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

At the beginning, in order to take care of Uncle Li who was suffering from "heart failure", Luo Xiaoran planned to carry 20 kilograms of the 30 kilograms of food herself, let Qiu Niang carry 5 kilograms, and Uncle Li carry 5 kilograms.

But during these days of hiding from the rain, Luo Xiaoran made hats and masks while observing Uncle Li.

Luo Xiaoran discovered that although Uncle Li was quiet as a chicken most of the time, he would occasionally jump around when she was not around, and did not look like he would not live for many days as he had said before.

From time to time, he would let little Xingchen sit on his neck and ride on a big horse, running around in the small cave, giving a thriving scene of trying to show family happiness while fleeing the hardship of famine.

Qiu Niang was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears: Wow, that’s great, Uncle Li can stay with little Xingchen for a few more days.

Luo Xiaoran:······

I've been speechless more and more recently.

Luo Xiaoran was almost certain that what Uncle Li said about "heart failure" was fake, and was just to gain sympathy.

But what's going on with the purple lips?

Until one night, she saw Uncle Li take out a blanket from his bag, shake it out gracefully, cover himself with it, and fall asleep comfortably by the fire, looking extremely peaceful.

The next day, my lips were no longer purple.

The purple lips before were probably caused by freezing!

It’s amazing that he hasn’t caught a cold these days. It seems that he has a good health and it doesn’t matter if he has this condition.

Heart failure!

I think he is too cunning and has turned his heart into a sponge!

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoran expressionlessly snapped the stick in her hand in two and threw it into the fire, scaring Uncle Li who was coaxing Xiao Xingchen to sleep opposite.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Li stroked his beard and leaned towards Luo Xiaoran, trying to find some clues from her wooden face.

Luo Xiaoran raised her head and smiled slightly, "It's okay, I'll add more firewood."

Uncle Li shivered again, and the back of his neck felt cold. It seemed that he was really cold from acting these past two days.

"Girl, I follow Qiu Niang in calling you girl, but I always feel it's too formal. Why haven't I heard your name before?"

Uncle Li's instinct told him that he'd better change the subject, or he would start sneezing.

Because I don’t know what the real name of this body is, I am also helpless!

I won’t tell others the name Luo Xiaoran easily.

One day, when I find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and good for farming, I will definitely register my name on the household register. That will be the beginning of my real new life in this ancient world.

Since I am a "bodyguard" now, then "call me Rookie Yi, well, call me Cai Cai!" Luo Xiaoran replied to Uncle Li.

"Cai Cai, a piece of cake? This name is interesting." Uncle Li touched his not very long beard and nodded repeatedly.

Luo Xiaoran secretly planned that when she went down the mountain, she must generously give half of her 20 kilograms of food to Uncle Li and let him carry it.

In this way, she only had to carry ten kilograms of food, which was much easier.

Holding Qiu Niang in her left hand, Xingchen in her right hand, and followed by the old ox Uncle Li, she is the most beautiful person on this journey to escape famine!

Migrant workers, migrant workers, and migrant workers are all human beings!

Uncle Li is the most ruthless in carrying food, and she is the most beautiful shared escort!

Luo Xiaoran was not worried at all that Uncle Li would secretly take her food and run away.

Because everyone walked together during the day, he had no chance.

As for night, Luo Xiaoran would collect all the food to herself and sleep with it as a pillow.

Feel at ease and sleep soundly.

Uncle Li touched the back of his neck which was still cold and fell asleep uncomfortably.

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The rain had basically stopped, with only some spray-like water molecules flying around in the air, which would make your clothes wet in a short while.

On the muddy official road, the victims walked in groups of three or four with difficulty.

There were no more extra expressions on their distressed faces, because any extra expression would consume a little more energy, and they really had nothing to eat.

Not only do they have nothing to eat, but their appearance may even be worse than that of the beggars in the city.

His hair was messier than the weeds on the roadside, because the weeds on the roadside had been almost eaten, revealing their neat roots.

My face is similar to others, gray and dull, with no real features visible. Only the face shape is the most prominent. Round face, square face, long face, etc., eventually they all became shriveled and thin faces.

The clothes had become very worn out, with holes here and there, and no one had the time to mend them. They were covered in mud and dust, and you couldn't tell their original color. Everyone was the same.

No matter cloth shoes or straw sandals, the edges and corners were worn out and they could only be worn with difficulty, with one foot deep and one foot shallow as they walked forward.

So when Luo Xiaoran and his group mixed in with them wearing masks and hats, their complete equipment still attracted the attention of many victims.

Every disaster victim who saw them had a dazed look in their eyes, and finally, they all turned their gaze to their bags.

It's still very bulging, as if there's food.

Luo Xiaoran asked everyone to carry their bags on their chests. She walked in front with a knife to lead the way. Qiu Niang led Xiao Xingchen in the middle, and Uncle Li walked in the third row to cover the rear.

Uncle Li and Qiu Niang each held a branch that could be used as a walking stick. The end that was pointed upward was sharpened by Luo Xiaoran with a dagger when she was in the cave.

“I have use for both the knife and the dagger, so I can’t give them to you, so I will carve a wooden spear for each of you.

Qiu Niang, it has rained for three days. None of us knows how bad the situation is down the mountain.

It is possible that once we get down the mountain, we will be attacked by starving victims who will snatch our food. If we encounter more vicious ones, they may not even let us go. So, I hope you can use this wooden spear to protect yourself.

Remember, I will not offend others unless they offend me, but when others come to steal your life-saving food or even insult you, you must be brave and fight hard! "

Qiu Niang seemed to recall the scene in the ruined temple that day, and shuddered, "I understand, Cai Cai, I want to reach Kyoto alive, I will try my best."

Luo Xiaoran nodded to Qiu Niang and turned to Uncle Li:

"Uncle Li, let's not beat around the bush. You know in your heart how much truth and how much falsehood you told me.

But since we have decided to go together, I hope that when we get to the foot of the mountain, we can work together to protect what we want to protect, and arrive safely at the place we each want to go. "

“Cai Cai, you don’t talk much usually, but when you speak you say so much, which makes Uncle Li very uncomfortable. Haha…” He smiled awkwardly.

Little Xingchen saw that both Grandpa and Sister Qiu Niang had wooden spears, but he didn't. He was very anxious: "There's still me, sister. I can also use weapons to protect everyone!"

Luo Xiaoran rubbed his cute little head and said softly:

"Sister knows that Chen'er has become a little man and wants to contribute his own strength, but now is not the right time. But there is one favor that Chen'er can help sister with."

"What help? Tell me quickly, sister."

"That is, after we get down the mountain, when I say 'close your eyes', you must close them firmly and not peek. Can you do that?"

Although this request seems strange, my sister said that this is to help, so I must do it!

"it is good"!