When Qibaoer woke up, everyone's things had been loaded into the car and they were ready to go.
After washing up, Qi Baoer had breakfast in the room, which consisted of two big buns almost as big as her face and a large bowl of chicken bone soup.
Their food is extremely good in the eyes of other people. Others mix other whole grains with some white flour to make steamed buns as dry food, but their family only uses pure white flour.
There is no other way, their family has no other food, and what they have left is the white flour brought by old man Qian, there is no difference.
Not to mention that the big white buns are filled with meat.
Isn't this so eye-catching that it would make people hate it?
So Lao Qi’s family avoids eating steamed buns.
But I was happy even if I had to hide and eat, especially the children, who almost forgot that they were fleeing.
This is a good thing that you can’t eat like this during the Chinese New Year.
After Qi Bao'er had finished eating, he left the house. At the door was San Lang, who had just been beaten last night. He was so silly that Qi Bao'er didn't even want to acknowledge him.
The guy who didn't want to recognize him came over to me without knowing it at all, "Sister, do the buns taste good?"
There was no need for Qi Bao'er to answer, he had already continued what he was saying: "You know it tastes good too. It's made from white flour. In the past, our family used to worship ancestors on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the milk was used to make big meat made from pure white flour."
Bao, you each have one, and I share one with my eldest brother."
As if he was thinking about the taste again, Sanlang licked his lips with a greedy expression, "There was no meat in the steamed buns Nai made before, but cabbage and dried bamboo shoots."
Qi Baoer's eyes flashed, it wasn't that there was no meat in it, it was just some minced meat that didn't taste meaty.
Just because of this, her third brother can brag to his friends everywhere throughout the year.
Old man Qi saw them on the road, stretched his neck and called out, "Come on, Bao'er, we have to go. Sanlang, go to your mother's place quickly, don't run around."
He's such a naughty kid, he shouldn't be given enough good food, and he can't catch anyone even if he's running around so early in the morning.
Qi Bao'er ran towards Old Man Qi with short legs, but before he could run far, he was dragged into the thatched hut next to him by Old Mrs. Tian.
Mrs. Tian pointed to a few sacks in the corner for Qi Baoer. They were not one or two sacks, but five sacks weighing 100 kilograms were piled up in the corner.
Lao Qi's family set up three large pots last night. For the first half of the night, Ye Sanni and others kept kneading the dough, while the pot kept simmering. In the second half of the night, Mrs. Tian and others came out to guard the fire and continued.
Steam.
Mrs. Tian's distribution of time and personnel is not random. Ye Sanni decides how many buns she makes in the first half of the night, and she takes care of the fire in the second half of the night. She can count how many mother-in-law and daughter-in-law can be hidden.
In this way, separate two groups of people to do it, and if they do some tricks, the final total will not be counted by both parties.
For example, Ye Sanni asked Li Qin and Qian Lanhua to knead the dough while she kneaded it into pieces. After kneading the dough, she asked them to go back and rest first. She was the final finishing touch to the shaping.
But I don’t even know the exact number.
After putting away the sack and praying for Bao'er, he said goodbye to the milk and went straight to Xiangye. The large team set off again in great force.
Qian Lanhua looked back from time to time as she walked. Qian's mother next to her was surprised, "What's wrong?"
Qian Lanhua suddenly smiled softly, "Mom, we walked more than two hundred people outside Sanhe Town. Now if you look back, do you think it looks like when we first came out of the village?"
Qian's mother also looked back and saw refugees following the team at a certain distance from Qijia Village.
Not to mention, there is indeed some resemblance.
The old man Qi was also talking to Qi Bao'er about this, "Those people want to be safer if they follow us, so they are destined to follow us."
They were too far ahead to see the end of the team, so Old Man Qi could only guess.
"Master, don't specify, they will just follow."
"Yes, I guessed it. Fortunately, Master Wen Fang came out to stop what happened last night. Otherwise, if there was a real fight in this mountain, it would be of no benefit to anyone."
Qi Bao'er didn't speak, and Old Qi didn't need her to speak either. He just felt depressed and wanted to speak.
"Your father called sixty men. Thirty and thirty men walked behind each other, with knives and sticks mixed in, just in case."
Early in the morning, she heard that her father had arranged outside the thatched house that every man in the family would be given one. Those sixty men would have to eat their own food, and all households in the village would be given food, and all would be collected at Lao Qi's house.
This is for the safety of the whole village. People in the village don't hesitate. Those who provide people provide people, and those who provide food take food.
The person behind Lao Qi's house today is his second uncle.
It's not that her father, her father, her third uncle, and her fourth uncle can just walk with their heads down. They can't just look behind and ignore the front. In case there is danger on the mountains to the left and right, they have to have people watching in the middle. Fortunately, all the troops in the village are there.
There are more than one or two men like theirs, and they can all come together.
Her father's arrangement was fair. For example, if the family had a small family and couldn't spare someone to patrol as a guard, then double the amount of food would be provided. If there were two people in the family, no food would be given.
There will be no need to add more people just to reduce the supply of food. There is no need for people to push the cart at home.
All the Kang family members in Lao Qi's family have left.
Her father stopped talking and is now everyone's default leader. He will come out if anyone doesn't come out.
The third uncle has already taken Qi Fugui on horseback to explore the way ahead.
Fourth Uncle, a scholar, is not very strong, and everyone is embarrassed to arrange patrols for him, but he has never been idle, and he has to go on duty whenever there is a need for counting.
Qi Kang'an from the front shouted: "Dad, the whole way down is going to be like this. It will take us another four or five days to walk, so I'm worried it will rain."
They were lucky. It hadn't rained for such a long time. But don't let them go out in the mountains. There would be no place to hide.
Gao Dayou, who was walking next to him, raised his head and looked up at the sky, "Brother An, why don't you stop talking like a crow."
Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone who heard it raised their heads and looked up at the sky. Fortunately, their eyes were still thousands of miles away.
Gao Dayou added: "I think there should be a place to shelter from the rain on this road. Brother An, think about it, this road is so clean and smooth. It must be that people used to walk on it frequently.
Those who take this road, whether they are going from Beiyang Town to Sanhe Town, or from Sanhe Town to Beiyang Town, do not go to the wider road but go here, not just to rush for time.
Those who are often in a hurry, I thought over and over again, are those who are doing business and transporting goods."
Those who transport goods are afraid that the goods will get wet if it rains on the road. In addition to waterproofing, there should be places on the road that can shelter from the rain.
The two of them really guessed it. Near noon, dark clouds began to accumulate in the sky. Just by a slight mistake, there was no shadow of the sun on the ground.
The team in Qijia Village was in chaos. Everyone took out the cloth they had prepared earlier and quickly covered the grain on the cart tightly.
But even so, everyone is still worried. They are all poor. Where can they get such a thing as oilcloth? Covering it with cloth is just a comfort. If it really rains, the grain should be wet or wet.
