The dogs watched Wang Tiezhu run away, and they couldn't react for a while, especially Wang Qian's family.

[How is this different from what she thinks!] 】

In the past, no matter how dissatisfied she was, she would quarrel with her, which attracted onlookers from the village, and everyone pointed the finger at the old Wang family and blamed her.

[But why is this still running!] 】

"Rotten slut, I really think your trick still works, so don't get up and push the cart quickly."

Lao Wang saw that her family was abandoned by the villagers, and jumped off the rack car with rattan hands and feet.

The wind rushed in front of Wang Qian's family, the rattan in his hand whined, and Wang Stuffy Stick silently pulled the cart forward.

He has long been accustomed to the fights that are staged at home every day, and it will not affect his eating and sleeping anyway.

…

The town official, who was embarrassed to go out for a few days, finally got a chance to go out and let off steam, and he was itching to go to his old friend's house for comfort.

In the early morning streets, the breeze blows through a few fallen leaves, bringing a clear smell of blood.

The townman's nose twitched, and he sniffed vigorously in the wind, and was sure again that it was blood.

The unusually deserted town gave him a strange feeling, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

"Ah~phew~"

The town official spit out a mouthful of grievances in his heart, thinking that he could be regarded as a ten-grade official, but he was crushed to death by two tigresses in the family.

A turbulent old heart, how can he be willing to be suppressed by a woman, he always has to find some sense of existence outside.

As soon as he thought of the gentle widow Wen, the townman's mind came alive again, and he looked around like a thief.

For fear of being found out and then informing, if he finds out who is informing, he must kill his entire family.

"Hizz~"

The pace was a little too big for a while, and it was a sore spot in the buttocks, and the crooked-mouthed townsman had to slow down.

With his hands behind his back, he swayed and swayed with figure-eight steps, dodging under the eaves.

"Quack~squeak!"

The wooden door leaning against him creaked open, and the townsman, who had no time to react, leaned back into the shop.

The fat body, whose body couldn't keep up with the reaction, smashed up the choking dust with a 'boom'.

"Alas! Damn the Zhu grain store!

The door of your house broke the master, and you have to pay a load of food. ”

The buttocks of the board fell to the ground firmly, and the pain made the townsman inhale cold air, but it did not delay him in asking for compensation.

"Squeak ~ Squeak"

The only responses were rats looking for food, and the town officials who were lying on the ground trying to be helped, but they didn't get a response for a long time.

I wanted to open my mouth to curse, but I realized that something was wrong.

Because in the past, there was no jar for grain in the store, and even the counter was gone.

The townsman crawled up with a skull, only to see that the entire grain store was empty, and the smashed counter was quietly leaning against the corner.

With his mouth wide open, as if mocking his self-righteousness.

…

"Dirt...... Earth...... Brigand...... Ransack! ”

The townsman suddenly thought of the smell of blood he had smelled before, and his whole body trembled like chaff, wishing that he had not appeared.

Crawling slowly on all fours, he didn't even think of going into the back room to take a look.

At the moment of life and death, it is still your own life that matters.

The townsman who climbed out of the grain store looked around cautiously, got up and ran home.

The fat body was tossed upside down at an unprecedented speed, and the fallen leaves were rolled up everywhere it passed.

What kind of thinking about the life and death of the people in the town, that is not at all.

At this time, the town official only hated his father and mother for giving him two legs.

The birds that landed on the rooftops, chirping and laughing at the ridiculous performance of the townsman, spread their wings and flew into the mountains.

…

As the sun set, the group set up camp near a water source.

The golden eagle family in charge of exploring the way threw down four hares and landed on the roof of Ziyu's carriage, grooming each other's feathers.

Those who have been on a journey for a day are busy cooking on the fire when they rest.

Ziyu, who had seen second-hand leather art at noon, resolutely didn't want a few of them to cook, not to mention the degree of hygiene.

The porridge boiled out is raw, and there is a strong mushy smell.

The dough of the pancakes on the kang is so black that you can't see any color, but the inside is still raw.

Letting seven goods cook is a waste of food, and Ziyu and Libai can't even speak.

At noon, I still borrowed a carriage and took out a box of snacks.

The raw porridge and bread were cleaned by the skin, and even the paste pot at the bottom of the porridge was eaten.

I just didn't drink the shabu-shabu water, and the wild vegetables sent by others were boiled and eaten after just rolling in the water.

Li Bai Mingyan let the seven people only be responsible for their own food, and Ziyu and his food would do it themselves.

No, as soon as he rested, he busily took out pots and bowls and buckets from the carriage, washed his hands and began to stuff his meal.

…

Pi Er, who knew that he was not good at cooking, took the initiative to untie the horses and go to the lower reaches of the creek to shabu the horses, and when he saw four hares on the ground, he asked for instructions.

"Childe, the small ones will be skinned to ensure that they are cleaned."

"Take it and clean it, just send two back, don't have internal organs." is bored with rice, and he doesn't raise his head to the tunnel.

"Okay, promise to go and come back quickly, Dunzi come over!"

The called pier ran over to lead the horse and went downstream with Pi Er.

People who are busy cooking dinner, although they are hungry for rabbit meat, no one has the cheekiness to come forward to ask for it.

Before they left the village, they were told over and over again by the village chief and the elders of the village that no matter how big or small they were, they should not go to the noble son to ask for food.

It is already the kindness of the noble son who is willing to take them all the way, and if you annoy people, beware of your life.

The origin of the fifty carriages has spread throughout the large ranks, and this rumor makes people even more afraid to show off in front of Ziyu and Libai.

Hiding from the eyes of the two of them is both respectful and afraid.

Ziyu, who was holding a clay basin and was in charge of stirring the egg liquid, was inspecting what everyone was doing to eat.

Pancakes are indispensable, because the weather is hot at noon, many people are reluctant to make a fire to cook, and they all eat the cakes baked on the first day, even Ziyu and Libai.

In the hot weather, it is easy to get rancid after eating overnight, which is very easy for farmers who are reluctant to waste food.

Many people are reluctant to throw it away, and they will continue to eat, and people with bad stomach are very prone to illness.

There is not even a serious Lang Zhong in the team, some are just old men who know herbal medicine, and they can only watch a little headache and brain fever.

Ziyu's advice to them was to prepare only one day's food when they rested in the evening.

…

Ziyu's people who came out of the village had more or less one or two iron pots or clay pots.

Although it is incomplete, it is also a pot, and it is not a problem to cook porridge and pancakes.

When she walked up to a group with an injury number, she saw only a broken jar boiling porridge.

There is obviously no staple food in the tumbling porridge, and most of them are mainly rhizomes, which look like unripe sweet potato roots.

Ziyu glanced at it quietly, this squad of the old, weak, sick and disabled.