The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

Chapter 389 Not a Starving Ghost

The scattered refugees on the official road saw Lu Qingqing's convoy passing by and all gave way.

When they saw the cart full of things, the desire in their eyes almost overflowed.

Lu Tianming noticed their gazes and became secretly alert.

He was just about to ask everyone to reveal their weapons when he suddenly saw a man running out in front of him and kneeling down in front of his carriage.

At this time, the horse was running forward at a normal speed.

He was still wary of the refugees, and without warning, the horse almost stepped on the man.

Lu Tianming, who was driving the carriage, was startled by the man and subconsciously pulled the reins tightly to stop the horse.

Because the car stopped too suddenly, everyone in the car bumped into each other.

Lu Shuhe hurriedly helped Cui and Yuan Fang who had fallen to the ground. Seeing that they were fine, he went back to check on Guan who was sitting next to him.

In the carriage, Cui thought something was wrong outside, so she ignored her headache and hurriedly lifted the curtain to check.

The carriages following behind also stopped because of this incident.

The man kneeling in front of the carriage saw the carriage stop, kowtowed and cried, begging:

"Gentlemen, that's my father on the roadside, he's dying.

Now I am holding my breath, just thinking about eating a piece of two-grain pancake.

I am willing to sell myself to you. Please be kind and give me even half a cake!

Please, the Bodhisattva will bless you with a long and happy life!"

The man cried and begged, kowtowing repeatedly.

Everyone in the team looked in the direction he pointed and saw that there was indeed a person lying in front of them on the right.

The man's head tilted to the side of the road, and his chest barely rose or fell.

Lu Tianming looked at the man, then looked at the man kneeling on the ground and begging, and sighed in his heart that he was a filial man.

Given the speed of the carriage just now, if he hadn't pulled the reins, this man would probably be dead by now!

In his heart, he wanted to give him half a cake to fulfill his filial piety.

But things are not that simple.

Lu Tianming looked around and found that the refugees around him were all staring at this place.

That is to say, even if they gave the cake.

The man in front of me is alone and can't even protect the pancake.

I guess the cake will be snatched away as soon as they leave.

What's even more tragic is that if someone saw his father eating the bread, both he and his father would be killed!

In the blink of an eye, Lu Tianming figured things out.

At this time, Lu Shuhe in the carriage had heard what the man outside said and walked out.

He gently tugged at his father's sleeve and signaled with his eyes.

Lu Tianming knew his son best and knew that he was a kind-hearted person.

Seeing that he insisted, he signaled with his eyes to use the whip and looked at the man again.

In an instant, Lu Shuhe understood what his father meant.

Lu Tianming glanced around, deliberately raised the long knife in his hand, and shouted coldly:

"Get out of here! If you dare to block the road again, you're courting death!"

The man felt a little desperate when he heard him say that.

This convoy was the only one that looked relatively wealthy that he and his father had encountered in the past few days.

If he missed this one, he might not be able to eat the cake before his father died!

The man was reluctant to leave and wanted to try again.

He was kowtowing and trying to continue begging when he saw the man in the carriage cracking his whip.

As the whip struck the ground beside him, he felt something hit his hand.

The man who was lowering his head suddenly had his eyes light up, and he subconsciously covered the half pancake with his hand.

He was about to say thank you when he heard the man in the carriage above him whipping him again and cursing:

"I see you are courting death!"

The man looked at Lu Tianming who was cracking the whip, then looked at Lu Shuhe who was winking at him, and suddenly understood.

He quickly dodged to the side, pretending to be injured and a little scared, and shouted:

"Spare my life! I never dare to do it again!"

Lu Tianming glanced at him sideways and drove away in the carriage.

After the convoy left, the man saw that people around him were looking at him. Fearing that he would be discovered, he lowered his head and knelt down to crawl beside his father, sobbing.

This scene is not uncommon on the road to escape famine.

The refugees around him saw this and thought that he not only did not get any food, but was also beaten.

They ignored him and continued on their way.

Only when there was no one in sight on the official road did the man carefully drag his father behind a nearby tree.

He looked around cautiously again, then took out the small half of the pancake that he had been holding tightly.

He carefully brushed off the dirt on it, then tore off a small piece and fed it to his father.

The old man closed his eyes tightly and his cracked lips showed no reaction.

The man got anxious and stuffed a small piece of bread into his father's mouth, and then poured some water into his father's mouth.

The old man finally reacted, felt the biscuit in his mouth and began to chew it.

But after taking a bite, he closed his mouth and refused to eat anymore.

"Son, stay here and live!

Thanks to... me, Dad isn't... starving to death anymore!"

As he said this, the old man died.

The man lay on his father, crying.

After a long while, he got up, dug a deep hole, and buried his father in it.

Then, he kowtowed three times in the direction where Lu Tianming's convoy was leaving.

He prayed sincerely, hoping that his benefactor would live a peaceful and happy life!

Back to the caravan, after Lu Tianming drove the carriage away, he looked at the refugees on the roadside and became more vigilant.

When they were fleeing famine before, they had seen and experienced many times that refugees gathered together to steal things.

Lu Tianming thought for a while, stopped in a deserted place, and readjusted the formation according to the strength of each family.

At the same time, he reminded everyone to keep their weapons at hand while on the road and to be careful and vigilant on the road.

After the adjustments were completed, the team continued on its journey.

At noon, the convoy found a flatter roadside to stop.

Because there were refugees passing by on the road from time to time, Lu Tianming arranged a few more men to be on duty.

The men stood beside the convoy with their swords in hand, staring vigilantly at the refugees passing by.

The refugees were frightened by these strong men holding big swords and did not dare to stay for long. They all passed by at a very fast speed.

After Lu Qingqing and others had lunch, they set off again.

In the next few days, everyone walked a long way along the official road and did not encounter any danger.

However, a lot of water in each household’s buckets has been consumed.

Seeing that there was less than half of water left in the bucket and no water source was found, each family began to get anxious.

They had experienced drought before, so they became anxious and began to strictly control their water use.

In addition, the team began to find a suitable place to spread oilcloth when resting in the evening, and collect the dew in the morning.

Although it’s not much, it’s better to have some supplement than nothing.