A Husband Who Traveled Through the Famine and Developed a Chronicle

Chapter 82 The Person Who Shouldn't Appear
This also made Bai Xia never think of his father's spiritual seat when he set the fire.

After writing his father's spiritual tablet, Li Xiuyuan put it on the stone, kowtowed respectfully a few times, then raised his eyes, looking at his father's spiritual tablet, his eyes gradually became wet.

After carefully putting away his father's coffin, he picked up another coffin.

The spiritual seat of Bai's Sanya.

There were only a few words of Miao Miao, but when he finished writing, Li Xiuyuan cried uncontrollably. He bit his arm tightly, recalling the scene before Bai Sanya's death in his mind.

"sorry Sorry"

His cowardice and incompetence prevented her from living a good life, and for him, she became the food of others.

He knew that it was useless to regret, so in this life, he decided to make those beasts pay with their blood.

Don't say that they haven't done anything in this life, the fact that the food tax forced him and Bai Xiayuan to leave their hometown is enough for him to kill these people to relieve his hatred.

Thinking of Bai Xia, his eyes were very complicated. Finally, he lowered his eyes and hid all his emotions in his eyes. When he raised his head again, his eyes were still so clear, as if they had been washed by water.
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After eating, the refugees finally went to sleep contentedly.

From each household, one person was left to watch the night. The scorching wind caressed the team from time to time, and then scattered and drifted away.

"Oh, what's going on here?"

Yu Dashui squatted in front of Yu Dazhuang, looked at his head over and over again, it was strange, fell from the tree, there was not even a bag.

It just happened to be unconscious.

He has no family or anything, and everyone can't be wasted here. He will probably be on his way tomorrow, so what should he do if he is still in a coma?
Yu Dashui shook his head and returned to his place.

The elder and younger family members were already asleep, and his wife was holding straw sandals. When she saw him coming back, she moved aside.

"You haven't slept yet?"

"How did you remember to weave straw sandals?"

Dashui's daughter-in-law's family name is Li, and her name is Cuilan. When she heard his question, she didn't raise her head and said, "Daughter-in-law of Dashui takes straw sandals. Now Miss Bai can help sell them. Weave a pair, which is worth two cents."

"I don't know what the days to come will be like. The government said that Quanzhou has a vast land and can arrange for us to settle down, but we have never been there."

"Even if you can settle down, you will need money to manage, build a house, and buy land."

"I thought I could earn some money"

"What, you went to see Da Zhuang again?"

Yu Dazhuang and Yu Dashui belong to the same clan, although they usually have a normal relationship, but he is in a coma, and he is the temporary leader of this team, so of course he has to take a look.

"Look, I'm still unconscious." Yu Dashui wiped his hands with a wet handkerchief, and sat next to his wife.

"Tell me, what is the background of Miss Bai? She's not as big as Qiu'er, why is she so powerful?"

"You don't care who they are, if they can be exchanged for food?"

"You said, should I hand over our team to her? She is capable and can get food. Now that Wang Xiucai has run away, the road map to Quanzhou is gone. There are thousands of people here. It's a good place to go, give her the name of the leader, maybe the big guy will have a better life." Yu Dashui thought seriously, he himself is not a person with great ability, if he didn't take orders when he was in danger, he didn't want to take care of this mess .

Li Cuilan bit off the last piece of hay, finished weaving a pair of straw sandals, put them aside, and agreed: "I think it will work, I heard that Shuanzi is recruiting people everywhere, saying that his young master wants to build a guard."

"Guards?"

"It's almost like an official post, the kind that can keep us safe"

"Then I'll ask tomorrow."

As the couple talked, their voices gradually died down. The fire was surrounded by stones, and a few stone slabs were built on top of it, so that sparks would not fly out.

In the silent night, there were not even insects and birds singing. This severe drought not only affected people, but also all kinds of flowers, birds, insects and fish. In previous years, summer is the time when everything grows rapidly. Mi Genfeng, but now, is all withered.

Yu Dazhuang, who had been in a coma for a whole day, opened his eyes at this time, and he saw a field of bright stars. From time to time, there was the crackling sound of wood burning in the flames. He stared blankly at the sky. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and crawled up the ground. stand up.

After looking at the sleeping refugees, he stepped up and walked in the direction of Lai Ergou.

"It's so miserable. Fortunately, I have medicine." He observed Lai Ergou's situation, took out an anti-fever medicine from his arms, and fed it to Lai Ergou.

Then he took off the cloth on his wound and bandaged it again. When he saw the wound, he couldn't help but click twice, it was too miserable.

By the time this work is over, the sky is almost dawn.

Yu Dazhuang glanced at the direction where Bai Xia and the others were resting, with some doubts in his eyes.

What is the origin of these two little children?
It turned out that he was no longer the Yu Dazhuang he was before. After hitting his head in a coma, after a day, he had already changed his mind.

Yu Dazhuang returned to his place, touched the food, set up a fire, poured some water to cook porridge, and read the memories in his mind while cooking.

His name is Yu Dazhuang, he came from modern times and died of overtime.

He was a bow and arrow enthusiast before his death. In addition to overtime, his rest time is to go to the shooting club, sometimes to participate in some wild survival training camps, and occasionally to read some novels that are not nutritious. Now, he traveled through This novel is a novel called "The Legend of the Emperor Xia", and the character he traveled through is not a small person, but the famous sharpshooter in the Legend of the Emperor Xia.

This is a book about troubled times. The cause was a severe drought in Ganzhou. The king of Liang concealed the report and mined iron ore privately, which caused the death of nearly [-] people in Ganzhou. The uprising, the court collapsed.

Emperor Xia was one of the rebels, but he was not a farmer, but a branch of the Daxia royal family. With his outstanding leadership and political talents, he finally won the victory and became emperor.

To be honest, this novel is very sloppy, if not for the sharpshooter Yu Dazhuang in the novel who has the same name as him, he would definitely not be able to read it.

Unexpectedly, he would end up transmigrating into this book, which can be regarded as a mistake.

The severe drought in Ganzhou can be said to be the most tragic and inhumane part of this novel. Because of this disaster, Ganzhou is full of starvation, and it is not uncommon for people to change their sons to eat. They entered the mining trap set by the government, and finally the mine collapsed, causing countless casualties among the people.

"Really, the beginning of death"

Thinking of the things he learned in his memory, Yu Dazhuang gave a wry smile, but soon he cheered up.

Now that he has come to this world, he will not allow himself to be as unknown as in his previous life, and he must build up some achievements in order to live up to this world.

Of course, the most important thing is to find Emperor Xia and gain his trust.

He remembered that Emperor Xia had been adopted by King Liang, so he had to find a way to go to King Liang's Mansion, which was in Ganzhou Fucheng, which was opposite to Quanzhou where they were going, but Quanzhou had to go because the whole area of ​​Ganzhou was dry, Going back to Fucheng, he would only die on the road.

"We have to detour and get enough water"

Of course, going to Fucheng is not a smooth journey, he can't go alone, he has to recruit some younger brothers and make some bows and arrows, the power of the wooden bow is too weak, but the government's bow is not bad.

Thinking of this, Yu Dazhuang's eyes darkened, he picked up the cooked porridge, and drank it in small sips.

(End of this chapter)