Just in October, the first snow fell on the grassland.

Although it has not snowed in Datong yet, the temperature has dropped, and all the pedestrians on the road are wearing thick clothes.

"Brother, this is Lingqiu." The person who spoke was a dirty man wearing a ragged single dress.

There was a man next to him, leaning on a wooden stick in his hand, looking up at the official road with coal ash in front of him, pursed his cracked lips, and said, "Third brother, do you think this is a Lingqiu? What a good land, there is also a big water truck."

Their place is near a farmland, and two water trucks can be seen standing there on the river in the distance.

"I see there is a village ahead. Let's go over and ask, and let's see if you can stutter." The man who was called the third brother raised his hand and pointed to the front.

Just two miles ahead of them, smoke in the village was curling.

"Dafeng, hold on for a while, when we arrive at Lingqiu, we will have a way out." The man holding a wooden stick in his hand said to the woman behind him.

The woman held two children in each hand, and the child looked seven or eight years old and was sucking his nose.

In addition to their family, there are nearly a hundred people around, all of whom are family members, but the most are young and strong men and women.

"Let's go! Go to the village in front first." The man holding a wooden stick in his hand raised the wooden stick and pointed forward, moving forward.

His third brother and the woman each picked up a child and followed behind.

Everyone around them also walked forward together.

After walking for about a minute, these people appeared at one end of existence.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gongs suddenly sounded in the village.

Along the way, these people heard too much about the sound of the gongs, and they would hear the sound of the gongs in a village almost every few days.

They fled from the Shaanxi-Gansu area and begged along the way. Sometimes, before they could get close to the village, the sound of such warning gongs or other warning sounds would sound.

"Third brother, let's stop. Someone should come out if there is a presence later." said the man with a wooden stick in his hand.

The man who was called third brother put down the child in his arms and stood outside the village entrance with his elder brother.

There was more and more movement in the village, and there were people shaking in the street.

It was not long, and dozens of men with various weapons such as feces and wooden sticks appeared at the entrance of the village, staring at the refugees who suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village with a look of vigilance.

An old man who looked older than others came out of the crowd in the village, stood in front of the crowd, faced the refugees in front of him, and said, "You all came from the west, aren't you?"

The man with a wooden stick in his hand walked forward two steps, bowed to the older old man in front of him, and then said, "Our family was damaged, the house was destroyed, and the fields were destroyed. There was no way out, so I could only come out. I heard that Datong was rich, and refugees like us could have a way to survive after escaping. I'll ask if this is Lingqiu?"

"This is Guangling. If you go to Lingqiu, follow the road you are here and walk for more than thirty miles." The old man pointed to the official road where these refugees passed.

The man with a wooden stick in his hand turned his head and looked at the road that the old man pointed to. After retracting his gaze, he saluted to the old man in front of him again and said, "Thank you, fellow villagers. I heard that those who escaped like us can have enough food when they arrive in Lingqiu. Is this true?"

"Yes, it's true. Many people who have escaped from your hometown have already gone to Lingqiu. People with the tiger flag there will be cares about you and will not let you go hungry." The old man nodded.

The man with a wooden stick in his hand breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight face felt a little more soothing.

"Brother, it seems that the man didn't lie to us. He would never have to be cold and hungry again when he was in Lingqiu." The man standing next to him shouted excitedly.

There were many refugees around him who heard this.

Many people's faces were not as heavy as before, and many women began to sob in a low voice.

I don’t know how many people died from Shaanxi and Gansu to Datong. Even their team of about a hundred people was not the team that started from home at first, but they met together halfway through the journey.

Along the way, they walked with many people, but the dead were dead, the scattered, and the escaped, and in the end, only a hundred or so people were left here alive.

The man holding a stick in his hand asked politely: "Can I ask, what is this tiger flag? Are you an official from the court?"

"The tiger flag is a business in Lingqiu. Their owner is a high-ranking official in Datong and he manages a city." The old man explained.

The man holding a stick in his hand suddenly realized and said, "It turns out to be the county master."

In his mind, those who can manage a city are all county masters, as big as the county masters in their county town.

The old man didn't know how big the owner of the Tiger Banner was. He only knew that he was a high-ranking official and was in charge of a city. Like the man in front of him, he felt that the owner of the Tiger Banner was at least a county magistrate.

"Can I ask fellow villagers for something?" The man holding a wooden stick in his hand said to the old man in front of him with a embarrassed face.

However, his face was covered with mud, and even if he was embarrassed, he couldn't tell anything from his face.

The old man said, "It's not easy for you to go through the road. If you have anything to do, you will definitely help you."

"I'll thank you first." The man leaning on a wooden stick in his hand bent down and bowed, straightened his waist and continued, "We have been walking for a day. Can we let us rest here for a night? I promise that we will only stay for one night and leave tomorrow."

Almost assured the old man.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I can understand. You have elderly people and children here. You must not be able to get to Lingqiu today. Let's live here, but let's make it clear first. You can only live outside the village and not enter the village."

"I'm here to thank my fellow villager." The man holding a stick in his hand put down the stick and knelt on the ground. At the same time, he turned around and said to the people beside him and behind him, "Third brother, Dafeng, and two children, kowtow quickly."

"It cannot be used, it cannot be used." The old man waved his hands repeatedly.

However, they kowtowed three times before stopping.

The man who was called third brother helped the man with a wooden stick in his hand up from the ground.

The old man turned around and said to the people in the village around him: "Gou Sheng, Sa San, you two bring a few people with you, put the big pot at the entrance of the village, and make some porridge for these fellow villagers."

Two men stood up from the crowd, handed the wooden sticks in their hands to others, and ran towards the village.

The old man shouted to the other people: "You guys, hurry up and bring all the quilts and straw mats, and those wooden sticks, and find a few more people to carry to the entrance of the village."
Chapter completed!