Escape from famine: Daddy stands up, Dali girl lies down

"Baozi, am I as bad as those bad guys?" Lin Shu murmured while hugging Baozi.

Those scenes flashed through her mind from time to time, and she even felt that she was as careless about human life as those people.

Otherwise, why would someone take the initiative to kill someone?

"Woof woof woof~" (The little master is not a bad person, he is just trying to get rid of harm for the people.)

Baozi lay on her lap, screaming and shaking his head.

Seeing that the little master was still frowning, he simply jumped and danced in the yard to make her happy.

"Puff! Baozi, thank you for being there."

Seeing the sensible Baozi, Lin Shu’s worries disappeared and she regained her mood.

She was afraid that the murder would be discovered, so she didn't want to stay here and hugged Baozi.

"Baozi, I'm taking Dahei out, you take care of the house!"

'Woof woof woof~' (Wrapped on the bun.)

"Our Baozi is so well behaved! m~u~a~"

Lin Shu happily gave Baozi a slap, which made Baozi spin around his tail, unable to tell the directions for a moment.

"Hahaha!!!"

Lin Shu laughed happily, all the gloom in her heart dissipated, and she shouted towards the ranch.

"Dahei, come back soon."

'Dinger~dinger~dinger~whisper~'

The big black dog came running with its hooves raised, stopped its front hooves in front of its little master, and greeted him warmly with its big head.

Lin Shu staggered and quickly hugged Dahei's big head, scolding with a smile.

"Dahei, you are naughty again."

“Whee~Whee~Whee~”

Dahei grinned foolishly, exhaled heavily from his nose, and rubbed his little master affectionately.

It likes the feeling of speeding, especially when it overtakes a group of four-legged animals, and its head can be raised to the sky.

...

Lin Shu put a scarf on Dahei, held the reins, waved her hand, and flashed out of the space with Baozi.

"Shu'er~"

"Shu'er~"

A suppressed voice came from the wind, rolling in the throat like a low sob.

Lin Shu's ears moved slightly, and when she listened carefully, she could only hear the rustling sound in the wind.

She didn't dare to stay here. The strong smell of blood lingered at her nose, making her feel nauseous.

Lin Shu walked in the dry grass, holding the reins, taking one step deep and one step shallow. Dahei ignored the dry grass.

At this time, Lin Shu completely gave up the idea of ​​going to the city gate.

She had heard from Father Lin that there were many refugees stranded there and it was extremely chaotic.

So we walked back along the river, and there were correspondingly fewer people we met at night.

...

"Shu'er~Shu'er, where are you?"

Lin Erzhuang's heart sank continuously. He wiped his face, which was already covered with tears.

"Shu'er, my dear Shu'er!"

Mrs. Wu staggered behind, falling down countless times but still shouting with a hoarse voice.

Lin Shu paused, the sound of the wind this time was very familiar.

"Father! Mother!"

Lin Shu's cry was so sincere and heartfelt, like a person walking in the desert seeing an oasis.

She quickly climbed onto the big black horse and shouted with her head raised.

"Father! Mother!"

"It's Shu'er's voice, it's Shu'er!"

Lin Erzhuang cried with joy and shook Wu's shoulders with both tears and laughter.

"It's our Shu'er, it's Shu'er.

Wow, my dear! You made me look for you so hard!"

Wu, who was overly happy, performed another stunt, which Lin Shu found extremely beautiful.

"Mom, I will never dislike you crying again." Lin Shu murmured.

...

The three of them followed the sound and Mrs. Wu burst into tears again. The father and daughter could only shake their heads helplessly.

Lin Shu didn't mention the murder. Some things are better left to one's own knowledge. She didn't want to be treated as a little monster.

Even if that person is the father or mother of this body.

Because, in certain situations, people will say anything without restraint.

After this separation, Lin Shu also thought a lot.

By the river, a family of three sat on the shaft of a cart, each holding a rice bowl in their hands, and buried their heads in work.

After dinner, Wu cleaned up the dishes and went to the river to wash them, and the father and daughter could see her at a glance.

"Dad, do we have to wait any longer?"

"..."

Lin Erzhuang was silent for a long time, then he placed his big hand on Lin Shu's head and spoke softly.

"What do you think, Shu'er?"

“From what you said, there are more and more refugees outside the city.

I think if I stay any longer, what happened a while ago will most likely happen again.

It will take some time to find the lost people, so we might as well go to the next town.

Also, Dad, don’t you think there’s something wrong with the assassination in the city? "

Lin Shu couldn't help but think of the dark shadow flying over the inn and the assassin who suddenly appeared at the South City Gate.

All this shows that things are serious.

After all, I've watched so many TV dramas and read so many novels, it must not be what she thinks.

Otherwise, many people will lose their lives.

...

"All of our family members will be gone. We will leave at dawn." Lin Erzhuang said resolutely.

"Dad is still wise!" Lin Shu flattered.

She got into the carriage and took out a bag of black flour and a bag of old rice mixed with bran, each bag weighing only twenty pounds.

After thinking about it, he took out half a jar of coarse salt, a small jar of pickled cucumber strips, and a stack of chipped bowls he collected from his grandfather's house.

It was already midnight when the family of three returned to the depression. Wu Yidao, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the noise.

When the old man saw the familiar Dahei, he knew that it was his beloved grandson who had returned.

With red eyes, he watched the little figure jump off the mule cart and stretch out his hands to hug the little guy who rushed towards him.

"My dear grandson, please stop scaring grandpa."

"Grandpa, you are crying, hehe!"

Lin Shu smiled and fed the old man before coaxing him to sleep.

She woke up her two injured brothers and rebandaged their wounds. They burst into tears when they ate the familiar meals.

"Little sister, we will never leave you again."

The two young men expressed their vows one after another and patted their chests to make promises one after another.

Lin Shu just smiled and didn't take their words seriously.

The unknown road is still very long, who can predict what will happen next!

...

The mule cart traveling on the road attracted many covetous eyes.

Lin Erzhuang, Lin Hongyi and Lin Hongtian each held a sharp machete and stared at the refugees coming and going with a fierce look.

The old man Wu, who was driving the cart, was swinging the long whip in his hand, and would whip any refugees who came close without mercy.

The carriage was silent, no one dared to make a sound, and everyone, regardless of their age, held a weapon in their hands.

Or a stick, or a stone, or a spoon, or a shovel.

Lin Shu leaned against the rear wall of the carriage, holding the iron rod and looking outside through the gap.

Refugees with their families walked under the scorching sun, their eyes numb and empty, and many of them were injured.

The wound gave off a foul odor due to untimely treatment, which mixed with the smell of sweat on the body and attracted swarms of green flies.

'Hoo~da~hoo~da~'

A gorgeous horse-drawn carriage traveled side by side with a mule-drawn cart, and the sound of bells left behind gusts of fragrant air.

The wind blew up the snow-white curtains on the carriage, and a beautiful woman covered her face with a handkerchief, her brows slightly furrowed.

The pearl hairpins on her head jingled and her gorgeous clothes did not fit in with the other refugees outside.

Some refugees showed greed in their eyes and whispered to each other, pointing in the direction of the carriage.