There are some things, until the last step, there is always hope in the heart.

Although they live in the mountains these days and have taken the first step, everyone seems to have chosen to flee, but they still think about the possibility that they can still go home.

There are some things, if they hadn't seen them with their own eyes or heard them told by others, these dozen or so men would not have fully realized what Song Fusheng had saved them.

The old man said: There was no news at all before, and suddenly it was like this.

But Song Fusheng grasped the news as soon as possible, and he exchanged the life of his father-in-law's family for it. After learning about it, he didn't just run away in a hurry, and told the people in the village the news of such a life-saving life, benevolence and righteousness.

If they hadn't known these in advance, how could they have brought out so many belongings, and they would probably be like these numb people walking in the rain, just carrying a burden and bringing three or five catties of dry food. Perhaps, he was killed by the thieves who suddenly rushed into the courtyard to rob him.

At this time, go up the mountain again, not to mention the Gao family, the Wang family, the Guo family and the Li Zheng family, who are already good friends with Song Fusheng, and Song Fulu, the lobby brother of Song Fusheng's uncle's family, the more he thinks about it, the more afraid he becomes, and the more he is afraid, the more grateful he is to his third cousin Song Fusheng.

the long-standing dispute over the cow; Before his grandfather closed his eyes, he still thought about Song Fusheng's partiality in the second room, and there was no big house in his eyes, and he didn't have a word of entrustment for their same sons and grandsons, and his mouth was full of Song Fusheng.

And why Song Fusheng is the only scholar in the old Song family, and his jealousy for his third cousin every time he returns to the village to show a good life, all of the above is not so important in front of human life.

Song Fulu's heartfelt words at this time: This time, third cousin, thank you.

Silence, when I climbed the mountain in the dark and went back, everyone was silent all the way.

Song Fusheng's heart was also heavy.

When they were drenched in rain and rushed back to the cave with a foot of mud and frost, they took the ginger soup handed over by their families, and they didn't know how to speak when they saw their family's faces full of anticipation.

Half an hour later, the caves and shelters were filled with the cries of women.

Li Xiu cried that Zhao Fugui was gone, how would she and the son in her arms live.

Song Fusheng's eldest aunt cried for her second son.

The second son had to go to the next village to pick up the big-bellied mother-in-law, and there has been no news so far.

Song Fusheng's sister-in-law, He, and most of the young women were crying at their mother's house.

I was in a hurry to leave, and I didn't deliver a letter.

If the nearby villages are also like what the old man told about the city, and the officers and soldiers in the city are all slaughtered, the village can be imagined. Will they never see their mother's family again? They blame themselves for knowing in advance but not being able to do anything about it.

The women wept and murmured, Daddy, Mother, brother.

The cry was heart-wrenching.

Even Zhu, who has no feelings for her mother's family, wiped her tears, she has always had no feelings for her mother's family, and she was tortured in her mother's family when she was a girl.

The old ladies also cried.

Where you have lived for decades, who has few relatives.

The eldest sister-in-law, the younger sister-in-law, the aunt and grandmother, the brothers in the next room, imagined that they might never see each other again, and there was this troubled world, and they didn't know what to do next, so they felt a faint pain in their hearts.

In such an atmosphere, Qian Peiying and Song Fuling also followed the tears.

Qian Mi put his arms around Qian Peiying's neck and silently shed tears, and only when she heard it close could she hear the five-year-old baby whispering: grandfather, father, mother.

The child hasn't cried these days, it's not that he has forgotten it, it's a five-year-old villain who learns to be strong and not to cause trouble for adults.

Song Li was in the shelter, crying in front of more than a dozen men.

There are 152 households in the village, and only the 14 households on the mountain can confirm their safety, and there is a Zhao Fugui in the 14 households, which is equivalent to 13 families. More than 100 other families did not know whether they were alive or dead.

You can't go back to the village, you can't go back, and you have to go down the mountain as soon as possible.

Yes, as soon as possible, it is better to leave than in the rain.

Sometimes treacherous and cunning is also a compliment.

Song Lizheng belongs to the old and experienced. After he specially asked Song Fusheng and others a lot of details, he pondered it.

The city is broken, the new king is alternate, the new king will order his subordinates to slaughter the previous county commanders and officials, and hang the city to demonstrate, that is the attitude of the new king, do not care about the life and death of the people here.

If you have to take care of it, you won't let more refugees rush in.

And if they don't rob this place, they won't have a good time. Just look at this year's harvest, and every family is already living a difficult life.

Everybody has no food to drink, and there is no food in this place, so they will move on to the next place.

Therefore, the further back it goes, the less optimistic the situation becomes. The more refugees are behind, the more penniless they are, those who dare to go barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, and they dare to go out and play with their lives for their lives.

Now, listening to these dozen boys come back, although the people on the road are also miserable, most of them should be people who have escaped from the town and the city. or have no choice but to go to their relatives and no longer beg for a living in this chaotic city, or they are afraid of being killed by the rebels and being impacted by the fleeing people.

It's safer to be in such a crowd than in the back of the refugees who are even more miserable.

What's more, the most important point is that since you can't turn back, and returning to the village is the life of being slaughtered or robbed by the gang, it is better to leave early.

One more day on this mountain is one less day of food. Don't run out of food before you make it to the next city, that's the worst.

Song Li made up his mind and took a deep breath and stood up.

When he reappeared in front of the old and young masters, he shouted slogans to everyone.

Roughly speaking:

One, it's useless to cry, if crying is useful, he can cry more evil than anyone else. Accept the reality, accept it, wipe away your tears, and face it calmly.

Second, our goal is to protect our families, food, and survival. Only by surviving can we go to a new place and build a new home, so that our children and grandchildren can take root.

Three, we're leaving, but we can't go like this. Our dozen or so families must be twisted into a rope. Can you all twist into a rope?!

That night, everyone stopped working and went to bed early.

That's right, good sleep, one by one can only sleep on the side, it is really a good rest at the moment, and it is already rare.

That night, Song Lizheng, who has always been able to hide from his life, silently found a place in the mountains with good feng shui in his eyes.

In the heavy rain, the old man personally dug up a big dirt bag with a spade after spade, and inserted a wooden sign on the dirt bag. The wooden plaque reads: the name of the village, how many big surnames in the village, and how many families there used to be in the village behind this mountain.

At the same time, late this night, Song Fusheng said ashamedly in Qian Peiying's ear: "I peed my pants, can you smell it?" ”

Qian Peiying found Song Fusheng's hand, interlocked her fingers, and comforted him in her ear:

If I change me, I have to scare my pants, really, Old Song.

We are from a good society, except for the death of the old man in the family, how can we have the opportunity to see the dead, not to mention that the dead man's head suddenly fell off, and the bubble was bladderd, and everyone had to be scared to pee.

How can they be like the ancients, in this troubled world, carrying it. We are different from them, the place where we used to live was peaceful, cold and cold, Lao Song, you are already very powerful.

Qian Peiying said again: "Let's go quietly, I'll find you a new set to replace it." ”

Lao Song refused: "I'm a deserter, and my urine and vinegar smell are very good, and I've already dried up." ”

The next morning, everyone was about to set off, and Song Fusheng, who smelled of urine, was startled as soon as he got off the tree.

Thirty-seven men said to him: "Fusheng, we will listen to you in the future, how do you go, which one is the head, which one is the queen." ”

Song Fusheng glanced at the thirty-seven people, at Li Zhengye, who was smiling at him beside them, and then squinted at the crowd of shadows.

He knew that the total number of the crowd was 158, including teenagers and half-grown children, old people, women, and children.

Their young and strong laborers, who were less than forty, were guarding the one hundred and fifty-eight.

Song Fusheng said: "Since everyone wants to listen to me, then my first instruction is: You remember, after going down the mountain, being robbed is robbing everyone, and do it with him!" ”