Song Lizheng in the headline oxcart regretted a little at the moment and kept complaining about himself.

It was better not to go to the mountains to hide from the rain.

At that time, I learned the news earlier than anyone else, and there were no such people on the road.

At that time, if you continue to move forward, even if you meet a group of people, you should be a family that has no shortage of food and drink and knows the letter in advance.

Generally, such people have shoes on their feet, and those who are barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, but everyone has shoes, and none of them are barefoot, and no one will provoke anyone.

Now, look at it again, there is a cow and a mule on the road that are so dazzling.

They were obviously mud-legged, and they were little people who were not in sight when they went to the city, but now they have become the sweets in the eyes of these refugees on the road.

Miscalculated.

It's up to him.

Even when I went up the mountain to hide from the rain, it was too late to go down.

It's his grandfather who has selfish intentions and wants to wait a little longer, and he always thinks about going home to delay.

Song Rizheng didn't think it was safe to be around these people.

Among these people, judging from the body shape, some people have begun to shake the hungry now, but if it is him, starvation is death, and it is also death to fight for it, it is better to try, in case you can grab food and live. Don't look at the next one by one, be honest.

At present, the fault of these refugees is that they have no organization, no leader, and they are not in a group. Once there is a leader who agitates and shouts loudly, no matter how tightly they cover here, they can choke and retreat.

Song Li was poking his head out of the car: "Fusheng? Fusheng! ”

Song Fusheng came closer, and Song Lizheng told him about his worries.

After a while, Song Fulu, the lobby brother of Uncle Song Fusheng's house in the front row, walked out of the team.

Song Fulu was the tallest of these people.

I only saw Song Fulu holding two wooden sticks tied to the red line, and compared the action that only modern traffic police can only do twice: continue to move forward.

The eldest aunt, who was walking hard, saw the wooden stick fluttering with the red rope, and suddenly seemed to have been injected with fresh blood: "Look, my son has made a gesture, let everyone continue to go, do you see my son?" ”

Mrs. Ma pursed her lips, but my son's position was arranged by my third son.

If it weren't for her three sons saying that they had to be consistent with the outside world at the moment, she wouldn't have allowed this majesty to live to the big house.

After Song Fulu's order was given, Tian Zhongyu in the middle and rear of the convoy immediately turned his head and conveyed: "I can't rest, keep walking." ”

The last one behind the palace was the Guo family, and the boss of the Guo family shouted back: "Received!" ”

No way, don't look at only fourteen households, but the road in ancient times was narrow.

Because at that time, if it was not an official road, there was no such thing as paving the road at all. There are many people walking on a small road like this, and it has become a road, and it is hard to come out.

Therefore, these people have wheelbarrows, oxen and mule carts, and there must be some legs next to them, and they can go far away when they line up.

When others saw that the order was to continue walking, was there any despair in their hearts, Song Lingling didn't know, she knew that she was going to be tired.

I persuaded myself to go shopping before, I used to go shopping for a day, I insisted on it, that didn't work, my legs were weak, and shopping was completely different, and my body seemed to lack calcium.

It's only been more than five hours to calculate in modern time, Song Fuling grabbed the mule cart: "Milk, if I can't do it, you come down and change me." ”

Mrs. Ma said, "I knew you wouldn't be able to." It's over, come up. ”

Song Fuling's feeling when she boarded the mule cart was: Mom, she is so happy, she has to cherish it. Tilting his head against the carriage and falling asleep.

Another two hours passed, Qian Peiying also changed places with another old lady in the mule cart, the old lady went down to walk, and she went up to sit. Getting into the car, Qian Peiying also fell asleep in a daze.

Song Fusheng was very envious of the two of them, he also wanted to play tricks, he wanted Song Lizheng to come down as a bad old man, he went up, alas, but he couldn't break down.