The livestock can still eat grass and drink water properly, feed the best forage, feed clean water, and have to be coaxed when they are tired, and they dare not treat them badly at all.

Count on them to carry goods and people.

To put it mildly, they are more precious than human life at this time.

Song Fusheng and his gang walked for more than 11 hours from going down the mountain at about 4 o'clock in the morning to 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

After a few hours of rest, they were able to sit on the ground and rest.

When the animals were fed and drunk, they had to follow.

Cattle can have a good meal, they can't do it.

Although the rain is not so heavy, it is useless to bury the pot and make rice.

Once the pot is buried, more than a dozen families will have to make it bigger, and they can't give those refugees a bite to eat, so they can't be stimulated.

Even if you eat, you have to avoid it.

How to eat dry food, when the animals rested, they were in a group, surrounded by a broken mat to pee, and at the same time to bite the gluttony.

In addition, at the beginning of the mountain, when they did not descend the mountain, the women raised the question of how to go to the toilet, saying that they should put a wooden bucket on the bullock cart and mule cart and put it on the cart.

Song Fusheng, as the captain, frowned and gave them a lesson, you are not a young grandmother from a big family, an old farmer, or an old farmer who fled the famine, what do you pay attention to.

The women said that we are farmers, we are also women, so many people on the road look at it, it is not good-looking, squatting on the ground, I can't stand it.

Song Fusheng: Who is rare to look at you!

That's it, it was suppressed at the beginning, and the toilet problem all the way down is convenient to see where it is pleasing to the eye, and eat by the way when it is convenient.

It's been lucky, though.

The old ladies were fortunate that they had a good nephew, Song Fusheng, who made charcoal, which could be used to boil some hot water on the ox cart and mule cart.

The dry food steamed at night is not difficult to swallow, at least it will not be choked, and the stomach will be hot.

If there is really that hypocritical baby, who can't swallow it without salt, let them take a look at the refugees who follow in front of them and behind them, and they can eat the fragrance of those people's miserable appearance.

The previous majestic youth group, after walking for more than ten hours, was also a little overwhelmed, and all the weapons in their hands became crutches.

Gao Tietou asked: "Third uncle, how many miles have we walked?" I feel more tired than I used to go back and forth to town. ”

His third uncle is also tired, and his third uncle Song is using the marathon spirit as a pillar, but the whole person is already a little bad, his knees are weak and his legs are fluttering. I thought to myself, no wonder the ancients had a short lifespan, and he also had a short life, and he had to suffer from synovitis first.

"It's more than 40,000 steps, almost forty miles."

"Then how long will we have to go, third uncle, until it gets dark?"

Song Fusheng shook his head: "When you go to the mule cows, you can't stand it, and we will rest if they are completely rested." They can carry these things for sixty miles, the limit. Look at the day before, the clouds drifting on that side are clear, try to go to that side, we can also bask in the dampness of this body, and lie in the open air at night and sleep without sin. ”

After speaking, Song Fusheng picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked ahead, the vast barren road, and the scene in the telescope was: There are also many refugees in front, sparsely scattered, three-five-one, two-by-two.

There was not even a shadow of a town ahead, let alone a sharp inn.

No wonder my brother-in-law said before that this road is only taken by salt dealers and the like who don't want to die, and it is not uncommon for officials to come here to arrest people, and there is no place to rest, it is too desolate.

Song Fusheng pointed the telescope at the direction of the mountain not far away. He always remembered that his brother-in-law said that there were bandits here.

I hope that the bandits used to be bandits to rob the rich and help the poor, and now I can feel that they are so miserable, and it is not as good as hunting to rob them, so don't come down and rob them.

Pointing to the mountain: "Avoid this mountain too, a few miles away from it, let's rest." ”

Turning his head and shouting at the lobby brother: "First-level alert!" ”

Song Fulu immediately erected a stick with a fluttering red rope in the air, which was the meaning of first-level alert. When you get to the vicinity of a bandit, you have to be on guard.

It's a pity that it's a slap in the face, and before everyone can react, the team is broken up by the refugees.

"I robbed it!"

"Give me a dry ration!"

"I beg you, pay me back, my father is going to starve to death, so it's hard to grab it."

Crying and shouting, suddenly chaos.

The bamboo tube with warm water in Mrs. Wang's hand was robbed, and the burden in her arms also fell, and the dry food inside was scattered.

The reason is that Mrs. Wang sent back her kindness.