Xiaoyuer.

After Nan Ke finished distributing the bread sticks, Zhang Luo Laifu brought people over with firewood and lit a bonfire nearby.

Laifu was ecstatic, and he quickly piled firewood behind the group of children with his people, and lit the firewood in a circle around them. The warm flames danced in the cold light, bringing a lot of joy to the children. Warmth, they stopped chattering their teeth and started to feel sleepy.

Even the hunger can't stop the sleepiness.

Seeing the children yawning one after another, Mi Nanshan raised his arms and said, "Let's sing, sister, start."

They don't know what to start with.

Mi Nanshan came to his senses and patted his forehead: "Come on, I will teach you first, so today's responsibility does not lie with others, but with my youth. If a youth is wise, the country will be wise, and if a youth is rich, the country will be rich..."

The sound of Langlang's books spread all over the mountains and fields, which is exciting and shocking.

Nan Ke covered her face, what was the little ancestor doing.

She looked at Mi Wenyan, who was sleeping like a dead pig, with a big head.

Mi Nanshan taught everyone to memorize the text, and explained this paragraph word by word. After two or two teams finished the memorization, it was dawn.

The feudal conservatives, who had hardly closed their eyes all night, got up to watch one after another.

The children who have been tossing all night have smoke in their throats, temporarily entering the rest time, and they all suffer like pandas, and their small bodies are still straight.

The die-hard conservatives are sad to find that they have nothing to do with this group of children. The leader of their team doesn't care, and they are unwilling to compromise. When this continues, it will be the end.

When Nan Ke got up, Zhang Luolaiwang's family formed a team to cook dinner, and then went to work on their own.

The bread sticks she sent out yesterday were enough to last for two days, and the children couldn't go hungry.

She can rest assured to do her own thing and sew cotton shoes for Miduo.

Mrs. Mi was so mad at her that the children were so hungry, she still had time to eat.

She hadn't eaten last night. Thinking of this, she took out a steamed bun from her bosom and sent it to Mi Nanshan: "Shanzi, you must be starving. Eat quickly."

"I'm not hungry, and I don't eat." Mi Nanshan said with a stiff neck.

The others turned their heads away without even looking.

Aunt Mi gave them something to eat. Although it was unpalatable, they were really not hungry.

Mrs. Mi's anxious face turned pale: "Shanzi, I'm begging you to be a baby, please eat something?"

"Eat it by yourself. When you are old, you have to eat enough to carry it. It's cold."

Granny Mi couldn't help crying, she picked up the bun and signaled Pearl to leave quickly.

Pearl looked back at Mi Nanshan and Mi Nanjia, and walked out of the meditation group with Mrs. Mi behind her back.

Mrs. Mi slid off her back and sat on the ground crying loudly.

At the scene, many of Mrs. Mi's peers could no longer control their tears.

The atmosphere was once very depressing and sad.

(End of this chapter)