"Mother, our dry food is gone." Old Mrs. Zhao's son, Zhao Jicheng, reminded his mother in a whisper, trying not to listen to the lively laughter of the gang of people downstream of the water source.

Their food was enough to eat the meal in front of them, and Mrs. Zhao also found out, and she had a gloomy face: "I didn't expect that in the end, I would have to go to the house surnamed Yang to buy food." ”

"Mother, we can save money, I'll go to the escort team, you ...... You can transplant thorn trees with those people. This can also be exchanged for food...... "Zhao Jicheng proposed in a low voice.

"What! How dangerous is the convoy, do you want to die? If you want to leave me alone, why is my life so miserable! Mrs. Zhao scolded her son's unfilial piety.

"Also, I'm all like that

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