Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Two hours.

Time was running out, so the village head dismissed everyone after saying something.

He has done his best, the rest is up to everyone.

Just leave it to fate.

Li walked briskly with the support of Lin Baotian. Everyone looked at each other, and then dispersed in all directions.

I have to hurry back to my group of people and take care of all the important matters, otherwise when everyone has gathered and gone far away, I'm still hesitating and not moving. When the bailiffs arrive, wouldn't it be obvious that I'm asking for my death?

Damn it! Quick! Quick! Quick! It has to be quick.

At this time, even the laziest guy in the village would jump three feet high, burst out with unprecedented potential, and blow away like a gust of wind.

The others became even more restless. They did what they had to do. Their main goal was to keep up with the main force and not fall behind.

……

There was chaos in front of the threshing ground for a while. People wailed as they carried their dead relatives onto the wooden racks. Amidst the wailing and heart-wrenching cries, they watched the raging fire devour their relatives.

Then, people hurriedly returned to the ruins of their homes with their families, frantically searching for usable items under a pile of broken stones and tiles, and frantically looking for tools to carry and drag the things.

On Lin Xiaoyue's side, Old Man Lin, who was unable to move due to a leg injury, and the families of Lin Dashan and Niu Laogen ran all the way back to the end of the village.

When they arrived at their own land, except for Old Man Lin who had difficulty moving and was placed on the flat ground not far from the yard, the rest of the Lin family, both young and old, rushed into the ruins to search for the few usable items.

While Miao was frowning and digging for things in the ruins, Lin Xiaoyue and Lin Zhaodi exchanged glances. Lin Zhaodi always nodded, turned around, and pulled Xiaosi and Xiaowu to a secluded corner in the backyard, whispering to each other.

It was nothing more than reminding the two little kids not to accidentally let out the secret of the "storage bag", not even to their own parents, because it was a life-saving item specially left for their family by the "God Grandpa".

Although the two little ones were young, they knew that there were some things they could not say, especially when the second sister frowned and warned them again and again that if the jackals in the old house accidentally found out that they had a "sacred object" hidden in their home, given the nature of those people, they would not only forcibly plunder the "sacred object" but also kill their parents and sisters.

Little Four and Little Five finally had a few days of peace and quiet. If they were to fall into the hands of the devils in the old house again, thinking of the past days of hunger and cold, being beaten and scolded at every turn, the two little kids couldn't help but burst into tears. Fear spread to every part of their body, and they shuddered.

The two kids immediately shook their heads like rattles and waved their hands repeatedly to indicate that they would not say a word, not even to their parents.

As for why I couldn't tell my mother, it was because Miao was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see other people suffer. Besides, people who had been caught in the rain generally hoped to show kindness to others and help as much as possible when they could do the little they could.

But human nature is evil. On the way to escape famine, even Old Man Lin, the only adult man in their family, could hardly protect himself, let alone a group of women and children who were powerless.

Of course, compared to the Miao family, Old Man Lin is even less reliable.

After decades of foolish filial piety, even though he had briefly seen the true face of the person on the other side of the old house a few days ago, who can guarantee that this was not just a moment of clarity?

What if the people in the old house have a hard time while fleeing from famine and return to their old ways, exploiting and even enslaving the people in the third house in order to improve their predicament? And if they keep coaxing and persuading Old Man Lin left and right, his mind might become confused again.

Therefore, to eliminate all possible dangers is to nip them in the bud.

To prevent the wildfire from being extinguished and springing up again with the spring breeze.

He didn't care that Lin Zhaodi had already tricked the poor Xiao Si and Xiao Wu into becoming lame in the backyard.

On this side, compared to an ordinary woman, Lin's mother Miao, Lin Xiaoyue could be regarded as a human excavator with powerful force, stirring quickly in a pile of rubble and dirt. The huge "crackling" noise attracted Miao, who was gasping for breath with exhaustion while digging with her head down on the other side. She could not help but look up, watching her daughter with complicated eyes sweeping away all obstacles with unstoppable force.

Miao was secretly frightened and silently swallowed the non-existent saliva in her throat. She raised her feet stiffly and followed behind her daughter. She bent down and picked up the clothes, shoes, socks, cloth, quilts and other items that were scattered on the ground and covered with dust at the place where she had combed the hair, and held them in her arms one by one.

When his arms were almost full, he hurried over to Old Man Lin and put the things down. Then he ran away without saying a word.

Old Man Lin looked at his family members who were busy racing against time, then looked down at his legs wrapped in layers of gauze, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, and his heart...

There weren't many things in the bedroom originally, and after a few rounds of tidying up, I had taken out almost all the usable things.

The trouble is that the food and other items in the kitchen are very small and fragmented.

When Lin Xiaoyue opened the broken pieces in the kitchen and took a look, her heart sank.

Most of the grain in the rice jar was scattered all over the ground, and the good white rice was all covered with gray and black sand.

There were not many oil, salt, sugar jars, etc., but after the strong earthquake, these seasonings were also offered as tribute to the God of Land.

Two large pots on the stove were smashed, one was broken into pieces and the other had a gap on its edge, but it was still usable. Lin Xiaoyue didn't want to waste anything and directly took out the large iron pot.

You must bring this pot with you, otherwise what will you use to cook food and drink on the road.

The space contained food and clothing that had been prepared for the end of the world, including a pot, but it was made of medical stone and had a stainless steel bottom. How could she use it openly? Not to mention the Miao family, even if the villagers who were traveling with her saw it, she would be exposed in a minute.

The water tank in the corner was broken, but the wooden barrel next to it can still be used.

There were also several jars of pickles hidden under the firewood pile, and two jars survived.

……

Lin Xiaoyue and Miao were struggling to turn the tables in the front, when Lin Zhaodi and Xiaosi and Xiaowu pushed a cart over from the backyard, on which were piled several fresh cabbages covered in mud.

Miao wiped her sweat, straightened her waist which was sore from bending for so long, and said thankfully, "Fortunately, fortunately, we still have a broken cart at home. This way, your father can suffer less when traveling."

When Lin Xiaoyue saw the cart, she didn't react at first, until she heard what Miao said subconsciously, then she suddenly remembered it.

But the cart was so small that after Old Man Lin lay down on it, there wasn't much space left... Then where should he put the things that he had picked up from the rubble with such great difficulty?