Qiao Huaping filled a bowl of chicken soup by himself, squatted in the courtyard, and happily ate it with a bowl.

At the moment of nibbling on the chicken legs, Qiao Huaping glanced at the four children who were still staring at her silently, and was amused: "Why, don't tell me, I will have to treat you to every meal in the future?" Eat quickly, eat quickly. ”

She raised the chicken leg in her hand, "I have to do a lot of work tomorrow, and physical strength is necessary, so I won't be polite to you with this chicken leg." If you don't eat it, the rest of the chicken leg will be gone. ”

Mei Qingyu was silent for a while, took the initiative to get the bowl, served a bowl to Mei Qingying first, and scooped the remaining big chicken leg into Mei Qingying's bowl.

Mei Qingying pushed the small bowl: "Yingying, don't." Give, brother, eat. ”

Mei Qingyu coaxed Mei Qingying: "Little sister, you have to eat this to grow your strength, you have to walk a long, long way tomorrow, what if you get sick?" ”

Mei Qingying tilted her little head and thought about it, she didn't want to be a burden to her three elder brothers, so she reached out and took the bowl.

The chicken soup was so fragrant that the little girl couldn't hold back when she took the bowl and drank a big sip directly.

It was still a little hot, but the little girl still had a satisfied smile on her face: "It's delicious!" Brother, drink too! ”

The three boys couldn't help grinning, and then continued to serve chicken soup.

Qiao Huaping watched from the side, and couldn't help but snort, but she didn't pay attention, and a shallow smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

This pot of chicken soup, one big and four small, was eaten cleanly, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left.

At night, when they went to bed, the four children huddled on the broken kang made of straw and whispered, "That woman doesn't look the same anymore." ”

"She also cooks chicken soup for us to drink. The chicken soup is so delicious! ”

"I don't know what she's up to the point, when Ming'er goes on the road, we must be careful, she can run if she wants, it doesn't matter, but she can't be allowed to take the food away." Mei Qingyu said in a low voice.

The remaining three children all nodded in unison.

Today is really a lot of experience, the four children snuggled up to each other, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, according to the time mentioned by the village chief, Qiao Huaping and the four children gathered at the entrance of the village with their packed luggage.

Although there is space for Qiao's painting screen, if some things are not brought with him, others will definitely be suspicious when they see them.

Therefore, Qiao Huaping packed the linoleum cloth, several people's covers, pots and pans, and some scattered daily necessities into a bag and put them on the small cart at home.

Her bow was behind her back, and the bowstring was also secured, and it was a strong cow tendon - she went to the villager's house at the foot of the mountain overnight last night and spent eighteen yuan to buy it.

At this time, the copper plate on Qiao Huaping's body was only five cents left.

Qiao Huaping has a bad reputation in the village, and most of the people who look at her are disdainful.

Qiao Huaping naturally didn't care.

The village where she lives is called Liujin Village. The village is not big or small, about 100 households, a total of 5 or 600 people, a huge team.

In the nearby three-day walk, many people are very familiar with each other, and the village chief did not let people go out to explore the way, and when everyone was ready, he said that all the big people are from the same village, and they should help each other and get through this difficult time together, and then set off with people.

The villagers dragged their families and helped the young, their bodies were full of burdens, and the carts were full of things, forming a long queue to escape the famine.

This long escape team winds the mountain road of nearly half a mountain.

You can't see the end from the beginning.

Qiao Huaping pushed a small cart, and the four children were also carrying things on their backs, even the youngest Mei Qingying also carried a few of her patched clothes and a buckwheat pillow she usually used.

The small half bag of brown rice left by the Mei family, the children did not dare to put the family's last ration on the cart, and it was carried by Mei Qingyao.

Although he was only eight years old, he was stronger than some adults.

After walking for only half an hour, Qiao Huaping suddenly opened his mouth with Mei Qingyao: "Yaoyao." ”

Mei Qingyao shuddered.

Qiao Huaping didn't care, and beckoned him: "You come here, push the small cart, I remember that something has fallen at home, I'll go back and get it." ”

That's what the hell believes!

The two thatched huts were all just a little stuff, and when they came out before, they couldn't wait to dig three feet into the ground and bring everything they could use, where did the "things fall" come from at this time?

A few children only wanted to run away when Qiao painted the screen.

Mei Qingyao looked at Mei Qingyu and waited for him to come up with an idea.

Mei Qingyu had long expected that Qiao Huaping might run, and he was not surprised.

"Let her go."

Mei Qingyu said to Mei Qingyao.

Mei Qingyao nodded, and said in a rough voice: "If you want to go, hurry up!" "Took the cart in Qiao Huaping's hand.

Qiao Huaping didn't explain much, and quickly turned around and ran towards Liujin Village.

When the villagers saw this scene, they all shook their heads: "Qiao's really lost his conscience!" ”

"Pitiful, a few children of the Mei family, no adult to take care of them, how can they survive."

"Hey, in the war years, who is not pitiful. I can only look at God! ”

Qiao Huaping's five senses were strengthened by the water droplets flowing from the stalactite, and when he ran past, he heard these discussions in his ears, and he didn't take it seriously.

She soon returned to the deserted village of Liujin.

The people in the village have moved away, and even killed the chickens and ducks raised at home, and Liujin Village at this time is as quiet as a dead village.

The dead village is a dead village, and there are always some things that can't be taken away.

Qiao Huaping is here for these things.

There is no way to do it, the original owner sold her belongings to subsidize her mother's family, and she is about to escape the famine, and she doesn't have anything to bring more.

Qiao Huaping searched door to door.

I have to say that having a space is cool.

But all of the things that Qiao felt could be used were all received in the space.

Like a shovel, a hoe, an axe, and even a plow. Many of the tools that were dropped because they were too heavy, Qiao Huaping was refreshed.

Even, in a certain large family, Qiao Huaping still found a small half bag of grain in their cellar!

It seems that there are too many things in other people, and they really can't take them away.

Qiao Huaping was not polite, for convenience, he even directly used other people's stoves and an iron pot turned out from other people's houses, and spread this small half bag of grain into more than thirty steaming cakes, all of which were received in the space.

A dustpan that can't be taken away from the yard? Harvest!

Unfinished vegetables in the garden? Harvest!

Hey, the pig sellers in this village didn't take away a lot of bones with meat?

The family that sells tofu has a large piece of tofu left in the yard?

If Qiao Huaping doesn't care about these things, won't they all have to be moldy and stinky in the yard?

Shame on wasting!

Collect, collect, collect!

Qiao Huaping has no burden in his heart, and he is very happy to collect it in the space!