He was half lying on the ground due to hunger, with a faint light in his dark eyes.

The light was like sparks, seeming to burn out and turn into ashes.

There are not many people who are dying of hunger like this...

Most of them wore dirty and black clothes, their hair was as messy and wild as the dead grass on the roadside, and the road was full of crying.

Yuntao closed the curtain of the carriage, her body trembling slightly.

Wan Hongmei patted her daughter on the back to relieve her tension.

"When I was a child, I lived in your grandparents' house and suffered from hunger. My grandma died of starvation. At that time, she couldn't even eat tree roots."

"They don't go looking for food in the mountains and are instead begging here. Tao'er, we can't save them, and we don't have enough to eat ourselves."

Hunger is one of the elements that must be experienced on the journey to escape. The people in the village are not so hungry yet, but it seems that such a situation is not far away.

When passing a cliff, Yuntao heard faint cries in the carriage.

It seems that there are old and young...

When I opened the curtain, I saw a grandfather and grandson standing on the cliff, tearing pages of books into the fire.

The old man has a stooped back and half-cropped hair. The figure of the child looks extremely small, no more than three or four years old.

The old man's cry was particularly sad and sad, "Xian'er, this world is too difficult..."

"You are still so young. Grandpa has no choice but to take you away."

"In the next life, you will be born into a good child, find a good family, and don't have to endure hardships like grandpa..."

The child's crying gradually became louder, and he was holding his grandfather's legs and crying until he was out of breath.

"grandfather……"

The grandfather and grandson walked towards the cliff, getting closer and closer, and they were about to jump down.

Yun Huachun drove a carriage closer and kept listening to the movements of the grandfather and grandson, and saw that something was wrong with this posture.

"Hongmei, come and hold the horse, I'll go rescue you!" Yun Huachun opened the curtain and said.

Wan Hongmei immediately jumped out, leading the horse and donkey in front of her.

Yun Huachun rushed over and pulled the old man back immediately.

"Ants can still live in an ignoble existence. Old man, I see you have so many books in your home and you are from a wealthy family. Why would you burn books to commit suicide?" Yun Huachun pulled the grandfather and grandson back to the roadside.

When people in the village saw Yun Huachun pass by, the motorcade also slowly stopped, and many people came to the side.

The little grandson was still crying in the old man's arms, out of breath, and seemed frightened.

The old man held Yun Huachun tightly and said with tears: "I took my grandson back to the pass to worship my ancestors, but who knew that the barbarians entered the pass and all the officials ran away."

"All the relatives and servants in the ancestral home are gone, except for me and my grandson."

"I am about to be buried in a coffin. I can't take my grandson with me, and I don't want to leave him to suffer alone in this world. I can only take him with me!"

"Why did you save me? You saved me and you couldn't take me away? You might as well let me die!" the old man cried.

Yun Huachun's eyes shifted from the old man to the books on the ground.

There is no shortage of the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, as well as "Six Tao", "Three Strategies", "Chun Qiu Zuo Zhuan", and even "Jin Code". It seems that it is not ordinary people.

"Old man, do you still have any relatives at home?" Yun Huachun asked.

"Yes... but they are all thousands of miles away..." The old man was crying and panting, as if he would faint from grief at the next moment.

"To be honest, our group is heading east. If you don't mind, old man, come with us..."

"We don't have much to eat, but we can give you a few pieces of clothing."

"Walk eastward to a stable place. When the time comes, whether you go south or north, you can join your relatives and raise your children and grandchildren. There will always be hope." Yun Huachun advised.

"You and I met by chance. We are not relatives, so why do you want to help me? My grandfather and grandson don't have much money to be deceived by you." The old man's tone was full of disbelief.

Yun Huachun opened his mouth and directly stated his purpose.

"Old man, I'm ashamed to say that I am a scholar, but after so many years of reading, I really haven't made much progress."

"On the way to escape, I even lost my book..." Yun Huachun covered his face and said sadly.

"I think you don't dress like ordinary people, old man. You have many books at home."

"For us scholars, this is our destiny."

"It's a pity that the book was burned."

"If you don't believe me, just give me this book to use as tolls." Yun Huachun squeezed tears from his eyes and grabbed the old man's arm to show his sincerity.

There are two reasons for him to come here. The first is that he really wants to save people.

Second, I also feel sorry for these books.

In short, everyone who has come along this way is still trying to survive even if they are begging.

Only the grandfather and grandson committed suicide on this cliff. If a group of people jumped like dumplings, ten of them would not be able to save him.

"Xiucai, do you really mean what you say?" the old man asked excitedly, pulling on Yun Huachun's clothes.

"Every word is true!"

"These books belong to you. Wait for me for a moment, and I will go to the foot of the mountain to pack up my belongings and follow you!" the old man said with joy.

The matter was resolved extremely smoothly, and the old man handed the unfinished book to Yun Huachun.

Before I took my grandson away, I entrusted him with something.

"I still have a lot of books at home. I'll bring some over."

Yun Huachun said he wanted to help, but the old man refused.

Their ancestral home is at the foot of the mountain, and there is a carriage at home, which is very fast and does not require a group of people to go there in a big way.

Seeing his grandfather and grandson descending the mountain happily, Yun Huachun wondered if he had been deceived.

"Yun Xiucai, do we really want to take these two people on the road?" Shi Fang stepped forward with a cane.

He couldn't understand that Yun Huachun shouldn't be such a warm-hearted person.

"Village chief, do you know how valuable these books are?" Yun Huachun gestured to the broken books on his carriage.

Shi Fang took a look and said, "Old man, I still know the prices of books in bookstores in town."

"One tael of silver per book, only a dozen taels? But this book can't be exchanged for food, so it's useless!"

Yun Huachun shook his head.

The original owner lived a prosperous life, and his ancestors had served as officials in the court for generations. Among the books here were books that he had heard the names of when he was young, but had never touched them, and he also regretted them.

It can be seen that the old man and the young man have a good family background.

"Some of the books here can't be bought by someone with money, but someone who has to be an official in the court."

"They, grandfather and grandson, one is old and the other is young. Even if they are bad guys, they can't hurt the people of our village."

"If we take them home safely along the way, we won't have to worry about being bullied when we get to the east."

"Even if his relatives are gone, the shadow of his elders is still there. We are refugees. After they become officials, if they are bullied by the officials, they might be able to help us."

After Yun Huachun explained it, no one in the village had any other opinions.

He didn't spend his family's food or occupy their family's carriage, so he had two more people following him.
Chapter completed!