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Fubao couldn't muster the strength, but still said angrily: "Master, where have you been?"

Listening to his question, Qingyang didn't feel guilty at all, and raised the fruit in his hand: "There is a fruit forest in front, the fruits here are delicious, try some."

He gently threw one to her, and Fubao picked it up feebly: "It's all over, you're back."

Qingyang spread his hands: "It's fine as long as it's solved. I believe you have the ability to do it. After all, I don't accept trash." As he said that, he took a big bite of the green and red fruit.

Fubao helplessly let Zhao Xiuer wipe her body, the long period of stitching made her exhausted. But at the same time, she overcame a hurdle in her heart.

Qingyang looked at her nonchalantly: "How is it? How does it feel when you save someone's life?"

Fubao thought for a long time and didn't answer. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of soil and horse manure rushed into her nose. After she came to her senses, she was irritated by the smell and said, "Ugh—" but nothing came out.

Qingyang retreated repeatedly, but did not completely ignore it: "Try the fruit quickly."

Fu Bao listened to his urging, looked at the almost completely green fruit, and said weakly: "You eat the red ones and give me the green ones? Are you my dear master?"

Qingyang chewed the fruit: "Is that enough, cousin? Master..."

Fubao looked at his "cousin master" viciously, his eyes fell on the sour-looking fruit, he closed his eyes, made up his mind, and bit down!

The sweet and slightly sour taste immediately dispelled her nausea. The fruit had a strong smell, and the moment she bit into it, the smell of the surrounding body was almost covered by it.

Fubao showed an expression of "I see" and looked at Qingyang who kept talking: "Thank you, Master!"

Qingyang: "Oh! You're not calling me cousin master anymore, you're calling me Xie master now?"

The whole family listened to their jokes and watched the fun from the side.

Xiaoshui temporarily paid twice the price, bought the carriage from the store, and took the seriously injured soldier on the road.

Xiaoshui: "He can't stay here. Those rebels will never let him go. As soon as we get to Yuzhou, I will take him away immediately. I won't bother you for too long..."

Li Huaiqing frowned: "What's the trouble with you kid? You just say these foreign words to make people angry."

Fubao looked at Xiaoshui and said, "That's right! Grandpa is right! Uncle Xiaoshui, this is my patient. I am responsible for curing him. You can't send him away secretly before he gets better!"

Xiao Shui's stern face softened: "Okay, I was wrong, I won't say it again in the future."

After saying that, Qingyang packed four snacks while they were chatting, and everyone got back into the car and continued on their journey.

It was getting dark, so Xiaoshui quickened his pace: "Let's try to get to the next village before dark."

Several people responded, and half an hour later, dusk fell. Under the cold white light of the moon, the family was still rushing on the road.

Fubao's body was a little tense because she found that the drowsy Qingyang had sat up straight and looked like he was ready to jump out of the car and run away at any time.

The little hand was faster than the brain, and it grabbed his sleeve first: "Master, what are you going to do?"

Qingyang's body stiffened, obviously he didn't expect her to react so quickly, so he made up a lie: "To relieve myself!" After that, he flipped over lightly and jumped off the ox cart.

Fubao immediately called out to Xiaoshui: "Uncle Xiaoshui, don't go, wait a moment!"

Several people stopped the car obediently and looked at her in confusion.

Fubao: "Master has gone to the bathroom, let's wait for him." Li Shuangrong nodded and pulled the cotton thread on his sleeve boredly.

After sitting for too long, Fubao felt his legs were numb, so he slowly stood up and stretched his body. When he turned his head, he saw a bunch of fires swaying in the silent night.

Fu Bao whispered, "Who are those people? Why are they all standing still in the wasteland?"

The family members then stood up and looked in the direction she pointed: "Exactly, what are they doing? Why are they all standing around the fire without moving?"

While thinking, Xiaoshui drew out his long knife: "Who discovered us? Put out the fire quickly!"

Zhang Ercui, who had just lit the candles and was about to hang up the lanterns to light the way, hurriedly blew out the candles and sat back in her seat guiltily.

But it was clear that they would not give up. The moonlight cast a group of dark shadows approaching quickly: "Don't fight with me! They are all mine!"

"Finally some new stuff has arrived! I'm starving to death!"

"Grandma, I'm hungry, woo woo woo——"

Chaotic noises arose, almost surrounding them.

Their chattering voices fell into Fubao's ears, and she said anxiously: "Quick! Get out of the car! Run over here!"

She led the way, leaving two carriages behind, leaving only the smallest carriage to carry the wounded, and the rest followed on foot.

Fubao: "Follow us! Let's just squat down later. I believe they are not trying to kill us." As he spoke, those people were already approaching with torches in hand.

The whole family hid in the grass half a person's height and watched them rush forward like mad dogs, stabbing their knives into the bodies of the cows and donkeys.

Fubao covered his mouth and dared not make a sound.

Those people circled around the car: "Where are the people? Where did they go?"

But they just turned around symbolically and then went forward to fight for it. The cows and donkeys let out miserable cries in the night, which made them tremble in their hearts.

Li Shuangrong clenched his fists and tried to rush forward, but Fubao pulled his sleeve tightly and said, "Father! Forget it. There are too many of them. We will suffer if we go."

The cow had accompanied them through mountains and rivers since it was bought, but now it was being dismembered right before their eyes.

They were all very angry, but they could do nothing. More than a hundred people came over one after another, scrambling for it with green eyes.

In the end, the crowd dispersed, leaving only bloodstains and two skins on the ground... Li Shuangrong was silent for a while, then dug a hole and buried them on the side of the road.

Fu Bao knew that he was upset. He had chosen the cow, fed it and driven it every day, and he had already developed feelings for it. But now...

Xiaoshui drove the carriage far away, so that they could escape his sight. When he hurried over, he saw only bloodstains and an empty carriage.

The scar on Xiaoshui's face looked even more hideous, but what he said was surprising: "The rebels are lurking at the borders of Linzhou and other states. Ever since that damn declaration of war was announced, they all jumped out. They burned, killed, looted, and gathered money along the way to Linzhou."

The Li family listened in silence as he told the story of these people: "They are all poor people who were robbed. Their village was looted and they couldn't survive, so they gathered together to escape. In other words, they are refugees."

They still haven't recovered from their grief. They are refugees, and now they have no household registration, and they are also refugees away from their homes.

Fubao looked around tiredly, but he didn't know when Qingyang came over. He was driving two oxen and standing behind them.