Yan Laoer's propaganda was very effective.
The people who were still reluctant to give up took out the few remaining horse meat jerky and boiled a pot of hot soup. The dried meat had a salty taste and all melted into the soup. A mouthful of broth and a mouthful of steamed buns, everyone ate deliciously.
A gust of wind blew away the sweltering heat.
This cool wind came from the direction they wanted to go.
Accompanied by this cool breeze, Li Xuemei closed her eyes comfortably and stood in the shade of the tree, letting the bright sunshine hit her body and face. She only felt warm and comfortable, without the irritating heat.
Yan Laoer came over with a smile and said, "Daughter-in-law, this place is good. There are trees for shade. It's also close to the wind. When the breeze blows, it's cool. Our hens have been doing so well recently. They lay eggs every three days. It's really cool."
What a good chicken. It's more promising today. It laid three eggs. You'll suffer a little loss today. Eat one and a half, and share the rest with their three children. Look, your daughter is so greedy. They've all been divided for you. Here, while it's hot.
Call and eat.”
Li Xuemei opened her eyes and looked at the tender boiled eggs, feeling warm in her heart.
Why did the hens at home not delay laying eggs? They knew very well that they were all fed by Grandma Rong. Her own food, ahem, never mind how it was processed, and those little bugs hiding in hidden corners.
She prepared them as chicken rations, both in the shell and without the shell. The four hens gained weight before her eyes, and even their feathers were fluffy and shiny.
Not to mention Yan Laoer's eyes getting hot when looking at them, sometimes Li Xuemei would salivate when she saw them walking around in front of her eyes.
Very well raised!
Almost all the eggs she laid every day went into Li Xuemei's stomach.
She never gives in, and the love of her family is hidden in this little egg.
Yan Laoer watched her eat it, smiling happily.
"We will be able to settle down soon. I don't know if the house here is expensive or whether we can buy it. But it's okay. We can rent one first. According to my brother, I want to go to Yongning or Fucheng. That's not with us.
The same as the provincial capital? Haha, we moved from a small town to a big city..."
"Dad! Uncle called you over!" Yan Yu ran over in a gust of wind.
"What's going on?" Yan Laoer was a little unhappy to be interrupted midway. He hadn't finished thinking about it with his wife yet.
"I said I wanted to burn all the bamboo crossbows to avoid being found out, and our ox carts also have to go to the upper level, and the lower level also needs to be modified," Yan Yu said.
Li Xuemei pushed him and said, "Go and get busy."
Yan Laoer thought about it and realized that it really needed to be changed. His bullock cart was too eye-catching.
"Daughter, you go find your Uncle Qi Wu, I'll go there first."
…
"...There is nothing to be reluctant to do. We made this thing ourselves. We will do it again when we are safe and rare." Yan Laoer threw the recycled bamboo crossbows and bamboo arrows into a pile. Who has the stuff in his hands?
He knows best that those who refuse to pay will be named by him one by one.
"Hurry up, stop the ink stains, pack up and leave. Brothers, good times are waiting for us..."
When Yan Huaiwen saw that they had gathered them all, he quietly lit the torch.
The destroyed bamboo crossbow witnessed their transformation, and the breeze took away the smoke and the past they did not want others to know.
Qi Wu removed the entire upper deck of the oxcart, and restored the guardrails, bed boards, and columns to their original, simple appearance.
The two-wheelers that continue behind the lower level are removed...
After a lot of trouble, the Yan family's "luxury" ox cart was restored to its original appearance.
An unremarkable bullock cart.
The Yan family's belongings are piled up so much that there is no room for anyone to sit on them.
Yan Laoer smiled coquettishly.
I insist on not throwing anything away.
Yan Huaiwen sighed, turned his head and didn't want to look, and let himself work up and down. With the help of Qi Si, he tied everything tightly with hemp rope.
All the mule and donkey carts in the village, including those with higher heights and roofs, were demolished.
After removing the wooden planks, Yan Laoer rarely made a decisive decision.
"Burn it together with the bamboo crossbow. We can't take it with you. Also, the mats and wheat straws you laid on the carriage floor. If there's blood on them, bring them all over and burn them."
Since it is 'destroy the corpse and destroy all traces', it should be destroyed cleanly.
This is not over yet.
"By the way, take a look at each other's clothes and shoes. If there are any bloody spots... don't take them. Burn them all!" Yan Laoer gritted his teeth and said, "Don't feel bad. Go back to my place to pick them out."
Everyone was a little reluctant to give up, but when they saw that Yan Laoer was bleeding, they all laughed and looked through their clothes and straw sandals. If there were any marks on them, they threw them into the fire decisively, and then stood in front of Yan Laoer, smiling.
Wait.
Yan Laoer had a toothache and dug out some baggage. They put it on happily and tried to find it suitable before exchanging it with each other.
Although they are also old clothes, the feeling of picking and choosing is really good.
…
Cover up all the inappropriateness.
The group finally arrived at the pass at Beirong Tousuo in Guanzhou Prefecture.
"Who! Stop!"
"We are fleeing from famine. It is convenient for the military master to let us pass." Liang Manshan shouted loudly from a distance.
"You're here to escape? Why are there so many people?" Xiao Qi, who was on duty, was very nervous. Not only was this group of people large, they didn't look like small groups of refugees, and they also felt weird.
"Are these disaster victims? It doesn't look like they can't afford to eat." The person next to him muttered in a low voice.
Only then did Xiaoqi, who asked the question, react.
That's right! It's not like they haven't seen the victims before. They are all sallow and thin, with only a frame of bones left. Their clothes are empty, and they have to go closer to hear what they said clearly. It's not like they are answering.
People are full of energy.
It looks like... there's ink in the stomach?
"You go find the head, I'll keep an eye on them."
"OK!"
Xiaoqi shouted: "Stay where you are, don't come over!"
The guys stood obediently and communicated in low voices while the military master on the opposite side couldn't hear them because they were far away.
"Why are you still guarding us? Aren't all our bamboo crossbows burned? Do we have to burn the sticks as well?"
"It shouldn't be about the sticks. When we usually go to town, the gatekeeper doesn't say we can't take sticks."
"One place, one order, we just listen, we can do whatever we are told."
"Yes, yes, we all listen."
…
"The general banner is those people, said to be victims of the famine."
General Xue Qi frowned slightly when he saw so many people.
He shouted loudly and asked, "Where are you from?"
"Returning to Master Jun, we from Qishan Prefecture and Leshan Prefecture have household registration certificates." General Liang Manshan held up the register in his sleeve.
"Qishan? Leshan?" Mr. Xue Qi was surprised. "How did you end up here?"
"The official road from Leshan Prefecture to Guanzhou Prefecture is infested with bandits. I have no choice but to take a detour." Yan Huaiwen replied loudly.
Listening to the voice, General Xue Qi knew that this was another scholar.
"Come here, a few of you, and come forward to answer me." It's very laborious to shout back and forth.
The two brothers Yan Huaiwen, Liang Manshan, Village Chief Luo and Uncle An walked to the crenel.
This chapter has been completed!