Traveling through troubled times to escape famine and cultivate crops as a grain merchant

Such high-intensity training also brought about a result, which is that her appetite increased dramatically.

She used to eat four and a half bowls of rice at each meal, and after her injury healed she would eat four bowls, which would make her half full. Now, four bowls of rice feel like a base after she eats them, and she can't hear anything.

Not only was he not full but he was also tortured so hard that the fat on his face was visibly gone.

Li stopped immediately and said to Mr. Zhao, "Sir, I know you are doing this for our Guoguo's sake, but you also know that there is not enough food at home now. This child has a big appetite. Four bowls of rice could barely fill her up before, but now four bowls are not enough. There are so many children to feed at home. You can't let all the children starve just for her. Do you think she should practice less?"

The old man said apologetically, "I didn't expect this child to have such a big appetite. She can't not eat enough, but she won't say anything. Okay, I'll adjust."

The intensity of the training was immediately reduced to half.

Zhou Guo also breathed a sigh of relief. It was not pleasant to practice martial arts on an empty stomach every day, and she did not want the old man to waste his efforts. She thought that if she could persist, she should persist, and if she couldn't, she could deal with it later.

The old man pointed at her little head and said, "You are such a stubborn ass. How can you be so stubborn at such a young age? You have a big appetite, so why didn't you say anything? I am not an old stubborn person who doesn't understand human feelings. I let you practice martial arts even though I knew you were hungry. I am your master, and there is nothing a master cannot say."

Zhou Guo touched her head. The main reason was that she had not yet gotten over this identity. She forgot that in ancient times, a master was not someone you could just worship casually. He had to take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life. He was the same father as you.

But she couldn't say that, and said, "Master, I'm just anxious. We have so many things, and we may be targeted at any time. If I practice a little more every day, I can better protect my family and everyone."

The master said, "You have three heads and six arms, how many can you beat by yourself? This depends on everyone. You see, they follow me to do horse stance when they have nothing to do. I also taught them a set of stick techniques. They should practice with me whenever they have nothing to do these few days. Even if they only practice for two days, the fighting power of so many people will not be comparable to before. You are just a kid, so don't worry so much. Be careful not to grow up."

Zhou Guo also saw everyone's efforts, so she was so anxious. Everyone was working hard, so there was no reason for her not to work hard. She really didn't want to see anyone else die in the team. These were all living lives around her, the backbone of the family, and the future and hope.

So she also knew that she couldn't go on like this, so it would be better to reduce the intensity by half, because haste makes waste.

The team practiced as they walked.

Zhou Guo led everyone in the mountains and followed the traces left by the previous people, moving forward with difficulty, constantly adjusting their direction.

Finally, on the morning of the ninth day, they walked out of the mountains.

The official road was not far away, and everyone cheered, "We are finally out, thank God, we don't have to settle down in the mountains anymore."

"Damn it, this detour is so long, it wastes so much of our time!"

Zhou Guo looked intently at the official road. They had not walked on the official road many times along the way, but every time they were on the official road, there would always be a lot of people.

This time it was no surprise. The people on the pipeline ahead were not crowded, but not much better either. They were all refugees. The refugees here were no different from those they had seen before. They were starving and lost their shape. They fell weakly on the side of the road, staring at the passing carts with their eyes wide open, but they didn't even have the strength to get up.

Their eyes were dark, their cheeks were sunken, and their bodies were so thin that they were just frames. If their eyes hadn't been still moving, she would have doubted whether these people were dead or alive.

"It doesn't look like it's hungry, but rather it looks like it's sick!" said Mr. Zhao.

Zhou Guo shuddered, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked stiffly at the people lying on the roadside. The more he looked, the more it seemed to be the case.

The village head hurried over and said, "Let me take a look, let me take a look... Oh, it looks like he has some serious illness. What is this disease? Is it some kind of plague?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone started to stir, and the atmosphere suddenly became uneasy. "The plague is contagious, so what should we do? Should we go back?"

We will die if we go back. Without water and food, we can only survive for a few days.

Not knowing whether to retreat or advance, everyone was panicked and at a loss as to what to do, and all looked at the head of the village.

The head of the village didn't pay attention either. He was not a doctor and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't help but look at Mr. Zhao. What could Mr. Zhao do? He was not a doctor either.

Everyone turned their eyes to Zhou Guo again, this girl had the most ideas.

Zhou Guo looked at the situation and didn't know whether it was an infectious disease or caused by them drinking unclean water.

It would be best if you ate or drank something.

I tried my best to recall the isolation measures for infectious diseases and was about to tell the head of the village, but when I raised my eyes, I was met with the pitiful eyes of everyone.

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"Guoguo, do you have any ideas? You can give us medicine to drink, right? Last time we had a fever and they also had a fever, you used medicine to save them. Do you have any medicine for us to drink this time?"

This reminded everyone of her great achievements, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, and they all said, "Yes, yes, Guoguo, you should think of a solution."

The crowd was noisy for a while.

Zhou Guo didn't say anything either. He raised his hand to signal everyone to stop making noise, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

She said, "We don't know whether those people in front of us have the plague or not, and we don't know if there are any more people like this in front of us. If so, how widespread is the plague? Are there any more people like this in front of us? Without medicine, all we can do is try our best to avoid being infected, that is, not to have direct contact with these people. Now, everyone, find all the extra clothes in your home, and wrap everyone in your home from head to toe, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. When you pass by these people, don't stop or look around, just walk past quickly. In order to prevent someone from rushing up, everyone should hold a long stick in their hands, and women, children, the elderly and the weak should be in the middle. Don't take off the clothes wrapped on your head, and don't expose your mouth and nose."

Everyone listened quietly.

After listening, he quickly rummaged through his luggage.

Some families don’t have that many clothes, so they borrow from other families. If they can’t borrow, they just put the clothes in sacks.

After everyone had packed up, she took everyone out.

The young and strong were all on the outermost edge, and in the middle were the carts, luggage, the elderly, the weak, women and children.

As soon as they came out, they attracted everyone's attention.

There was no other reason. This group of people were wrapped from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes visible on their bodies. They looked weird no matter how you looked at them. No one knew where they came from. Everyone had a weapon in their hands, such as sickles, hoes, axes and sticks. They looked like they were not to be trifled with.