"What the lady said is true."

Yanfu stepped forward, he was older, his voice was strong, and although he didn't speak often, he had a convincing timbre as soon as he spoke.

"Yesterday, when I was exploring the road, I saw the smoke of the village in the northwest, so I might as well replenish some water there. The village is small, and it is difficult to find the enemy for a while. ”

Yang Zhaoquan thought for a moment, nodded his chin, and agreed. He turned around, didn't look at Qin Shumei, took the package, and walked to the northwest on his own.

This golden thigh is good-looking and strong, but the three views are not correct!

"Go to the village, can Yanji's injuries be cured?" According to common sense, the medical conditions in the big city will be better than in this small village.

"Lady, it's okay, I've been solid since I was a child, this little injury, just apply some medicine."

Seeing that Yang Zhaoquan was far away, Yanji hurriedly picked up the conversation, his face turned red, and he didn't know whether he was burned or ashamed.

After getting along in the past two days, the three of them all knew that Qin Shumei had no fight, although she was the daughter of a high-ranking family, she took great care of them and was kind to them, just like the little sister next door.

"If you don't get hurt when you work, you can't go to see Lang Zhong every time. The old people in the village know how to heal their injuries, and they are better than a few of us. ”

Because he was talking to Qin Shumei, Yanfu didn't stiffen his face anymore, his expression involuntarily softened, and his tone was much softer.

Opening the system interface, Qin Shumei obediently added the sky-high price of "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" to the shopping cart. Sure enough, medical skills are the most practical skills for traversing. The food was not delicious, and he could still make up his stomach to fill his stomach alive, but he was seriously injured, and he couldn't survive for two days.

The road under your feet is gradually flat and open, looking up, you can see the grass and trees under the green hills, the farmhouses are dotted in the middle, a clear stream passes through the village, and the neat cultivated fields are scattered around the village, and the end is a quiet and good appearance.

Ignoring the blood blisters on his toes, his hungry belly, and his unkempt outfit, Qin Shumei felt as if he was walking on the way to the farmhouse.

"Yanchang, do you say there are fish in this river?"

She hadn't seen meat in days, and her eyes were about to eat wild vegetables and eat green. At first, the dough cake was quite delicious, a little hot, a little noisy, chewed in the mouth, and with the sweet taste of wheat.

But after a few days, the dough has become hard and toothy, not to mention, and under the blessing of the summer temperature, it exudes a smell of not freshness. Every time Qin Shumei bit it, he felt that he was eating a flavorful brick.

Now that she is going to enter the village, she doesn't want to have a master's chickens, ducks and pigs, so it's still okay to eat a fish without an owner, right?

"Yes." Yanchang scratched his head. The lady asked strangely, there are no fish in the river, is there still a big fat pig?

"Brother Silly Chang, the lady wants to eat fish!"

Yanji laughed, and took the arm that he had taken and stabbed Yanchang. Most of the girls are thin-skinned, so they are embarrassed to say that their minds are eating, and Brother Yanchang doesn't understand his daughter's mind too much.

Yanchang is not a fool either, listening to Yanji's clarity, he looked at Qin Shumei with a suddenly realized expression.

Qin Shumei's purpose was pierced by Yanji, and he pouted a little embarrassedly. Rolled his eyes a little in disgust.

"Yes, yes, I want to eat fish. Yanji, I think you're healed, and you still have the strength to joke! ”

"Don't be angry, lady, it's not good. Eh, my arm hurts. Yanji was a little embarrassed when he saw Qin Shumei, and hurriedly put on the posture of a wounded soldier, shouting more jubilant than when he was first injured.

"Come on, save your energy, don't scream."

Seeing that Yanji was still amusing himself with white lips, Qin Shumei was amused and sad at the same time, and couldn't help but want to reach out and rub the child's head to express his kindness and comfort.

Yang Zhaoquan heard the jubilation and excitement behind him, and couldn't help but look back to see what these people were doing.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Qin Shumei's white and soft little hands on the top of Yanji's black and dense head, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant.

A few people watched him turn his head, hurry up and silence the silence, and stand up. It perfectly reproduces the scene of the elementary school homeroom teacher entering the classroom.

Qin Shumei also felt his sharp eye knife, and quickly withdrew his hand from the top of Yanji's head, unconsciously biting his lower lip, and putting both hands behind his back.

"After a while, when we entered the village, they said that we were fleeing the famine, and we didn't mention anything else."

"Yang Wu." Yang Zhaoquan pointed at himself with a cold face.

"Sister-in-law Qin." He pointed at Qin Shumei, bit the accent on the word "sister-in-law", and didn't look at her, but glanced at Yanji, Yanchang and Yanfu respectively. Seeing that the three of them nodded frequently, they withdrew their gaze.

Although this village is only three or four days' walk from the capital, it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, the terrain is remote, and it is not a traffic artery, so it is rarely visited by outsiders.

The people in the field saw that there were four young adults, plus a little girl, all of them looked up and watched, and some people simply went up to the ridge of the field to facilitate the exchange of heads and ears with acquaintances.

As a serious city person, although Qin Shumei is diligent, he does not distinguish between grains and grains, and has infinite curiosity about the crops growing in the fields.

The yellow ears of wheat in the field grow happily, and the plump grains glow golden and dazzling in the sunlight. Even it is not inferior to gold. Qin Shumei was overjoyed when she saw it, and couldn't help but want to touch these ears of wheat with her hand, as soon as she made a gesture of raising her hand, Yang Zhaoquan pressed his arm.

"Don't touch it, these wheat are the life of the peasants." He pulled Qin Shumei to the other side to prevent her from trying to touch the ears of wheat again.

When they actually walked to the entrance of the village, the people in the field had already returned to the village to report the letter, and there were people waiting for them at the entrance of the village.

"What do you guys do?" The questioner was a strong middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking at the group of suspicious elements, as if they were here to rob money.

"Big brother, our village has encountered a disaster, and I wanted to go to the city, but my little brother's arm was injured again, and he was thirsty and hungry, and he wanted to rest in your village, I don't know if it can be convenient?"

Yang Zhaoquan couldn't open his mouth to the civilians, Yanfu had a straight face all the year round, and Yanji was young and injured, so Qin Shumei couldn't help but look like the four men were too cowardly. Choosing to choose, it is most appropriate for Yanchang to come forward and say this.

The middle-aged man repeatedly looked at several people from head to toe, almost thinking of himself as a humanoid lie detector, but this group of people looked even more homeless than the homeless, and he couldn't find any flaws.

After two days of crawling and rolling in the field, several people's coats had already been thrown in the middle because they were tattered and lost their proper function. Even Qin Shumei, who was a daughter, was only wearing underwear that couldn't see the original color, pitifully sandwiched between the four old men.

It goes without saying how messy the hair is and how dirty the face is. The worst thing is that these people's lips are chapped and bleeding, and the middle-aged man stands closer, and he can even hear their stomachs drumming with hunger.

Seeing these people, the middle-aged man felt his warm stomach and stomach, and the comfortable and clean clothes on his feet, and felt that he was living a fairy-like life.

In this way, they do look like farmers who have been affected by the disaster, but they are really not like the fierce people who rob money.

With contrast, there is happiness, and with happiness, there is compassion. The middle-aged man waved his big hand like a fan, and his expression became kind.

"I'm thirsty here, it's pitiful, go to my house first, and let my mother-in-law pour you a bowl of water to drink."