Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

It's a new day. The sun rises slowly in the east, breaking through the haze and shining on the earth. It's another sunny day. There's no sign that the land had experienced a once-in-a-century earthquake last night.

The huge group of people fleeing famine in Linjia Village was like a long, winding snake.

The entire Linjia Village team exuded an atmosphere of panic and fear. People were like lost dogs, with their heads down, carrying baskets on their backs, and pushing their own carts. A few families who were luckier, like the head of the village, at least had ox carts for transportation, but most of the other villagers dragged their heavy feet, with dull eyes, looking haggard, and followed the team forward in confusion.

In the long line, Lin Xiaoyue and her family walked relatively at the back.

Father Lin sat on a cart covered with bedding and oilcloth, and beside him were two jars of pickled vegetables, pottery jars, wooden barrels, iron pots, cloth, water bags, rice and flour, and other relatively large items. Because there were strong fences on the three sides of the cart, even if the road was bumpy, it would not shake the people and items off the cart.

Xiao Si and Xiao Wu were small and lacked strength, and they had not slept all night, so they were placed on two shopping carts to sleep, with bedding and thick clothes cushioning them and a layer of oilcloth covering them.

Little Radish Head was lying half-curled up in the basket, covered with a small quilt. Beside him were Yuhua Stones that he had picked up from somewhere. The two little guys treasured them so much that they were reluctant to throw away these treasures even when fleeing from famine.

Lin Xiaoyue used four bamboo poles to prop up the four corners of the basket and spread out the rough washed but not dried clothes. Not only did they provide shade, they could also be used to dry them, killing two birds with one stone.

On the side of the shopping cart were hung some small clothes, water bags, bacon, dried vegetables and other items that could not be held up.

On the horizontal rack below the shopping cart were two shopping baskets covered with clothes, which were filled with small items such as bowls, spoons, chopsticks, cloth scraps, needles and thread.

Compared to the cart with Father Lin and the large items at home lying on it, which required the strong Lin Xiaoyue to push, the two shopping carts were relatively lighter and easier to push, and they were smooth on the road, which was more suitable for Miao and Lin Erya.

As expected, as the two shopping carts of the Lin family were pushed out, they attracted the attention of most people. There were curiosity, surprise, amazement, and even jealousy and covetousness. But when they saw Lin Xiaoyue blocking the way in front of the Lin family shopping cart, those who were ready to make a move could only give up and walk past with a wry smile.

When the same cart appeared in Lin Dashan, Niu Laogen, and even the head of the village, everyone's focus was suddenly shifted, and they looked for someone who was more talkative to find out where the cart came from.

Naturally, the journey of fleeing famine was difficult, with wind and sun blowing and thousands of miles of travel. People who did not have time to buy cows, donkeys or mule carts naturally wanted to get a small cart.

Although a cart cannot carry as much weight as a flatbed cart and can only be used by children to rest on it and cannot be used by adults, it is still easier and more convenient to push than a flatbed cart.

Looking past the dozen or so households ahead, I saw that the Lin family’s old house not only had an ox cart and a donkey cart, but also two carts. There were a lot of things piled on the two carts, including pots and pans, clothes, shoes, socks, and various daily necessities.

Compared to what Lin Xiaoyue has (what is displayed on the surface), it is definitely not old or small.

Even so, it was worth their effort to mobilize a large number of troops and create a big fuss before leaving the village.

Haha, Lin Xiaoyue is really impressed by these psychopaths.

……

Just as everyone was busy on their way, a sudden exclamation interrupted Lin Xiaoyue's thoughts.

"Oh no." Lin Zhaodi slapped her forehead and suddenly exclaimed, "I forgot about my elder sister."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Lin family froze as if struck by lightning, with shock and astonishment written all over their faces.

Lin Xiaoyue: ...

Miao's eyes went dark and an unspeakable despair surged in her heart. Oh my God, how could she...how could she forget about the eldest girl...

Old Man Lin was leaning against the cart, his face pale and his lips trembling. He didn't look much better than Miao.

The overwhelming despair frightened the Lin family members so much that they stopped walking. They stood there in a daze, anxious like ants on a hot pot, scratching their hearts and livers. Miao was the first to lose control of her emotions, tears dripping down her face, and soon her clothes were soaked with tears.

The villagers who usually didn't walk very close to each other saw Lin Laosan's family stopped and Lin Miao was crying stupidly, thinking it was bad luck. Why was she being so hypocritical when she just started on the road? People just looked at them for a few more times, said nothing, staggered a few steps and walked around to catch up with the main group.

Lin Dashan and Niu Laogen were originally walking in front of the Lin family, but suddenly they realized that they could not see the shadow of Lin Laosan's family when they looked back, so they stopped in a hurry. Except for a few people who stayed behind to look after the luggage, the rest of the two families turned back to look for people.

After a moment, they saw that Lin Laosan's family were all fine, not a single one was missing, but for some reason they were standing there motionless. The families of Lin Dashan and Niu Laogen hurried forward to inquire about the situation.

When asked this question, the expressions of both families changed at the same time.

Niu Laogen got a start and hurried on his way, forgetting his son who was still working as a waiter in the town tavern. He looked back in the direction of his wife, and his heart couldn't help but tremble: Damn, how could I forget my only son, oh my god.

Speaking of Niu Laogen and his wife, they are considered a rarity of this era.

From the original owner's memory, we learned that Niu Laogen and Aunt Niu were not originally from Linjia Village, but moved here many years ago.

The couple lived a very simple life on weekdays. They didn't like the gossips of the village gossipmakers and gossip about other people. They just liked to farm and grow flowers. The couple lived a sweet life like a newlywed couple.

In the words of their son Niu Tietou, the couple was in true love and he, as their son, was an accident.

So, after their son grew up, the couple kicked him out of the house and sent him to work as a waiter in a restaurant in the town. Except during the holidays, they would not allow their son to come back to disturb them.

If Lin Laosan’s family hadn’t mentioned their unmarried daughter, he wouldn’t have remembered that he had forgotten his only son in the town.

Lin family:......

Niu Tietou, the unexpected product that was thrown behind his head: …

Lin Dashan and Aunt Dashan were not much better, they also had dull eyes and looked extremely shocked.

Aunt Dashan slapped her thigh, sat down on the ground, and cried bitterly, "It's over, it's over, I forgot about Chunhua, her father, what should I do, what should I do now, oh, my poor girl, how could I forget about you, I'm so sorry."

Aunt Dashan was in tears and was filled with shock and pain.

Look, when something is heart-wrenching and one person cries out loud, it is easy to arouse empathy from others who have experienced the same thing. The frustration that had been suppressed in the heart due to the loss of homeland and hasty escape suddenly finds an outlet.