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

It goes up the mountain road.

But now we are at the foot of the mountain, and we have to leave even if we don’t want to.

After making some preparations, the two drove the carriage into the mountains.

Fortunately, although this mountain road is not as smooth and wide as the normal official road, it has been repaired after all.

It is much easier to walk on this mountain than the one Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang had walked on when they fled from famine.

After entering the mountains, we met some refugees who were on the road.

However, these refugees basically traveled in groups of three to five or one to two people, most of them pushing carts or carrying bamboo baskets.

I didn't see any large groups of a hundred or so people or any groups driving horse-drawn carriages.

The carriage continued to go up the mountain road. Lu Qingqing and Old Man Zhuang remained quiet along the way.

The two people take turns every hour or so.

Lu Qingqing looked at the time in the space. At noon, she took out the steamed buns that had been heated up in the morning from the thick quilt in the carriage.

The bun was placed together with three hot water bottles and wrapped in a thick quilt.

Even though it was morning, it was still warm.

This way, you save the trouble of heating the meal.

The two of them took turns eating lunch in the carriage.

As for Qin Lang's lunch, it was millet porridge in a water bag.

This water bag is placed next to the hot water bottle, just like the bun.

We didn’t miss the lunch break and continued on our journey.

The higher she went, the more emotional Lu Qingqing became.

Don’t underestimate the ancients!

The person who built this official road is truly wise.

The whole way up is very flat except for some branches in a few places.

In the afternoon, when the carriage passed a corner, it met the first mule cart since entering the mountains.

A convoy, to be exact.

This last mule cart had a steeper uphill slope at the corner.

In addition, the snow on the ground was compacted, causing the wheels to slip a little.

A group of men were pushing the mule cart, fearing that it would fall backwards.

When they heard the noise, they looked back at Lu Qingqing's carriage and continued pushing it forward.

There is strength in numbers, and this is very applicable here.

Pushed by about twenty men, the mule cart quickly climbed the hill.

Lu Qingqing and Old Man Zhuang were looking at the slope that had been compacted to the point of being slippery, wondering how to get up.

Then I saw the men in front running down again.

One of the leading men, speaking with a thick local accent, said:

"Old man, this slope is hard to climb. Let us help you!"

After hearing this, Old Man Zhuang quickly agreed.

"Thank you very much!"

Seeing that he agreed, the man directed the other men and ran to the back of the carriage to push the cart.

Lu Qingqing asked Old Man Zhuang to lead the horse to control the direction, and she followed behind, pushing hard.

The carriage began to move upwards under human intervention.

When they reached the place where the skidding was particularly severe, Lu Qingqing could even feel the wheels slipping.

Fortunately, there were many people pushing the carts, and there were people on both sides.

The carriage went up the hill without any danger.

When Old Man Zhuang saw that a few people were about to leave, he hurriedly called them to stop.

He took out seven or eight two-grain flatbreads from the bag in the carriage and handed them to the leading man.

“My friends, this time it’s all thanks to you.

Take these cakes and eat them, don’t be disgusted.”

The leading man waved his hands when he saw the two-grain flatbread that was bigger than an adult's palm.

"Old man, the price of grain is so high now, we can't buy it!"

Having said that, he wanted to take people back.

Old Man Zhuang stepped forward and forced the things upon them.

The man was a little embarrassed and scratched his head and said:

"Old man, we won't be polite to you.

If you encounter this situation again later, we will help you push the cart."

Hearing this, Old Man Zhuang agreed with a smile.

Because the mountain road was narrow, two carriages could not run side by side.

For the rest of the journey, Lu Qingqing and Old Man Zhuang's carriage followed behind the group.

On the way, Lu Qingqing was also observing the team.

There were twelve mule carts in the team.

Each mule cart was loaded with a lot of things.

However, most of the mule carts were in the corners, providing a resting place for women and children.

Yes, this team includes men, women, young and old.

Just like when the people in Lujia Village fled famine, they did not abandon the elderly and the weak.

This is rare when fleeing famine.

The carriage followed the convoy, moving forward silently.

The mountain road is difficult to travel on and the horses pulling the carts get tired easily.

After about half an hour, Lu Qingqing changed the horse to pull the carriage.

She had a spare horse, but the mule cart in front had no replacement.

In terms of speed, it naturally cannot be too fast.

The group continued on their journey until dark before stopping.

In fact, the mountains were covered with snow at this time, and with the bright moonlight, the nearby scenery could still be seen clearly.

But still no one dared to leave.

This mountain road may be slippery when it snows, and there is no room for error.

One wrong step could result in the loss of the life of the entire family.

After the convoy in front stopped, they began to take dry firewood from the cars to light a fire and heat up the food.

Lu Qingqing and Old Man Zhuang, who were not far behind, followed the previous steps and set up the tent first.

The children in the front convoy saw this strange thing and looked over curiously.

They had never seen this thing in the few days since they fled from the famine.

And those who don’t have a camping tent, how can they spend the night in the cold snow?

The people in this team then gave a demonstration.

They took down the large and less valuable items from the carriage and placed them outside.

The empty space in the carriage is where you sleep.

If there are many people in a family, the younger children and the elderly will be asked to sleep in the carriage.

The rest of the people slept on the shaft of the cart, wrapped in quilts.

If there was no room for people to sleep on the shaft of a cart, they could only spread a few straw mats next to the fire.

Then put some soft dry firewood on top and curl up in the quilt.

Even though I was next to the fire, I was still very cold after sleeping like this all night.

At this time, the younger children were very happy to see this rare thing called the tent.

I ran back and told the adults at home that they also wanted a tent like this.

When the adults looked over, they saw that the outside of the tent was covered with oilcloth.

The bulge in the oilcloth is most likely a quilt.

When I saw this tent, I couldn't help but admire the generosity of the two people behind it.

Everyone’s thick quilt is kept for covering themselves.