The Song family's exiles this time are mostly men, and there are only a few women.

Cooking was enough, they had already finished their breakfast and made dry food for lunch.

Compared with the refugees who fled the famine, their group of exiles lived a fairy life.

Everyone is very active in the road, eager to grow a pair of wings and fly directly to Youzhou Muddy Town.

Chu Lixuan and Jiang Xinyan felt a little better when they saw their positive performance.

"Big brother and sister-in-law hurried over to eat, and they all finished eating."

Chu Lixiang saw his eldest brother and sister-in-law, and happily urged them.

"Yo! Brother Xiang is so active in wanting to open up wasteland and farm! ”

Jiang Xinyan joked about this cute cute baby, along the way, he performed the best.

She has two preferences for Chu Lixiang, and Chu Lixuan is not satisfied! Twisted her face to prevent her from looking at her little brother.

This vinegar jar is flying all over the sky, even the vinegar of an eight-year-old child is eaten, Jiang Xinyan deeply despises men.

Chu Lixiang smirked, and now he was not afraid of his eldest brother glaring at him.

As soon as he got up in the morning, he smelled the aroma of food, and when he was happy, he saw Song Mingjiang at the gate of their yard.

"Brother Song, why are you so early? Did you have breakfast? My eldest sister did a good job. ”

"Brother Xiang, you eat slowly, my clan and I have already eaten, just wait for everyone to set off together."

Two people, not three people, and Chu Lizheng, chattering.

Seeing Chu Lixuan and his wife come out, Chu Lixiang happily came over to urge them to have breakfast.

The breakfast of the Chu family is white rice porridge with scallion pancakes, green onions, which are naturally grown by Chu Lixuan and his wife.

Although Song Mingjiang was full, he still swallowed saliva, and the aunt in his clan made flour into steamed buns.

Although it is also delicious, it is still 108,000 miles away from scallion pancakes.

Chu Lixiang handed Song Mingjiang a scallion pancake, and Song Mingjiang took it with a blushing face, wanting to go back to their hut to eat.

When he walked out of the gate of the courtyard, he saw a large group of people waiting outside, and Song Mingjiang was even more at a loss.

The ten-year-old child quickly handed the scallion pancake to the elder.

The old Song clan tore open the scallion pancake with thin hands, ate a small half by himself, and stuffed more than half into Song Mingjiang's hands.

Song Mingjiang saw that the clan elder had eaten, so he lowered his head and ate the scallion pancake in his hand.

It was so fragrant that he couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance, so he could only eat it.

Jiang Xinyan took all this into her eyes, and she felt that the old Song clan was doing this very well.

The Chu family quickly finished breakfast, and everyone walked on the official road together.

The officials don't bang the gong anymore, they want to go slower, slower!

Zhao Yu got the secret book of martial arts, and he practiced so much that he forgot to sleep and eat, and he didn't know where to hide to practice.

The three Jinyi guards ate with the Chu family, and they also walked next to their team on the way.

On the way, he met refugees fleeing from the famine, and now there was no shortage of water, so Chu Lixuan called Jinyiwei to send them some semolina and seeds.

Tell them not to wander around anymore, to settle down in place, and to plant the seeds and eat them soon.

The refugees who fled the famine looked at the food, their eyes were full of tears, and they knelt down on the spot and kowtowed to thank them, "God open your eyes!" The official is so good. ”

The officials didn't dare to say anything about Zhennanhou, no matter how stupid they were, they also knew that they couldn't talk nonsense.

There is no post station for officials to enter, so there is no news from the imperial court, if it were not for the grain waiting in the south of the town.

They had starved to death on the road, and now they were shorter than the exiles.

Because Zhennanhou is a wanderer, other exiles are proud.

All of them held their heads high, and their faces were clearly written, I am a prisoner and I am proud!