After leaving for another month, the horse has been sold.

I bought food to supplement everyone's food.

The grain prices have risen sharply, and after selling two horses, they have only bought 100 kilograms of millet.

Dozens of people rely on these Xiaomi and don’t know if they can reach Xiangyang.

There are more and more refugees on the way.

There are people fleeing everywhere.

They are already numb.

There is no time to sympathize with others.

Because even if you save food (and Wang Xiaoqing secretly subsidizes it from time to time), it is still consumed very quickly.

If you continue, you will lose food again.

The price of grain has risen to sky-high prices.

More and more people starved to death on the road.

There are more and more people robbing the road.

Now it is the prey of the weak.

…………

Wang Xiaoqing looked at his feet.

The soles of the feet are covered with blood blisters.

It's all broken.

She is still picking the medicine.

This journey has just begun, but they are all exhausted.

The place to rest tonight is a mountainside on the mountain, and no cave can be found that can accommodate so many people.

Everyone had to settle down.

A fire was created.

Old Mrs. Wang checked the things and the food was gone.

It was gone just now. She remembered the eyes of the refugees looking at them, and everyone was carrying the burden of holding back, so that they could be safe.

The grain was divided into several small portions by them and hidden on the belts of each house.

Now the old lady has no way to arrange food, so she has no more.

Otherwise, how could they have been safely here along the way!

When you encounter a robbery, when you see the empty skin and the men who are eyeing you, although they are thin, they are also men.

Generally, I don't dare to come up and provoke.

Old Mrs. Wang walked over and asked her granddaughter in a low voice.

"Xiaoqing, where is the grain?"

Now I rely on Xiaoqing to take it out bit by bit every day.

I dare not take it too much, and I can't explain it clearly.

Wang Xiaoqing has tried his best to subsidize several children in the family.

Old Mrs. Wang is also under the subsidy from her granddaughter, otherwise she would not have survived until now.

Take a look at Wang Xiaoqing's backpack.

Fortunately, this bag is big, otherwise it would be unreasonable.

Wang Xiaoqing suddenly remembered.

Grandma's.

She can only take a little bit at a time.

He reached into his bag and rubbed it, then pulled a pocket and took it out.

Everyone else was pricking his ears.

If you don’t have food to put it in the pot, you will be hungry.

Dozens of pairs of eyes were wide open.

Wang Xiaoqing cannot do anything.

Take out half a bag of ground terrestrial terrestrial powder.

"Milk! Give it. I just felt something was wrong, so I put all the food in my bag. I didn't expect that I was really wrong and had a wrong trick. Otherwise, I guess we would all go hungry now."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When I started to look at half a bag of rations, I sighed in my heart.

This time I walked a few hundred miles.

It will take at least a few months to get to Xiangyang.

How can this food be obtained?

They are all worried.

I was so worried.

The weeds on the roadside are invisible.

Even people started eating things like Guanyin Land.

What's more, these things.

Wang Xiaoqing was also worried.

She has a lot of food! But she has no excuse to take it out.

A headache.

But she knew that this secret must not be exposed.

Otherwise, I'll just wait to die.

The old lady scooped a bowl, scooped it, and smoothed the flour in the bowl.

Take it away.

Everyone still thinks that the terrestrial terrestrial terrestrial powder is quite delicious. In fact, if they taste other people's terrestrial terrestrial powder, they will understand that their taste is several levels different from that of others.

It's not the same thing at all.

There are bean noodles and buckwheat noodles that Wang Xiaoqing mixed in.

"Okay, don't watch it! My old man, I'm cooking. You take a few children and look around. You may see others pulling down wild vegetables. We don't have much food anymore, so everyone should subsidize them! Otherwise, we won't be able to leave Xiangyang!"

The old lady has no choice.

Feng Guizhi took a few girls and a few aunts from the Han family, and followed her and looked around.

Actually, I know it in my heart! I guess the possibility is not high.

One month later.

Wang Xiaoqing held a vague way to show the figure.

The bottom of the bowl.

All the Qing Dynasty is in the picture.

Now they have crossed two mountains and are still walking on the small road, but there are not entirely no people on the road.

And get up two months ago.

Now they are no different from refugees.

Because the food was too bad.

The old lady wants to save food.

Now I have only scooped half a bowl of coarse grains.

That's it! Everyone knows that it won't last long.

How could they know that the old lady had smuggled a lot of food subsidies in private.

The problem is that there are too many people.

Let’s take a look. If the victims saw them now, they would never think they were worthy of being robbed.

They all have pale faces, thin feet, swollen legs, and their faces are blown by the wind and sun. They are already dark and thin.

The clothes are getting hotter due to the weather.
To be continued...