Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

Seeing that Luo Xiaoran remained silent, Uncle Li wiped away his non-existent tears with his sleeves and continued:

"I am ashamed to say that my son and daughter-in-law died of illness at the beginning of this year. Before they died, they asked me to take good care of Chen'er, who is my little grandson.

Later, there was a big flood in my hometown, and I risked my old bones to bring him here.

To be honest, I don't have many days left to live, so I want to entrust my grandson to a reliable person before I die, so that I can face my poor son and daughter-in-law in the underworld."

"Uncle Li doesn't look like a dying man." The more Luo Xiaoran looked at Uncle Li, the more she felt that he was an acting genius.

“Um, this is a long story.

I have heart failure. When I was at home, I went to the clinic every few days.

Later, my filial son begged the doctor to make me some pills that could relieve the symptoms, and I relied on those pills to suppress the symptoms throughout the whole process.

When I was fighting with bandits last night, my bag was torn and my life-saving pills were lost. I don’t know how far I can walk from now on...”

Luo Xiaoran saw that his lips were turning purple, and that this was indeed a symptom of heart failure.

But she still didn't quite believe it. How could Uncle Li escape from the bandits if he didn't have any skills?

Could he be a hidden master, traveling with them for some special reason?

With the two of them in tow, there were four people in the group, including men, women, young and old. Compared with the two women, they were indeed less conspicuous.

However, this would only be enough food to last for half a month, and children walk slowly, which would slow down their journey.

Seeing Luo Xiaoran thoughtful, Uncle Li continued:

"I also thought about taking my grandson with me to the underworld to reunite with his parents, but I couldn't bear it!

Chen'er is only four years old and is not even as tall as my thigh.

When his parents were about to pass away, Chen'er, a little boy, knelt in front of them, clenched his fist and swore to them that he would listen to them, live a good life, grow up quickly, and live up to their expectations.

Did you also promise your parents that you would live well?

Luo Xiaoran recalled the scene before her parents died.

Her parents held her hands and looked at her tenderly and sadly, as if they wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in their minds.

"Xiao Ran, mom and dad have been bitten by zombies. There's no hope for them. But you are different. You still have a long way to go in your life. You have to live well and live with your parents..."

Qiu Niang seemed to recall the past life with her late husband, and was quite sad: "Girl, take them with you. We have enough food to last for a while if we save it."

Luo Xiaoran:······

Since the owner of the grain has spoken, she won't say anything.

"Sister, Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Little Xingchen also woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes with his chubby little hands and asked foolishly, his voice still hoarse from just waking up.

Luo Xiaoran picked him up and rubbed his head, which she had been coveting for a long time. "We are talking about this. From now on, you will follow me!"

"Really? Are you going to hang out with your sister from now on? That's awesome!" Little Xingchen jumped up and down happily, clapping his hands as he did so.

"You know what '混' means? I'm just so happy." Continue rua.

Little Xingchen tilted her head that was being rubbed, "I don't know, sister, what does '混' mean?"

"The character '混' has '水' on the left, '日' on the top, and '比' on the bottom. It means that if we unite and cooperate like many streams merging into one, we will have a better life than others. Do you understand?"

"But Chen'er is too young, too small, and too weak. I'm afraid Chen'er can't help. What should I do if I can't cooperate with my sister?"

"Who said Chen'er can't help? Chen'er is young and eats less, so he can save a lot of food.

Although Chen'er is not very strong, he can walk on his own and does not need anyone to hold him.

When Chen'er really can't walk anymore, sister or grandfather will carry you. Chen'er is small and light, so it won't seem tiring to carry him! "

Uncle Li nodded repeatedly while listening, "The young lady's explanation of the word 'mixed' is really wonderful, I admire it.

Chen'er, your sister is right. Although you are a child, you are also one of us who can make contributions. Don't underestimate yourself."

Even Qiu Niang looked at Luo Xiaoran with admiration.

Well, I'm just fooling kids, don't take it seriously, it's really embarrassing.

In other families, there is a group of bodyguards protecting one employer, but she is a "bodyguard" protecting multiple employers.

She, Luo Xiaoran, shared a bodyguard, yeah (expressionless).

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After resting for half a day on the mountain and having lunch, everyone planned to go down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, it started raining again in the mountain, and it rained intermittently for three days. Luo Xiaoran had no choice but to continue to hide from the rain in the cave with everyone.

When the rain was lighter, Luo Xiaoran asked Uncle Li, who was suffering from "heart failure", to take care of Xiao Xingchen in the cave. She took Qiu Niang to cut some bamboo, find some indigo leaves and sedge grass, and came back to weave hats.

To be honest, Luo Xiaoran only learned it for a period of time from her grandfather in the countryside when she was a child, but she hasn't touched this stuff for a long time. She doesn't know if she can weave it out. Never mind, she might as well give it a try.

First, use a big knife to split the bamboo trunk into chopstick-shaped bamboo strips, then slowly peel off the green and yellow layers, split it into very thin bamboo slices, and use a dagger to scrape the bamboo strips until they are smooth, and then you can start weaving the hat.

Luo Xiaoran, a novice who was forced to do something without any effort, was unable to cut the bamboo strips of a large bamboo trunk from top to bottom.

This is a technical job. If you are not careful, either the bamboo knots will break, or the bamboo strips will cut your hands, or you may get cut by the knife.

So after cutting almost all the bamboo strips, Luo Xiaoran's hands were already covered with tiny scars running in all directions.

There is no other way. According to this method, even if the rain stops, there is no guarantee that it will not rain again in the future, so we have to get some rain gear.

Weaving a straw raincoat requires a lot of skills and is too time-consuming. Not to mention that she doesn't know how to make a bamboo umbrella, they don't even have the oil paper to make the umbrella cover.

So I could only make do with a bamboo hat, and make it bigger so that I could cover my shoulders. It was much better than being exposed to the rain directly.

Then, according to the method of "warp and weft interweaving", the bamboo strips are woven into two cone shapes of slightly different sizes.

Put the big ones on top and the small ones on the bottom, and fill the middle with bamboo leaves that are arranged radially, covering each other, and rotating.

Fill the middle with sedge grass, then fold and squeeze it tightly, and finally seal the round mouth of the cone with strips of cloth torn from clothes. A simple version of the bamboo hat is ready.

Then use a long cloth strip to tie both sides of the hat. When you are not wearing the hat, you can tie it behind your back with the cloth strip. When you wear it, you can tie the cloth strip under your chin to prevent the hat from being blown away by the wind.

It took two days to make a bamboo hat. Later, in order to increase the speed, Luo Xiaoran took the knife to split the bamboo strips herself, and asked Qiu Niang and Li Shu to wrap their hands with cloth and grind the bamboo strips on the stone to make them smooth.

On the third day, two more hats were made. Together with the one made in the first two days, there were three in total, one for each of the three adults.

As for Xiao Xingchen, Luo Xiaoran took into consideration that he might fall when it rained, so she couldn't let him walk by himself. They took turns holding him, and the adults and children shared a bamboo hat.

During this period, Luo Xiaoran asked Qiu Niang to find a clean piece of clothing, cut off the two sleeves, and neatly made four masks. The masks were double-layered with bamboo leaves sandwiched in the middle.

Qiu Niang’s previous worries were not groundless. After a series of heavy rains, she didn’t know how many victims would catch a cold.

The common cold in ancient times could be fatal. I hope the mask she made can play a role.