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Moving on, there are no villages to rest on.

No matter how you walk, it's the life of sleeping in the open air.

Until this moment, Song Fusheng finally understood what Tian Xifa's sentence meant: "This road is only taken by outlaws".

Hundreds of miles, counting the road taken the day before, if this is placed in modern times, not to mention passing through small villages, you can almost pass through a large county town.

However, in this ancient period, walking so far, I was stunned that my mother couldn't go to the village and couldn't find a store.

Except for the refugees who suddenly rushed into the line to beg for saliva, it was a dead and endless wasteland.

The men drove the mule and ox carts into the earth, and according to the rules of the first day, who should be in charge of which stall was still in charge as usual. Only this time there is no need to pour out human hands to fetch water. There is no water to fight either.

Suddenly, a woman jumped and screamed.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law was so frightened that she covered her mouth and cried: "There are dead people." ”

Song Li breathed a long sigh of relief, and when he put down his heart, he wanted to scold: "It's not normal to have a dead person?" Haven't seen much along the way? Rub him aside, crying dad and shouting mother! ”

Then he shouted to the crowd in a rage: "Look at the dots when you lay out the luggage, take torches to illuminate them, and when you see a dead man, use a hoe to stretch him farther away, so that there is no sickness." ”

Song Fuling didn't listen to this, it was better, and immediately grabbed Qian Peiying with one hand, and Qian Mishou tightly with the other, and whispered:

"Mother, Mi Shou, let's just stay where we are, I just looked at this piece under our feet, it's clean.

Whoever told us to pretend not to listen, don't help, don't work, wait until my milk is done with the luggage.

Now it's dark, and the torches may not be able to shine clearly, so don't accidentally step on a dead person, you know if he is dead or not. ”

Qian Peiying knew that her daughter was really frightened, so she was so frightened that she stretched out her arm and held Song Lingling in her arms: "Well, my mother will stand here with you and stay still." ”

Mi Shou hesitated: "But, but sister, my leg hurts," and hurriedly waved his little hand to promise: "I want to sit down on the spot and not move." ”

Qian Peiying said: "Then you sit on my feet, don't have a little worm bite your ass." ”

In this way, Song Fuling dragged her mother hard and refused to let her help, until Mrs. Ma finished laying the cover, and when she looked back, she felt that there seemed to be a few fewer people in her house, and there was no torch in her hand, so she could only shout anxiously in the distance: "Fat girl, fat girl?" ”

"Oh, milk, I'm here," Song Poria jumped out of the darkness: "Come on, come on, you've laid it, it's great, but did you take a closer look when you laid it?" No one died. ”

"No, don't worry, take care of your heart. Your uncle deliberately sprinkled some medicinal powder in front of your babies, and I don't know what medicine it is, saying that he used to go up the mountain to prevent snakes and insects. ”

"Great, my uncle is simply wonderful."

Song Fuling said as she led Mi Shou to lie down, and greeted tightly: "Sister Peach Blossom, Sister Eldest and Second Girl, come on, mother, don't go, I'm afraid." ”

Qian Peiying said that she had to boil some hot water, make medicine for Mi Shou, and come later.

Mrs. Ma looked at the freshly laid luggage, and it was full in the blink of an eye. The little granddaughter was a good person again, and after shouting this and that, she just didn't let her. She didn't care about resting, she was too busy to cover up, and finally in the mouth of her little granddaughter, her uncle became a good person, and she didn't praise her a word, and sighed like resignation.

Sister-in-law Guo trotted over and said, "Auntie, I'll get water." ”

"How much?"

"One, in a pot?" Sister-in-law Guo hesitated.

Mrs. Ma rolled her eyelids: "What, it's late at night, you still have to cook porridge at home?" I don't think I'll eat it, my family is hungry tonight, and I'm not in a hurry. ”

"Mother." Song Fusheng frowned: "This is all a good thing, the two families mix water, our mule drinks other people's water, you hurry up and bring a basin, pick a bigger basin." Brother Guo's family has a large population, so he just doesn't cook, he only boils water and saves it for a pot to drink on the way tomorrow, don't be stingy. ”

Sister-in-law Guo gratefully nodded to Song Fusheng, and said to Mrs. Ma: "Auntie, how can we cook porridge, the water is not enough." It's just that it's true that as the three brothers said, they have to boil water for a drink. ”