Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Tie Wenqin hurried back, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn blacksmithing from me? That means you're half my disciple. It won't hurt to give you a piece of cake."

Walk faster, walk faster. This throat-rattling thing will take him three days to digest just one. He really can't eat a second one.

There were many delicious delicacies in front of him, but he did not cherish them. Now he regrets it as he has to eat whole grain bread every day.

Regret! Hate! Why didn't he eat a few more bites?

After dinner, everyone got up to practice martial arts again after digesting their food for a while.

Lin Yuanxiu had already made up his mind that he would stand in Song Pan'er's "dark side". So, when everyone was practicing shooting with Yang Shaochun, Song Pan'er took Lin Yuanxiu and more than 20 girls and wives to the side to learn how to take lives in the shortest time.

Feng Chunya also wanted to learn, but was ruthlessly driven away by Song Paner.

"Cousin, if you improve your medical skills enough and understand every part of the human body, killing people won't be a piece of cake. You should hurry up and practice your marksmanship."

Song Pan'er really didn't want another lunatic in the team, she was enough.

The girls and wives studied very seriously. They knew very well that the skills they were learning now were not only for the purpose of staying with the young master, but also the basis for their own survival in the future.

Although they have secretly made up their minds to follow the young master forever.

If the young master tells them to go east, they will never go west.

After practicing, everyone found their own sleeping spot and lay down quietly to rest.

It has to be said that even the youngest three dogs have not complained for all these days. Everyone is very obedient. In order to stay with Song Pan'er, they are extremely diligent in reading and learning to read, as well as practicing martial arts.

Song Pan'er was satisfied with them. In less than half a month, they would reach Wushan Cliff.

Whether it can go smoothly depends on the performance of these people.

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A strange team walked under the scorching sun.

Everyone was wearing a straw hat, so their faces couldn't be seen clearly.

Some refugees saw the carts they were pushing and saw the carts full of belongings, and their eyes were dim.

But among this group of people, even the blind old woman who was being pushed on the cart had an axe on her waist, not to mention the little boy who looked even shorter than his waist and was holding a dagger in his hand.

If the women carrying bags found someone looking at them with malicious eyes, they would glance at them expressionlessly and then touch the weapons at their waists.

Yang Shaochun was exploring the way ahead and came back after a while with a very ugly look on his face.

"Master, the people ahead...are from Yangjia Village."

Song Pan'er nodded, "Then just rest here and don't go to the front."

He turned around and informed the people behind him to find a less crowded place beside the official road to rest. After they had taken a few steps, Zhang Honghua followed.

"What's going on?" she asked in a low voice.

No one knows a son better than his mother. Looking at his expression, I knew something must have happened.

It would have been fine if she hadn't asked, but as soon as she asked, Yang Shaochun's face became completely gloomy.

"Yang Shaoping's wife gave birth to a baby, and he wanted to give the child to me."

The Yang Shaoping he mentioned was his eldest cousin, one of the people who had watched him die without helping him.

Zhang Honghua spat bitterly upon hearing this. "I think he's just too ugly to be true! If you can't afford to raise a child, then don't give birth. And you still want to force the baby on you? Shameless! What a jerk!"

Yang Shaochun was also very angry. His father was killed by bandits while trying to save the villagers, but Yangjia Village drove him and his mother out. His uncles even divided up their luggage.