The whole family traveled through ancient times and fled in an RV

"Beep! Beep beep!!" a car horn sounded.

The two people who were arguing stopped instantly and looked towards the vehicle.

The people on the other side were not fools. When they saw the three large carts, they knew that it was not an ordinary caravan. They knew about the vehicles and had seen them many times. They could run very fast without the use of animals!

The team with vehicles must be the officials of the country. They have seen the strength of the officials of the country. They took out the magic weapon and knocked down a group of people in the blink of an eye. They had no power to fight back and could not escape.

The winter was extremely cold and supplies were scarce, so the merchants who traded with their tribe suddenly stopped coming. It was probably because the road was blocked and they could not reach the grassland.

The sellers were gone, and the buyers needed to eat and drink! So they had to take risks and look for caravans again. To rob? Don't even think about it now, as the border with China is like an iron tower. If they wanted to rob, they could only rob caravans and passers-by, but in the winter there were few passers-by and caravans outside.

The caravans outside at this time are all powerful, and they also have to think carefully.

They saw the caravan from afar and saw that the guide was someone they knew, so they tried to come over and ask.

The tall and strong man lowered his voice and said, "Nadataya, are they really a caravan from the country?"

Nadataya squinted his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Whether it is or not, what does it have to do with you?"

The man next to the tall and strong man had been silent, observing the caravan not far away. He suddenly said, "We have gold, silver, and high-quality wool. Do they want them?"

Nadataya looked at the man, restrained his expression, and said, "I'll go ask."

Nadataya wanted to be a guide on the grassland, so he didn't dare to offend the people there. He rode his horse and turned to the carriage behind him.

Not long after, Natataya came back and said to the man respectfully, "They agree to sell goods to you. What goods do you want, how much do you want, and what price can you offer? Wait for them to come back from the Darijita tribe, and then we will discuss it. Just wait here tomorrow. They said they have enough goods."

The man nodded, "What time tomorrow?"

Nadataya thought for a moment and said, "We will be here by noon tomorrow."

Man: “It’s a deal.”

Nadataya: "It's a deal. You know the integrity of the country."

The man glanced at the convoy, made a gesture, and the men turned back.

On the second day, the caravan returned from the Darijita tribe with their goods exchanged for wool and sheepskin.

Lin Zisu saw from a distance a group of people and horses stopping in the snow and waiting.

Is this the place where we met yesterday? Lin Zisu thought it looked the same! The endless snowy grasslands all looked the same! Is this the natural talent of races to recognize roads?!

If it weren’t for the guide and RV navigation, Lin Zisu wouldn’t have known where she had driven the RV.

Lin Zisu has always felt that these deserts, grasslands, snow-capped mountains... outdoor guides are really good at finding their way!

Lin Zisu watched the translation on the monitor in the car yesterday, so she naturally knew what they said. The deputy asked her on the walkie-talkie.

When you go out to trade goods, you can't just bring the agreed amount of goods. You can only bring more, never less. There is still a lot of goods on the big ship. It has come so far to trade.

The group of people got a little excited when they saw the caravan coming, as they were running low on salt and tea.

The caravan turned right and followed them to their tribe to trade.

Is there any risk in following?

When you go out, risks are everywhere!

If you want to ensure your own safety, you have to rely on luck or strength.

Soldiers are aware of life and death, and will not give up their mission just because it is dangerous.

We walked until dark, more than 6 hours later, and finally arrived at their tribe.

The women and children were all very excited to see the men returning and bringing with them the caravan.

Kill the sheep, make milk tea, and entertain them warmly.

At dawn the next day, the caravan set out for its return trip.

The caravan returned from the grassland with a full load of wool, sheepskin, beef and dairy products obtained from the exchange of goods. The caravan sped up to the seaside dock, loaded the goods on the boat, rested for a night, and then set off again with the goods needed by the grassland people.

This time, there were not only Lin Zisu and his team, but a total of 10 teams. The 10 teams had a unified mission, which was to contact the grassland tribes, exchange the goods on the ship for goods on the grassland, and bring back as many people as possible who wanted to live in the country.

In December, snowflakes began to fall in the south. Lin Zisu, who had been on duty for more than a month, finally got off the ship and drove the RV to Pier No. 12 in Xinghai City.

After Lin Zisu handed over her mission to the army, she hurried to Qingxi Town. She received a letter on the boat, and her brother also received the letter and was also rushing back.

When Lin Zisu arrived at Qingxi Town, she saw a vast expanse of white from a distance.

Lin Lizheng is old, and birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal state of life.

Lin Zisu stopped the car and walked to Ben Shuye's house. Seeing the white cloth hanging and the people wearing linen, she couldn't help but feel a sore nose and wiped her eyes.

Old lady Wang came over with white cloth and linen clothes. Lin Zisu squatted down and let her grandmother wrap the mourning cloth on her head and put on the linen clothes.

She walked to the funeral hall, "Mrs. Wu, please accept my condolences! Mr. Benshu, please accept my condolences!"

Old Mrs. Wu nodded, "Good boy! Your grandfather must be very pleased to know that you rushed back to see him off for the last time... Woo woo..."

"Grandma Wu, please take care of yourself." Lin Zisu wiped her blurry eyes, lit three incense sticks, and knelt down to kowtow.

On the second and third days, young people who were on business trips, working, or carrying out missions, or developing in other places, all came back one after another.

Li Daya changed her given name to He Xuemei when she applied for her ID card. She went to Ryukyu Island to develop her career five years ago. She asked for leave as soon as she received the news and finally returned the day before the funeral.

The dozen or so children that they had met on the way to escape, as well as Zhao Liang and his wife and their two daughters, all rushed back to Qingxi Town to attend Lin Lizheng's funeral.

Even though everyone settled in Qingxi Town and Lin Lizheng was no longer the head of the village, he was still the head of the village in everyone's heart.

On the day of the funeral, it was snowing lightly. Yellow paper money was scattered into the sky, slowly falling down and covering the thin snow on the ground.

Eight men carried Lin Lizheng’s coffin and walked in front. Hundreds of people in the funeral procession blocked the way in front of the coffin. Amid the sound of weeping, they knelt down and bowed, stood up, retreated, knelt down and bowed, stood up, retreated… All the way to the foot of the mountain, the funeral procession knelt on both sides of the road and let the coffin bearers carry the coffin over, up the mountain, and bury it.

Once the yellow earth covers the ground, a person's life comes to an end.

After returning from the funeral, everyone wore green leaves on their heads and washed their hands with water made from orange leaves in the wooden basin at the door before entering.

When Lin Zisu returned home, Shen Xianglan asked the three of them to wash their faces with hot water and drink a cup of ginger and sugar water to ward off the cold.

Lin Youcai drank half a cup of warm ginger sugar water and said with emotion: "Time flies! The village head passed away in his sleep. He was old and not tortured by illness. He died of old age. That's good."

Shen Xianglan: "In ancient times, Mr. Lin lived to be over 70 years old and died of natural causes. He was a long-lived old man! Birth, aging, sickness and death are something that everyone has to experience."

"I can't believe it! I was shocked when I received the news! Before winter, Mr. Lin looked in good spirits! I heard from Lin Youxing that he had a good appetite!" Lin Xianwen said, rubbing his nose with his fingers.

Lin Youcai: "Old people are like this. If you are not careful, they may be gone one day."

“When people are alive, take good care of them and show more concern for them. When people die, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.” Shen Xianglan finished a cup of ginger sugar water before she felt her body warming up a little.

Lin Zisu: "The dead are gone, and the living should live well!"

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