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

After the transaction was completed, Song Pan'er came over with a basin of seafood. "The one who taught me today was the Sea God. He said I performed well and gave this to me as a reward."

Feng Chunya exclaimed "Wow" and went over to take a look out of curiosity. The crabs in the basin were crawling around and the shrimps were jumping around.

"Pan'er, are we going to eat this tonight?" she asked with sparkling eyes.

She had only seen dry river crabs and tiny river shrimps in the river, and this was the first time she had seen one so big.

Song Pan'er nodded and couldn't help but slurp her saliva, "Cousin, eat more later."

Zhang Honghua had never cooked seafood before, so Song Pan'er asked her to steam the crabs and boil the shrimps, and then taught her how to prepare the dipping sauce.

Zhenzhu and Cuiyu were learning very seriously, and the others were watching. Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng squatted nearby, staring eagerly at the two large pots. They had never eaten before and couldn't wait to try it.

Worried that she wouldn't be full from just eating seafood, Zhang Honghua added another bowl of pancakes so that she could eat them when she was on her way tomorrow.

After dinner, everyone rubbed their round stomachs and began to walk around the camp to digest the food. Finally, Song Pan'er was so sleepy that she took a bag of large hawthorn pills from the pharmacy and gave one to everyone before calling it a day.

There was no conversation that night. We slept late last night and got up late today. The sun was already high in the sky when we set out.

Song Pan'er almost shed tears of sadness when she thought of the old donkey who was still unconscious at the station.

During this period of time, she felt that the soles of her feet had become thicker.

Fleeing from famine is hard...

The dog walked stealthily for three days and passed through a county town with its gates tightly closed.

After Song Pan'er's death, they could go into the city to rest, so everyone continued to take the path south.

There were too many corpses on the official road, and murders and food robberies occurred from time to time. They were too few in number, so they had to continue taking the more difficult path.

Many of the large groups were pushing carts, so it was not easy for them to take the official road. The small groups were even more afraid to take the small roads, fearing danger, and would rather follow behind the main group and take the official road.

This just happened to benefit Song Paner and his group who did the opposite.

Just go slower, at least it's safer than the official road.

This time the path may have been untouched for a long time, so it is more desolate than the ones I have walked on before.

In order to avoid getting lost, Song Pan'er once again took out her "magic weapon" - the compass, and handed it to Yang Shaochun, who was responsible for exploring the way.

The Yang family is a family of hunters, and Yang Shaochun used to follow them up the mountain, so he is slightly more experienced than the others.

Tie Wenqin and Lin Yuanxiu took turns using axes to cut down wasteland and clear a path in front, while the others stood in a row behind with bamboo tubes on their backs.

"Master, there is an open space ahead where we can stop and rest."

Yang Shaochun came back from exploring and reported to Song Paner.

Song Pan'er lay on Song Dahe's back and nodded weakly.

Tired was just one word, and she only said it once.

Feng Chunya looked at her listless face and felt sorry for her, so he said, "Pan'er, I've learned the massage techniques from the medical book. I'll give them to you during our break. Just hold on for a while."

Song Pan'er waved her hands and spoke weakly, "No need, cousin, I can just rest for a while when the time comes."

It’s enough that she has troubled her own brother, Mr. Song, but she can’t trouble her cousin anymore.

Qian Jinfeng also spoke up, "That's right, Chunya, don't always spoil her. She's not that spoiled."

Song Pan'er turned her head and stared at her mother with dead eyes.

If you are not a spoiled child, don't let Lao Song massage your shoulders and back every night.

"I'll say it even if you glare at me." Ms. Qian rolled her eyes at her and patted Feng Chunya's arm. "Chunya, just take care of yourself. There's no rule in this family that the older one has to give in to the younger one."