After evacuating the enemy's warehouse, carry supplies through the disaster year

Goudan's family watched Wang Tiezhu run away, and couldn't react for a while, especially Wang Qian's.

【Why is this different from what she thought! 】

In the past, no matter how dissatisfied she was, she would quarrel with her, attracting crowds of villagers to watch, and then everyone pointed their finger at Old Wang and accused her.

[But why is this still running away! 】

"You heartless bastard, I really think your trick is still effective, why don't you get up and push the cart."

Seeing that her family was abandoned by the villagers, Mrs. Wang quickly jumped out of the frame car with a cane.

Like the wind, he rushed in front of Wang Qian, the cane in his hand whimpered, and Wang Sap pulled the shelf cart forward in silence.

He has long been used to the fights that occur at home every day, anyway, it will not affect his eating and sleeping.

...

The town official, who was beaten for several days and embarrassed to go out, finally got a chance to go out to let the wind go, and wanted to go to the old friend's house for comfort.

On the street in the early morning, a few fallen leaves were blown by the breeze, bringing an obvious smell of blood.

The town official twitched his nose, sniffed the smell in the wind, and confirmed again that it was blood.

The unusually deserted town gave him a strange feeling, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

"Ah~ bah~"

The town official let out a mouthful of grievances in his heart, thinking that he could be regarded as a tenth-rank official, but he was crushed to death by the two tigresses in his family.

A turbulent old heart, how willing to be suppressed by women, has to find some sense of existence outside.

Thinking of the gentle and gentle Widow Wen, the town official's mind became alive again, and he looked around like a thief.

He was afraid that someone would find out and inform him again. If he found out who was the informer, he would have to kill his whole family.

"Hey~"

The stride was a bit too big for a while, which involved the sore spot on his buttocks, and the town official with a crooked mouth had to slow down his pace.

With his hands behind his back, he swayed and swayed under the eaves with a figure-of-eight step.

"Crack~squeak!"

The wooden door behind him opened with a creak, and the town official who had no time to react leaned back and entered the shop.

The obese body whose body couldn't keep up with the reaction threw up choking dust with a 'boom'.

"Oh! Damn Zhuliang store!

The doorknob of your house is broken, sir, and you have to pay for a load of food. "

The ass that had been hit by the board fell firmly to the ground, and the pain made the town official gasp, but it didn't delay him from asking for compensation.

"Squeak ~ squeak"

The only ones who responded were the mice looking for food, and the town official who was lying on the ground and wanted someone to help them, but there was no response for a long time.

I wanted to open my mouth to curse a few words, but found something was wrong.

Because it was placed in the store in the past, none of the grain jars were missing, and even the counter was gone.

The town official scrambled to his feet, and saw that the entire grain store was empty, with the battered counter quietly leaning against the corner.

Open mouth wide, as if mocking his self-righteousness.

...

"Soil... soil... bandits... ransacking!"

The town official suddenly thought of the bloody smell he smelt before, and his whole body trembled like chaff, wishing he hadn't shown up.

He crawled out slowly on all fours, without even thinking of going into the inner room to take a look.

At the moment of life and death, his own life is the most important thing.

The town official crawled out of the grain store, looked around cautiously, got up and ran home.

The obese body tossed around at an unprecedented speed, and the fallen leaves where it passed were rolled up.

There is absolutely no thought of caring about the life and death of the people in the town.

At this time, the town official only hated his parents for giving him two missing legs.

The birds that landed on the roof, chirping and laughing at the ridiculous performance of the town official, spread their wings and flew to the mountains.

...

When the sun was setting, the brigade camped near a water source.

The Jin Diao family, who were in charge of exploring the way, dropped four hares on the roof of Ziyu's carriage, and they groomed each other's feathers.

Those who had driven a day's journey were busy making a fire and cooking when they rested.

At noon, Ziyu, who had seen the second-hand crafts of leather, was determined not to cook with them, not to mention the hygiene level.

The boiled porridge is raw, and it still has a strong smell of paste.

Kang's pancakes are so black that you can't see any color on the outside, but the inside is still raw.

It was a waste of food for seven people to cook, and Ziyu and Li Bai couldn't eat it.

At noon, I still borrowed a box of snacks from the carriage.

The raw porridge and noodle cakes were naturally cleaned up by Pi Erqi and the others, even the glutinous rice crust at the bottom of the porridge was eaten.

I almost drank the shabu-shabu water, and the wild vegetables sent by others were boiled and eaten after just rolling them in the water.

Li Bai made it clear that the seven people were only responsible for their own meals, and Ziyu and his meals would be taken care of by themselves.

No, as soon as he rested, he was busy taking out the pots and buckets from the carriage, washing his hands and starting to eat.

...

Knowing that he was not good at cooking, Pi Er took the initiative to untie the horse and go to the lower reaches of the stream to wash the horses. Seeing four hares lying on the ground, he asked for instructions.

"Young master, the little one can peel the skin, make sure it's clean."

"Take it and clean it up, just send two of them back, no offal." Li Bai, who was bored with the rice, said without raising his head.

"Okay, promise to go and come back quickly, Dunzi come here!"

Dunzi who was called ran over to lead the horse, and went downstream with Pi Er.

People who were busy making dinner, although they were greedy for rabbit meat, but no one had the cheek to ask for it.

Before they left the village, they were told over and over again by the village head and the elders in the village that no matter how big or small they were, they should never ask for food in front of your noble son.

It is the kindness of your son to be willing to take them all the way. If you offend someone, be careful that you will lose your life.

The origin of the fifty carriages had been spread among the large team, and this rumor made people even more afraid to show off in front of Ziyu and Li Bai.

Looking away from the eyes of the two, it was both reverence and fear.

Ziyu, who was in charge of stirring the egg liquid with a clay pot, was inspecting what everyone was cooking and eating.

Pancakes are indispensable, because the weather is hot at noon and many people don't want to light a fire to cook, and they just eat the pancakes baked the day before to make do, even Ziyu and Li Bai are the same.

In hot weather, it is easy to go bad after eating overnight. For farmers who are reluctant to waste food.

Many people are reluctant to throw it away and will continue to eat it. People with poor stomachs are prone to illness.

There is not even a serious doctor in the team, there is only an old man who knows herbal medicine, and he can only watch a little headache.

Ziyu's advice to them is to only prepare food for the day when they rest at night.

...

The families where Ziyu came out of the village more or less had one or two iron pots or earthen pots.

Although it is incomplete, it is not a pot, and cooking porridge and pancakes is not a problem.

When she walked in front of a team with sick and injured, she saw only a broken pot cooking porridge.

There is obviously no staple food in the tumbling porridge, and most of them are roots, which look like immature sweet potato roots.

Ziyu glanced calmly at this team of old, weak, sick and disabled.