She picked up the young prime minister while fleeing famine

The men on night duty exchanged glances, their eyes conveying a mutual understanding.

This young master went out in the middle of the night and came back with a big bundle. I wonder what's inside.

Lian Chengmo noticed their confusion but didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't bring much with him, and he hid the rest in another place.

If there's a chance to take it back, that would be great, but the little stuff he has isn't enough to make Yao Lizheng give up the opportunity to enter the city to rob him.

Sure enough, when Lian Chengmo unabashedly unfolded the bundle, revealing its contents, the men, though envious, looked away.

"So many?" Banxia had been staying up all night, and she was extremely surprised to see such a large bundle.

"We knew we had to flee, so we were well prepared." Lian Chengmo glanced at the things on the ground, his voice low.

These were all things prepared by his grandparents and mother, and naturally everything was included. It's a pity he can no longer fulfill his filial duties.

"Lian Chengmo, with these things, we will definitely reach our destination alive. Your parents didn't die in vain," Banxia comforted him, sensing his sadness.

“Yes, you too.” Lian Chengmo was slightly taken aback, then replied.

Along the way, not only did he lose his parents and relatives, but the little girl did too.

The two stopped thinking about the past and cheered themselves up to start organizing the supplies.

Among the things Lian Chengmo brought back, there were more than ten catties of grain, half of which was refined rice and half of which was wheat flour. It wasn't that he didn't want to take more, but after being robbed, this was all that was left.

The rest consisted of oil and salt, a pot, a kitchen knife, several sets of bowls and chopsticks, a few pieces of cotton cloth, several sets of clothes and shoes, some medicinal herbs mixed with ginseng, a packet of sugar, and other odds and ends such as needles, thread, and scissors.

When Banxia saw the ginseng in a packet of medicinal herbs, her eyes widened, and she subconsciously looked at Lian Chengmo.

"Ahem, time is of the essence, so I emptied everything from the box and brought it over. See if there's anything usable," Lian Chengmo said with a light cough.

The medicinal herbs were mostly packed in brocade boxes, but he found them too heavy, so he poured them all out and threw the boxes away.

Although, in fact, those boxes weren't cheap either.

"Let me take a look." Banxia didn't think too much about it and carefully took out the precious medicinal herbs she recognized, wrapped them up separately, and put them away.

After tidying up everything, the two of them went to sleep, each keeping watch over their younger siblings.

However, when they set off the next morning, Lian Chengmo realized that his good intentions had only added to the little girl's burden.

The place where they rested last night wasn't too far from where they were; he could walk back and forth in half an hour. But today, the little girl would have to carry so much stuff for the whole day.

With a stern face, Lian Chengmo didn't consult Banxia before setting off. He took the pot that Banxia had gotten from those thieves and went to find the village head.

When he returned, he was pushing a small wheelbarrow.

"Miss Banxia, ​​put your things on the cart and push it." Lian Chengmo smiled.

Yesterday, he was thinking about how to help the little girl lighten her load. Ideally, he could get her a wheelbarrow or a basket to help carry some of the load.

Unexpectedly, there was a pot among the things my parents had hidden, which solved our immediate problem.

The Great Xia Kingdom had very strict control over iron, so the value of an iron pot far exceeded that of a wheelbarrow.

Not every household in Yaoli Village had an iron pot, so when Lian Chengmo went there, he switched to a wheelbarrow.

With the wheelbarrow, Banxia not only put all her things on it, but also put Liancheng Shuang and her third brother on it to sit.

Banxia pushed the cart while Lianchengmo supported it, making their journey much easier.

However, when the main force stopped again to prepare for collection, Banxia realized that they had really wasted their money by exchanging their wheelbarrows.

Because the family that replaced their iron pot found a carpenter in Yaoli Village, who cut down some bamboo, hollowed out a tree stump, and made a simple wheelbarrow on the spot.

It was shown to Banxia, ​​who directly said that she had made a bad deal.

Lian Chengmo comforted her, saying that the car was too heavy and not as nimble as the one they had replaced, and Banxia was less distressed.

That's true; a wheelbarrow made in a rush is naturally not very practical.

But that's for later; right now, Banxia is looking for food on the mountain.

This time, she was still with Boss Yao's team. Boss Yao's wife, Lin Chun, stayed close to Banxia, ​​hoping that she would find something to eat so that she could benefit from it.

My father-in-law said that this girl is probably very good at finding food in the mountains.

Unlike those who fled from the north, they had never seen such lush green mountains before, so how would they know what was edible and what was not?

After a while, Lin Chun had only managed to dig up some wild vegetables, and he was getting a little anxious.

"Banxia, ​​how about we go look elsewhere for any edible fruits?" Lin Chun asked tentatively.

Although the loquats last time were a bit sour, her son still liked them; they were much better than bitter wild vegetables.

“There probably aren’t many fruit trees on this mountain, but you’re right, we should look elsewhere,” Banxia said, looking at the mountain and frowning slightly.

The location of this mountain is not good, making it difficult for fruit trees to grow. Even if they do grow, with such dense vegetation, they probably won't bear many fruits.

Therefore, Banxia's focus remained on the ground, and she didn't look up at the tree.

“Okay, then I’ll go with you. Don’t worry, with me there, your Uncle Dahe won’t say anything,” Lin Chun said immediately and naturally.

"Well, you're not that much older than me, so I'll still call you sister-in-law," Banxia said, struggling to say it properly before quickly correcting herself.

The people fleeing famine along the way all looked older than before. She only found out about this from the village head's wife when she traded coarse rice with the village head's family.

Yao Laoda, also known as Yao Dahe, is only 21 years old this year, and his wife Lin Chun is only 18 years old. The two got married three years ago and have a two-year-old son.

How can you call an 18-year-old woman "auntie"?

"Okay, you can call me whatever you want." Lin Chun straightened his hair, not caring much.

More than half a year of fleeing famine had aged her considerably; her skin was rough and cracked, and she was dark and thin.

The girl, who should be eighteen, looks just as young as a twenty-eight-year-old.

However, since the village head's family was of a higher generation, Yao Dahe was of the same generation as the man in his thirties whom Banxia had called "uncle" yesterday, so Lin Chun subconsciously referred to herself as "auntie."

"Then, sister-in-law, go and tell them we'll take a look over there." Banxia said, pointing in a direction where the vegetation was very lush.

Lin Chun immediately responded and went to find Yao Dahe. The two exchanged a few words.

Words like "no" and "dangerous" came over, and then Banxia saw Yao Dahe arrive with him.