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

In the morning, after breakfast, the group set off along the trail.

Tie Wenqin knew the approximate route and said that they would reach the county town after going down the mountain.

Everyone did not suspect anything and walked in the direction he pointed.

Then... after walking for a whole morning, we were still wandering around the barren mountains.

Everyone:…

Song Pan'er couldn't stand it any longer, "Grandpa Tie, are you sure you didn't remember the wrong way?"

Tie Wenqin scratched the handle of the hammer, his voice weakening, "Should... should..."

Song Dahe fanned Qian Jinfeng with a fan and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. He sincerely suggested, "Why don't you take a rest first? Recover your strength."

The others nodded, "Let's take a break first."

Lin Chengxiu put down the cart, and Yang Shaochun handed him the bamboo tube filled with water. He took it and took a big gulp.

In fact, he really wanted to talk to Song Pan'er and tell her that he could guarantee his loyalty to the Song family for his entire life and would never betray them, and asked if she could use her magical powers to take the cart away.

Besides, they had all tried, but whenever they tried to tell others about the strangeness of Song Pan'er, they would not be able to make any sound in their throats, and they could not write it down.

Since it has come to this, why don’t we just go empty-handed? Pushing the cart is really tiring, and even an eight-foot tall man can’t carry it.

But he didn't dare to say it. He felt that if he disrupted the existing peaceful atmosphere, not only the Song family, but also the other people in the team would kill him first.

At the moment, I am in a state where I know everything but have to pretend that I know nothing.

They found an open place to stop. Some people collected firewood, some cooked, and Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng pulled Song Paner to the side.

"My daughter, please ask your master how to get down the mountain." Song Dahe said, clasping his hands together and bowing devoutly to the sky.

Qian Jinfeng followed suit and bowed, muttering, "Merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, we didn't mean to bother you with such a small matter. It was really that guy Lao Tie who led the way in the wrong way. Please don't blame my Pan'er, blame Lao Tie if you want to."

Song Pan'er was stunned. She remembered that there seemed to be a model among the pencil cases sold in the supermarket with a compass on it. She bowed and then sat cross-legged on the ground and closed her eyes.

She was good-looking and had a deliberately mysterious expression on her face. If she washed her face and changed into some pretty clothes, she would really have some of the aura of a fairy child under the Bodhisattva's seat.

As soon as she entered the supermarket, Song Paner started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets.

She had put all the stationery items on the shelf that she didn't need temporarily into large boxes. Now she had to find a thumb-sized compass among the two large boxes, which was a long and arduous task.

Song Pan'er was rummaging through the supermarket, cursing, while Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng were standing by her side, ready for action.

Zhang Honghua put the instant noodles into the pot, and reverently clasped her hands together and bowed in the direction of the family of three.

Seeing this, others followed suit and bowed as well.

Tie Wenqin came back with firewood and saw that they were mysterious and pious. He scratched his head and couldn't understand what they were doing.

After going through a lot of hardships, Song Paner finally found the pencil case at the bottom of the box.

But it was too obvious to carry the pencil case out like this, so she simply took off the small compass.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she met her mother's concerned gaze.

She grinned and opened her palm, revealing a black compass the size of her thumb.

"Mom, my master gave me a compass."

Song Dahe stared at the small "compass" and wanted to pick it up to have a look, but was afraid of hurting it.

What if such a tiny "immortal weapon" is broken?