Marrying a village tyrant husband with space, being spoiled by the in-laws

They were all from the same clan, within the five generations of mourning. Moreover, they sold their land and houses a few days ago, saying that they were going to seek refuge with Li Laosan. He also knew about this.

"Big brother, second brother, you must be going to seek refuge with third brother, why don't we all go east together so that everyone can take care of each other."

Boss Li subconsciously looked at his third son and his wife, and when he saw them nod slightly, he agreed.

"If everyone is willing to go to Dongzhou, then we can go together. It will be a good opportunity for us to take care of each other on the way."

There were about ten families left, all of whom were willing to follow the village chief. After deciding where to go, everyone started heading towards Dongzhou.

We met quite a few refugees along the way. The wealthy ones had ox carts, donkey carts, and mule carts, while the less well-off ones were pushing handcarts. The team was so long that it seemed as if there was no end in sight.

Each village decided to flee the famine in a different direction. Some went to the east, some went to the west, and some went to the south. No one went to the north because the north was flooded.

At first the road was crowded with people, but by dawn there were fewer people.

But the heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. Even though I was wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, I still felt the cold air seeping into my body through the gaps.

Fortunately, people in this era work hard every day and are not used to a life of luxury. For them, walking for several hours is really nothing.

After noon, everyone arrived at a large abandoned yard.

Although the yard was shabby, it was at least big enough. We could take a break from the rain, eat some dry food, and then continue on our journey.

The dozen or so families in Lijia Village were all together, with about a hundred people, big and small, almost filling up the entire dilapidated house.

Although Yu Suihuan had been drinking spiritual spring water and his body was much stronger than before, he still walked for several hours in a row in the heavy rain and couldn't help feeling a little tired.

Li Chengjin took a few simple wooden stools from the cart and gave one to each of the women in the family.

"Everyone, take a short break here and eat some dry food. After you fill your stomach, we can continue on our journey."

Yu Suihuan took the initiative to get the water bag and secretly added some spiritual spring water into it. Then he handed it to his mother-in-law, Li Zhoushi.

"Mom, you guys stay here for a while. My husband and I will go out and see if we can find some dry firewood in this broken house. We can boil some hot water. Drinking it will help get rid of the cold."

The two men walked out of the shabby house and looked around at several other shabby houses. Every place in the shabby house that could shelter from the rain was full of people.

In fact, Yu Suihuan's saying of going out to find firewood was just an excuse. She wanted to go out to find a place where no one was around and take out some wooden boards from the space. After all, she had looted a lot of wooden floors in Yu Mansion. That thing was just right for making a fire and saved her the trouble of chopping them.

The two walked around and found a dilapidated shed in the backyard, which was about to collapse, but there was no one inside.

She walked in and quickly took out some wooden boards from the space. The boards were too clean and didn't look like the real thing, so Yu Suihuan grabbed some soil from the ground and sprinkled it evenly on the boards.

Li Chengjin and his brothers removed a lot of tiles from the broken shed, brought them into the house, and worked together to build a simple stove.

There was a large iron pot on the mule cart, which was perfect for boiling hot water.

Yu Suihuan and the women in the family took the dry biscuits that they had prepared a few days ago and smoked and heated them in a pot, and ate them with pickles, which was enough to fill the family's stomachs. After all, there were so many people around and if they ate too well, they would easily attract other people's attention.

After her family had used up the iron pot, they gave it to Li Laoer, Chun Xing and other nearby families in turn.

The others also thought of their own solutions, and several families worked together to make a fire and boil water.

After the meal, Yu Suihuan put ginger slices and a little brown sugar in the hot water, secretly added spiritual spring water, and made everyone in the family drink a bowl of the boiled ginger water.

Li Chengjin also brought a bowl to Wu the hunter. He must not get sick on such a rainy day.

After the whole family had finished drinking the ginger water, there was still a lot left from the pot. Yu Suihuan asked his family to distribute some to the village chief and the villagers who were traveling with him. As for how much each person drank, it was up to them to decide.

At this time, when the famine had just begun, every household had food and drink, and everything was relatively harmonious.

After waiting for three to five days or ten days or half a month, the food in every household will start to be eaten up, and that is when the real suffering begins.

After a short rest, the village chief called on everyone to hurry up.

There was constant noise outside the yard, which indicated that more and more people were fleeing famine.

As we walked, we could hear discussions from other villages, saying that some villages were flooded with only roofs left, and some families had people who did not escape and were washed away by the flood.

Everyone was in a heavy mood and hurried on their way without wasting a moment. Who knew where the flood would spread to or whether it would flood over them.

It had been raining for almost two days and one night with no sign of stopping. Everyone was walking in the mud.

Yu Suihuan felt that his feet were icy and cold in the water, and he didn't know when it would end.

"Ouch!"

“Wow, mother…”

As a woman screamed and a child cried, everyone turned around to look.

Not far away in the middle of the road, a thin woman was lying in the mud, holding a baby of two or three years old in her arms.

The woman didn't care whether she was bruised or not, and quickly picked up the child from the mud.

"Tiewa, don't cry. It's all mom's fault. Did you fall?"

A woman who lived not far from the two of them and was also from the same village hurried forward and helped the woman and child up from the ground.

A limping man pushed a tattered wheelbarrow and walked up to the mother and son with some difficulty.

"Lan'er, are you okay? Let me hold the child."

The man tightened his large backpack and reached out to pick up the child.

"Boss, your leg is already injured. You're pushing the cart, carrying so many things, and holding the child. You must be exhausted. Let me hold the child."

The woman named Lan'er's eyes turned red and she refused to hand the child over.

Because she was born with blurry vision, she had never been able to find a good marriage. When she was nearly 20 years old, she was married to Li Dazhuang, an orphan from Lijia Village, with the help of her aunt.

After marriage, the man never disliked her eyes and treated her very well.

She was quite capable and gave Li Dazhuang a son in less than a year, and their relationship became even better.

Qiulan was also very grateful to God for allowing her to marry such a good man.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. A while ago, Li Dazhuang injured his leg while working outside. If they went to the town to see a doctor, it would cost too much money, and the two of them could not afford it at all.