This scene left everyone stunned. They were wondering when their father, father-in-law, and Zhang Dada would do this.
However, Fang Xiaoyue didn't give them any more room to think. She made more than ten wooden shovels in one breath, then sat on the fallen leaves nearby and directed them to dig holes.
No way, even if this body recovers, it will still be the body of a 56-year-old man.
Now that his soul has just begun to merge, it is not easy for him to make some tools with his skills.
It's normal to be a little tired.
More than ten people couldn't dig a hole together. After Fang Xiaoyue rested for a while, he found another hole and let the remaining people dig.
It didn't take long for the first hole to be dug to the deepest point.
A field mouse hurriedly emerged from another hole, but was beaten to death by Ding Shengming with his quick eyes and a wooden shovel.
But the real harvest is the food piled deep in the hole by the voles.
Although it suddenly snowed heavily, it is actually still the autumn harvest season. Under such circumstances, the voles have stored a lot of food.
There are chestnuts, walnuts, pine nuts, etc. that fell from the trees, as well as grass seeds, wild rice, etc.
Of course, since this place is close to Shiwanda Mountain, there are still a lot of nuts.
Zhang Ping'an couldn't care less about the cold at this time. He took off his coat and spread it on the ground. He was so excited that he took out three large handfuls of food from the cave.
In the subsequent digging activities, scenes like this often appeared.
When they returned, except for Fang Xiaoyue, all of them took off their coats to use as wrapping cloths, and brought back a large amount of food and more than twenty voles.
Fang Xiaoyue estimated that all the voles in this small forest might have been wiped out by them.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoyue brought back so much food from one trip, no one looked at him without admiration and admiration.
No way, at this time, food is life and heaven.
Those who can bring them food are undoubtedly their parents.
Piles of nuts and grass seeds were poured into the boiling iron pot after the outer skin was removed. As for the field mice, they did not escape the fate of peeling their skins into the pot.
When the aroma wafted out of the pot again, glistening saliva flowed from the corners of everyone's mouths.
When the meal was served, Fang Xiaoyue became the person holding the spoon.
In times like fleeing, the person holding the spoon represents a kind of identity and status.
Only those with the most status, prestige and status among the refugees can serve.
Because only in this way, everyone will be convinced when sharing the food.
Otherwise, if you have one spoon more and I have one spoon less, and people suffer from inequality instead of poverty, wouldn't there be a fight immediately?
Everyone lined up in front of the iron pot, and Fang Xiaoyue scooped food into their bowls one by one according to the proportion of young and strong, followed by women, old and young.
The food cooked after mixing nuts, wild vegetables, rat meat, and grass seeds has a really unflattering appearance.
The taste is hard to describe, but for this group of refugees, it is the most rare delicacy, mixed with the sweetness of various nuts and the meaty flavor of rat meat.
Even Fang Xiaoyue couldn't help but use the power of the person holding the spoon in the end to put all the leftovers from the bottom of the pot into the bowl.
This meal can't be said to be enough for everyone, but at least it gives people the strength to continue on the road.
Fang Xiaoyue has no intention of staying here any longer.
There are two reasons for this. One is that the grove has been cleared by him. If you want to find food, you need to go further, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
The second is that he doesn't know if those Beiyue cavalry will catch up.
No way, Zhang Dadao's memory was interrupted at the moment of death. As for what happened after that, he didn't know.
The young and strong walked in front and behind, while in the middle were women, old and young, supporting each other.
Fang Xiaoyue was at the front as the person holding the spoon. He needed to use the pig's humming ability to warn the crowd or find food.
In addition, because everyone was escaping, they didn't take a shower at all during this period, and the smell on their bodies was really unbearable for Fang Xiaoyue who had turned on the Pig Hum.
If you walk in front, at least the smell wafting over will not be so strong.
It was noon at this time, and the wind blowing in Xiaofeng Valley was not too strong, but it still felt a bit chilly to the bones.
But Fang Xiaoyue knew that walking through this valley could not be postponed until night, otherwise the wind here would be several times stronger at night, and the fifteen miles would be enough for people to freeze and fall to the ground!
Three hours later, the fleeing crowd finally passed through Xiaofeng Valley and arrived at Shiwan Mountain.
Just from the name, you can tell that the scale of this Hundred Thousand Mountains is certainly not small.
To be precise, Shiwandashan is a huge mountainous area formed by thirteen mountain ranges.
Fang Xiaoyue and others passed through Xiaofeng Valley and arrived at the edge of Shiwan Mountain.
But this place was not covered by heavy snow. Valleys appeared in front of them. The ridges were covered with green vegetation and extended into the distance. Eventually, they merged together to form a dangerous and complex terrain with mountains and valleys everywhere.
"We won't be leaving today. Let's take a rest first."
Fang Xiaoyue was the first to sit down on the grass nearby, and everyone also sat down to rest.
It is indeed a very hard thing for them to move forward against the strong wind.
After resting for a while, Fang Xiaoyue divided the crowd into several teams. The women, old and young were responsible for collecting firewood, while the young men followed behind him to collect food.
Compared to the groves outside Xiaofeng Valley, the vegetation here is undoubtedly much lusher, so the yields are naturally much greater.
Fang Xiaoyue just walked around and led everyone to find chestnuts, hazelnuts, mushrooms and other foods, and even found some wild peppercorns, wild mountain peppers and wild onions.
As for the meat, there were three snakes, two rabbits, and more than ten voles.
This time he didn't ask anyone to dig vole holes.
The food stored by the vole only needs to be eaten once in a while. If he eats it all the time, he is really worried that everyone will accidentally contract some disease.
In this time of fleeing, contracting a disease is not a comfortable thing, it is almost equated with death.
As usual, the iron pot was set up and the bonfire was lit. Everyone gathered around the iron pot to keep warm and waited for the aroma of food to rise.
After dinner, Fang Xiaoyue walked around a few more times, and then discovered a bamboo forest.
It's not surprising that bamboo forests appear here. The climate in these hundreds of thousands of mountains is extremely variable and different in many places, and all kinds of plants grow extremely luxuriantly.
For a plant with strong adaptability like bamboo, it does not grow too much in the mountains.
I went back and called a few people to chop down a large bundle of bamboo with my only machete. After I went back, I shaved off the branches and leaves, then took a uniform middle section and sharpened one end.
A bamboo spear is freshly baked.
Fang Xiaoyue always feels a little dangerous after stepping here. Under such circumstances, it is wise to arm everyone.