The little daughter-in-law of Mrs. Wang's family asked her man in a low voice: "There's no water in front of it, let's just stay here." Although the river is not much, it is not stronger than the previous one. If there is no water, then there can be a job? Who knows how far you'll have to go to encounter water again. ”

Wang Zhongyu had a look on his daughter-in-law's face, "You said that." What's the difference between staying here and being a cat in the mountains? This open-air is your home, can you stay here for the rest of your life? You have to move forward, and you can do whatever you want! ”

Ah, yes, you can't stay here.

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law patted her head, but then she had a new problem.

But this time she didn't dare to ask her man again, for fear of being scolded, and it happened that Song Fusheng was nearby, so she asked:

"Garlic seedlings, his third uncle, the pots and buckets are filled with water, and you can't pile them on your luggage in time and space as usual, how can you have a spare place to put this basin of water, and you can't stack it."

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law said as her eyes kept glancing to the side, and her eyes were slightly nowhere to put them.

This Song Tongsheng is becoming less and less particular, and occasionally undresses when it is hot working in the mountains, and once let her see it and startle her.

It's good now, I wear so little of it, and I don't care about my face at all.

However, in other words, are all readers so white?

Song Fusheng, who was wearing a hurdle vest, Nike shorts, and straw sandals, didn't notice that Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law had an unnatural expression.

He twisted his eyebrows and pondered with his eyes full: Indeed, if you take a lot of water roads, and the weight and volume are placed there, then now every household must be streamlined, and a lot of things must be lost.

Everyone's gossip:

"What? I can't ask for straw mats, so what are the sleeping mats next night? ”

"What? I also have to throw away my clothes, and if I throw them away, I don't have much to wear. ”

"Don't throw the quilt, Dalang, you're stupid, what do we build at night, we sleep in the open air."

The young man known as Da Lang shouted: "Mother, didn't you hear what Li Zhengye and Third Brother Song said, everything that is not needed for the time being, now throw it away." No water is the worst thing. ”

It's a mess, it's a lot of noise.

Song Fusheng was tired, and he was also persuading himself that Lao Ziniang should not bring what he could, and he couldn't pile it up in the car.

But Mrs. Ma was disobedient, and when she came to her, everything that was broken was good, and she was not willing to lose even the clothes with patches on her body.

"Mother, only leave the cotton clothes and shoes that will be used in the past few to ensure that everyone will not be frozen. The heat is better said, the heat goes down. The quilt is covered with a bed for two people, and you can't ask for the luggage stuffed with broken catkins, and you can pick out the clothes and keep them. My eldest brother and second brother didn't have good clothes, so they picked me to wear, and so did my sister-in-law and sister-in-law. ”

After Song Fusheng finished speaking, he called Qian Peiying, gave the envoy a look and said, "You find better clothes for Sizhuang, let him change it, and throw away the set on his body." Help my mother calculate again, don't let her grind here, what should be thrown must be thrown. ”

The shopkeeper Niu found Song Fusheng: "Uncle, when we leave, what should I do with the jars of wine I brought?" ”

Song Fusheng thought for a while:

"When you don't have any water to drink, drink to everyone. At night, if the quilt is not enough to cover it, you can also drink, so you can keep it warm.

But you'd better put it on it, find a board on it, press it, and pile a lot of things on it.

In addition, quilts, luggage, coats, etc., all those that are not afraid of breaking if they fall on the ground, try to throw them all on the roof of the carriage, find a rope to tie tightly, and finally cover them with oilcloth. In the carriage, we must try to save open space, we have to put a basin for water. ”

Until this time, the women did not agree to throw it, and there was a lot of opinion.

You must know that these things can be brought out, and they are already good things at home. After fleeing for a few days, he has been struggling to carry and push on his back, and at this time he said that he would throw it away, and he couldn't accept it at all.

Song Fusheng said angrily to the eldest aunt, who has cattle at home:

"I have seen that twenty or thirty miles ahead, many people are thirsty on the roadside, and they are lying there, their lives and deaths unknown.

It is estimated that when they passed by us, they didn't find a small river here, which was specially searched by my brother-in-law, and we were blessed by God.

Now if you don't throw it away, don't pour it into the place to fill it with water, I ask you, who dares to guarantee that there will be water twenty or thirty miles ahead?

What if you go further and go again, there is no water dozens of miles away?

That is, the mule ox dies of thirst first!

As soon as they die, only these things in the car, can you push them down with a trolley, and can you use them with them on your back?! ”

Song Lizheng also said angrily to the other families: "Look at those refugees, they don't talk about luggage, and some of them don't even have a piece of dry food." What's the matter, still alive! Why are you so much to do, don't be greedy and chew too much, lose the watermelon and pick up sesame seeds, food and water are life-saving! ”

The captain and the political commissar scolded together, and suppressed it by anger, and the women accepted it as if they were resigned to their fate.

After they accepted it, the next step was to rush to the river and wash it.

In that shallow river, I can't wait to wash everything, wash myself, and get my hair wet when I don't have time to wash it, at least: cool.

It's as if after leaving the river, you can't touch the water again.

Then he picked up the water and boiled it to drink, boiling one pot after another, so that the men could drink the water vigorously and persuaded them to drink.

After grabbing the child, he also poured it into his mouth, and several babies protested: "I can't drink it, I really can't drink it." ”

It's not like drinking more free water at this time, and you can't wait to dry up the creek and save it for tomorrow.

This water is the same as eating, eating 20 steamed buns at a time, eating more at a meal, after that, if you don't eat, you won't survive next month.

And Song Fuling's meal at home is: egg soup.

Obviously, she was finally able to eat a good meal, her milk was really talented, and she was stunned by a pot of unsalted egg soup, and let them drink to their heart's content.

Yes, I didn't eat much dry food, and I drank a lot of water. With a hiccup, the soup water goes straight up.

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The mules and oxen are back on the road, the sound of the wooden rolling of the carts weighing down on the stones on the road, and a more difficult test of survival awaits them ahead.