Spring comes to the desperate place

The Li family made a lot of noise last night, and many people were watching around. Song Chunlin heard it clearly with his mental power, but no one was killed, so the village chief didn't care.

When they set out in the morning, Li Ergou was as quiet as a quail. Chen Yuer was very satisfied. It turned out that the scumbag deserved to be punished. He became much more obedient after a beating.

Song Chunlin followed the team out of boredom. There were so many people and they were hungry, so they couldn't walk fast. Song Chunlin was used to walking in the apocalypse, but he was alone at that time. While walking, he had to pay attention to whether a zombie would jump out from the surroundings, or whether there were any traps set by humans on the ground.

Compared to the end of the world, traveling now is like a walk to him.

The grass and trees along the way were still the same as in the previous few days. There were some, but they all looked half-dead. It was rare to come across a shady place with lush grass and trees. The village chief arranged for everyone to rest here, and some young and strong men took the lead in going into the mountains and forests to try to find water.

Song Chunlin also silently gave birth to a small grass, using the mutant plant's developed root system to shuttle frantically underground.

Fortunately, they lived up to everyone's expectations and found a stream, or a small ditch, not far from here. The water in it was shallow, and Song Chunlin had no way to transport spatial water over a long distance, so he tugged at his brother's clothes. Song Chunsheng understood and got up with his brother, following the army of people picking wild vegetables into the woods.

The team looking for water made a circle to the other side and happened to see the shallow stream when they came back. Everyone cheered and sent someone to notify everyone. The villagers then ran to the stream holding anything that could hold water in their hands.

Song Chunlin asked his brother to go back and get something, while he ran to the stream first. There was not much water flowing, and if he didn't take the opportunity to add some water, the water might be gone before everyone had time to fill it up.

Soon, Song Chunsheng came over with a few water bags, and Song Qinshi ran over carrying the only clay pot in the house.

Several people divided the work and started to fill water. The water flow was very shallow, so how much everyone could fill depended on luck.

Song Chunlin took the opportunity to fill up every water bag. All the water bags that passed through his hands were filled with space water. When the last water bag was full, Song Qin's pottery pot was also full. Song Chunlin had just taken advantage of the chaos to inject a lot of water into the stream. He estimated that when they finished drawing water, the stream would be completely dry.

The Song family acted quickly. The two brothers each held two water bags, Song Qin carried a pot and also held a water bag under her armpit. The mother and her two sons returned with a full load, but the others were not so lucky. Song Chunlin came back early and didn't know that some people behind him almost had a fight over a bag of water.

It was not until the lunch break the next day that Song A-mo heard some gossip from some old friends.

"I don't know what kind of drug Li Ergou was fed. He didn't have a bag of water in his own house, but filled it up for that little bitch. Tsk tsk, those two shameless guys were flirting with each other in front of everyone. Aren't they asking for a fight?"

Song Qinshi, who was standing by, listened attentively. Song A-mo lowered her voice and asked, "Did they really fight? That little bitch has so many lovers. Does the Li family woman really dare to hit her?"

The old woman rolled her eyes and said, "Why not? Li Ergou's family kicked Li Ergou in the heart, knocking him over and making him unable to get up. Then, they slapped Widow Huang twice. Didn't you see her face this morning? It was swollen like a pig. Her lover wanted to help, but Li Ergou's family really risked everything this time. After slapping her, they even snatched the water that Li Ergou had given her."

"What? Are you willing to rob Widow Huang?"

"Of course I don't want to. Li Ergou's family's water bag was taken away. Oh, it's not robbery. How can it be called robbery when someone takes their own things?"

Song A-mo covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's what he deserves. Finally someone is here to teach this bastard a lesson. His man died only a few days ago and he's already flirting with other women. If he hadn't been caught, he would have been thrown into the pig cage long ago."

"Isn't it? This time, Li Ergou's family can finally hold their heads high. When Li Ergou tried to use the family's things to help Widow Huang, his wife beat him down. I guess if she beats him a few more times, this idiot will behave himself."

Song Chunlin was holding a pancake and listening to gossip with great interest, but when he turned around, he saw that one of the protagonists in the gossip was looking at them with resentment. Why was he?

Song Chunlin shuddered subconsciously, shook his body, and turned his head back, but after thinking about it, he always felt that something was wrong, so he looked in the direction where Widow Huang was looking, and his face suddenly darkened.

After all this time, this guy has been staring at his cheap dad!

Holy shit, this guy’s next target won’t be his dad, right?

Song Chunlin's guess was correct. From that day on, the widow Huang always hung around Song Dazhuang intentionally or unintentionally. However, Song Dazhuang was a wooden man and hid when he saw her coming. In addition, the journey was tiring, so he didn't find any chance to meet Song Dazhuang alone along the way.

The team slowly walked south for a few days. One afternoon, while walking, an old man at the end of the team suddenly collapsed without any warning. When everyone went to check on him, he was already dead.

The atmosphere of the whole team suddenly became solemn. Based on the principle of burying the dead in peace, the village chief ordered the young men to dig a deep pit to bury the body, while his children, with wooden faces, put up a large stone as a mark.

This was the first death on the road to escape famine, and everyone was in a heavy mood. While it was still early, the village chief ordered people to continue on their journey.

Ironically, however, not far away from them, there was a village.

The village was very quiet and no one lived there, but the houses were intact and all locked. It was obvious that the people here had fled just like them.

"Village chief! There is water here!" A young man ran over excitedly. Under a big tree in the center of the village, there was actually a deep well. There was still water in the well. Although it didn't look like much, it was enough for them to drink their fill today, and they could also get a bag of water to take away tomorrow.

When everyone arrived at the well, they all cried with joy. The water in the deep well seemed to be much more than the small stream a few days ago. Now they could hold on for a while longer.

Just at this moment, a sharp cry broke out from the crowd.

“Dad!” The crying person happened to be the old man’s son. He knelt dejectedly on the ground, staring at the well with red eyes: “Why don’t you hold on for a few more steps? Just these few steps! Just these few steps…”

As he cried in despair, those family members seemed to have just realized what was happening. They fell to their knees on the ground and sobbed.