Fast-forward to the era of cannon fodder

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Yuanchun slapped him away, pointed at him, and cursed, "You lazy, greedy good-for-nothing, you are not good at anything, eating is your top priority. If you had used the energy you put into eating to work, our family wouldn't have such a hard life. How dare you be mean to your brother? Over the years, if it weren't for the hard work of the second brother and his wife, the work in the fields would have depended on you and that lazy woman Du Jincui, and our family would have starved to death long ago."

Yuanchun saw him glaring at her with a gloomy face and looking like he wanted to hit her, so Yuanchun kicked him and said, "Why, do you still want to hit me?"

"My son doesn't dare."

Geng Dazhuang clenched his fists and lowered his head in hatred.

Yuanchun slapped him and said, "Go and pull the cart. I haven't seen you pull it at all along the way. You seem to be quite enthusiastic about eating."

Geng Dazhuang turned around and walked towards Geng Dalin.

When he took the rope from the cart, he glared at Geng Dalin with resentment and said through gritted teeth, "Are you happy to see me get beaten?"

"Brother, you got beaten because you didn't listen to mother. It has nothing to do with me."

Geng Dalin picked up his son and walked to his mother.

The eldest brother pulled the cart and went wherever there were potholes, regardless of the consequences. He did not dare let his son sit on it, for fear that his son's bones would be broken.

Fengling Village is a small village with only thirty or forty households and more than five hundred people. This time, the whole village fled the famine together. Every household brought out everything they could, and dozens of carts were piled full.

The Geng family's cart was also filled with things. In addition to the family's clothes, bedding and daily necessities, they also brought farm tools and pots and pans.

There was only one seat left on the bus for the youngest child, Geng Xiaowen.

When the original owner couldn't walk anymore, she would sit for a while holding her grandson.

There was no one in the car and the stuff was not very heavy, but Geng Dazhuang had a hard time pulling it and went much slower than others.

The Geng family slowly moved forward along with the speed of the car. Gradually, they fell behind the team and were even gradually distancing themselves from the team.

Geng Dalin was worried that his family would be left behind by the team, so he couldn't help but step forward and said, "Brother, you must be tired, let me tow the car."

Geng Dazhuang snorted, dropped the cart, and quickly chased the team in front, not caring whether the old, weak and young in the Geng family could catch up.

As for Du Jincui, she lives with the Du family and only comes to see the Geng family when it is time for dinner.

Yuanchun looked coldly at Geng Dazhuang who was walking away. She sat down on the side of the road and said to Geng Dalin, "Second brother, the children and I are tired. We can't walk anymore. Let's take a rest. After we have rested enough, we can chase them."

"Mom, the village team has gone too far, and we can't catch up." Geng Dalin's face was full of worry. "Now there are people fleeing famine everywhere. What if we meet someone with bad intentions and our family, old and young, are robbed?"

"What are you afraid of? I'm still here." Yuanchun pinched her stiff legs. "When I was young, I was famous for my fighting skills in Fengling Village. Although I haven't fought in recent years, I've never been less aggressive."

Yuanchun looked at him with disdain, "I can beat seven or eight people like you."

Geng Dalin couldn't help shrinking his neck and stammered, "Well, then let's take a break."

As time went by, he even forgot that his mother had learned Kung Fu when she was young and that several grown men could not beat her.