Taking space to escape famine, Sister Wan killed everyone along the way

The village chief's mood dropped quickly, and Qin Qingyun and Qin Wanwan noticed it in an instant.

"Grandpa Village Chief, our village is a whole. We have a common goal and we support each other. Our village is not like other refugee groups that are always scheming against each other. The fact that our village can get here safely is not the credit of any one person, but the credit of all of us.

You don't have to think too much. Everyone is contributing to the team in the area they are good at. Even a child, a child still in the arms of his mother, crying for food, is trying hard to control his emotions and try not to cause trouble to the adults.

You said that a little kid is so sensible. As someone who is about to come of age, shouldn't it be my duty to do my best for our team?"

Although he had done a lot for this refugee group, they were mutually beneficial. Wasn't his family also relying on the power of the villagers?

If they were the only family fleeing the famine, not to mention the troubles they would encounter along the way, just having to keep watch at night would be a hassle.

To be honest, the village chief was moved. He was moved by the villagers of Daqin Village, Qin Qingyun's family, and even the Song family.

Fu Wan was right. Each of them was contributing to the team, even a hungry baby.

"You're right, but I'm sure everyone has noticed the contributions of each person. Once we settle down, we won't forget them!"

She understood what the village chief said, smiled and said nothing more.

At noon, the people of Daqin Village saw the tall city wall from afar. This time they did not continue to move forward, but went directly into the small path next to it and walked towards the mountains and forests.

They want to stay away from people.

They knew the situation at the city gate without having to get close. Not to mention the corpses lying everywhere, even the despair emanating from those infected with the plague or those dying or almost starving to death was heartbreaking to watch.

Not to mention that they might be robbed or infected with the plague at any time. They are already tired from traveling day after day. In the past, they only had to guard against being robbed, but now they have to guard against being infected with the plague. It is better to stay away from them as soon as possible. They would rather go into the woods to prevent those wild beasts or poisonous insects that may pounce on them at any time.

But what they didn't know was that they were not the only refugee group who had such thoughts, and the forest was not as quiet as they had imagined.

They had a lot of ox carts and horse carts, so they could only stay on the outskirts of the forest. It was difficult to go further inside, so they found a relatively open area and started to set up camp.

Some people were assigned to collect some firewood. The women started to build a fire to boil water and cook, while the men started to set up tents.

Fortunately, Fu Wan thought of making a tent, and they followed suit. They had already put on long-sleeved shirts, long pants and cloth shoes. The weather was not so hot at night, so wearing these was not so uncomfortable. However, the temperature during the day was still very high. If they exposed their bodies, they might be infected with the plague if they were bitten by insects or ants. Now that they had a tent, they didn't have to worry at all.

I took off my clothes, went into the tent, and lay on the mat. The temperature in the forest was a little lower than outside, so it was actually more comfortable than before.

They moved quickly, and soon the aroma of food wafted out.

Because it was far away from the city gate and some distance away from the refugees, the people of Daqin Village did not continue to eat dry food. Instead, they put some meat that they had not eaten in the past few days, added some dried vegetables, put a circle of pancakes on it, and boiled two pots of water, hoping to have a good meal.

Looking at the smoke rising from the pot, everyone's eyes were filled with heat, and smelling the fragrant aroma, they felt like they were alive again.

In the early days of fleeing famine, they did not have such high requirements for food. As long as they had something to eat and something to drink and could escape to their destination alive, that was enough.

But along the way, they had enough food and drink, and even had some meat from time to time. Gradually, they adapted to this kind of life, and these days of fleeing famine were even better than their previous New Year days.

But we all come from hard times, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t have food. They won’t force you or be picky. As long as you have something to eat and drink, it’s enough. But the problem is that they have it!

Not only food and water, but also meat!

In order not to arouse the desires of other refugees and for the safety of the team, they have been eating dry food these days.

But there are countless people who want to grab the dry food, not to mention the hot meal cooked in the pot, not to mention the meat.

"It smells so good! Not to mention eating it, even if I just smell this aroma, I feel like I can walk another twenty miles." Qin Shitou smelled the food made by his wife, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated, which immediately made Chen Zhaodi laugh.

"Look at your useless look. What's the point of just smelling it? Listen to me, we'll eat later. Eat as much as you want."

"Hey!" Qin Shitou nodded heavily.

After this meal, I don’t know when the next good meal will come. It’s not always possible to have such a good opportunity to find a place without other refugees.

Song Shuyi was also cooking, adding some Lao Gan Ma that her daughter had brought out to the dishes, and the aroma immediately came out. Qin Qingyun was adding firewood on the side, and although he usually had a poor appetite, he couldn't help but sniff.

Old Master Song was even more exaggerated. He stood by and kept rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth. "When will it be better? When will it be better? I, an old man, can't bear it anymore. I have been eating dry food for so long, and today I finally have a decent meal."

Old Master Song felt so tempted that he couldn't help but jog over after assigning homework to those brats. Even if he couldn't eat the food, the smell would satisfy his craving. But why did his craving get worse the more he satisfied?

Yes, since he stopped practicing martial arts these days, Mr. Song has become the teacher of the entire Daqin Village, teaching some simple words to those children who have never been enlightened.

Their calligraphy practice was also very simple. The old man wrote and drew on the ground, and a group of children gathered together, and then followed the old man's writing and drawing with wooden sticks and wrote and drew on the ground.

The siblings from the Song and Qin families also taught the children to practice calligraphy. Some of them practiced names, and some practiced the names of common things in life.

However, in addition to teaching writing, Mr. Song also has another task, which is to teach children some knowledge from books or tell them some stories.

Mr. Song’s teaching style is humorous and entertaining, which can keep even the most naughty children seated.