Both of them were not in a good mood, so they walked out of the cave in silence and walked towards the city gate.
Halfway through, Zhou Taohua took out the cloth bag she had prepared in advance, counted out eight multi-grain steamed buns and handed them to Song Xixi: "Then you heard what the manager said, don't forget to tell your adults when you get back soon."
Song Xixi couldn't refuse and returned the two steamed buns and asked: "If the government really wants to expel people, what are you going to do?"
Zhou Taohua said solemnly: "That's what everyone in the city says. I think they are inseparable. Before chaos breaks out now, I want to leave here tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
There were too many disaster victims at the gate of the city, and it was difficult to guarantee that someone would conflict with the government on that day, or even go crazy and hurt people randomly. It was undoubtedly wise to leave early.
Song Xixi felt reassured by Zhou Taohua's decision and continued to ask: "I wonder where Auntie plans to go."
Zhou Taohua smiled bitterly: "It's up to you wherever you go. I just hope God can provide a way to survive so that our family can live and settle down."
Song Xixi originally wanted to ask her if she wanted to follow Song Jia'ao to Huai'an Mansion, so that she would have someone to take care of her on the way.
But Song Jia'ao already had internal differences. After a while, she brought the news back. She still didn't know how the old village chief and the others would make a decision. Asking now was in vain, so she didn't speak.
When we returned to the city gate, the sun had already risen very high. The victims all ran to hide under the city wall on the north side, and many people took a nap against the base of the wall.
Zhou Taohua was anxious to bring food to her mother and young son, so she said hello to Song Xixi and left quickly.
Song Xixi didn't see the Song family and was about to look for them along the corner. Song Cai came out of nowhere and looked relieved: "Why are you coming back now? Your grandparents almost scolded me to death."
Song Xixi noticed that someone was staring here, and the hand holding the cloth bag secretly tightened: "Go back quickly, I have something to say."
Seeing her serious face, Song Cai guessed that she had received important news in the city and quickly led her towards his home.
When passing by a small group of people, Song Xixi noticed several strong men standing up, staring closely at their cloth pockets.
She didn't look at these people and kicked the half-withered tree next to her.
With a "crunch", the tree trunk, which was as thick as an adult's waist, cracked with a palm-thick crack.
hiss--
Seeing this scene, the people around him gasped. The men who were about to step forward to snatch the multi-grain steamed buns all stopped and stared at Song Xixi in surprise.
Song Cai was wondering what his daughter was doing kicking the tree. When he saw the strange behavior of some men, he realized what he was doing and glared at them fiercely.
Several men stepped back continuously, fearing that Song Xi would directly kick them.
"Bah, you are a coward who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong!" Song Cai spat, wanting to rush up and give each of them a kick.
It's a pity that he doesn't have the magical power of his daughter, so he can only think about it.
It wasn't until the father and daughter were far away that those who witnessed this scene started talking about it:
"I heard last night that a female doll with great strength was born. She can knock over a strong man with one kick. Is this what she was talking about?"
"She probably didn't run away. Tsk, tsk, with this strength, a cow can kick it to death, let alone a human!"
"It's so scary. I've heard people say before that some people are blessed by God and are born with abilities that are different from ordinary people. This girl must be it, right?"
"It doesn't matter what she is, just stay away from her anyway. Anyone who doesn't have a long eye and bumps into her hand will be seriously injured, either dead or not."
This was approved by everyone present, and they didn't dare to have any more ideas about her.
Arriving at the gathering place of Song Jia'ao, Song Xixi handed the multi-grain steamed buns to Zhang Xiaomei and whispered the news in a low voice.
After hearing this, the Song family's faces turned ugly.
"Oh, I thought that the government would not let the victims into the city, but I didn't expect that they would be driven away."
Song Wufu sighed, his tone revealing a deep sense of weakness: "Many people have decided to stay. If the government orders them to be driven away, I'm afraid there will be big trouble."
Song Xixi asked: "You asked the old village chief this morning. Did the old village chief say anything?"
The granddaughter received "advice" from her ancestors, and Song Wufu no longer treats her as a seven-year-old child. There was no surprise when she asked: "The old village chief decided to stay for a few days until the situation becomes clearer.
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Zhang Xiaomei interrupted: "The news brought back by Xixi is clear enough. I think it is wise to leave as soon as possible."
Others nodded, not wanting to get involved in the chaos that might break out in a few days.
Song Wufu said: "I'll go talk to the old village chief again. If it doesn't work out, I'll just talk about it in front of the villagers. Those who are willing to leave can leave, and those who are willing to stay are free to leave."
Everyone looked at each other and thought that this proposal was okay, so it was up to them to see what the old village chief did.
Without further ado, Song Wufu immediately went to the old village chief to discuss the matter.
In the corner, Song Qingqing dug into her palms and searched hard for the memories of this period in her previous life.
In her previous life, she also had an injury to the back of her head, and she was in a daze for several days. Her memory of this period was very vague. She vaguely remembered that the government had driven away the victims, which caused the victims to rebel violently.
She didn't know the specific situation. Later, she heard from the adults that there were casualties, and the Song family'ao was also involved. The backbone of several families was lost. In the end, everyone in the family, old and young, also disappeared on the way to escape the famine.
Thinking of this, Song Qingqing suddenly became uneasy, fearing that the tragedy in her previous life would happen again in this life.
But in the eyes of others, she is just an eight-year-old child. If she rashly tells her past life experiences, no one will believe her and think she is talking nonsense, right?
Song Niannian was the first to notice Song Qingqing's mood, and immediately came over and asked with concern: "Sister, why are you unhappy?"
Song Qingqing hated her so much that she wanted to vomit when she heard her "hypocritical" concern: "Stay away from me, I don't want to see you!"
Song Niannian's eyes turned red and he was at a loss: "Sister, what I did made you hate it. If you tell me, I will change it..."
Song Qingqing closed her eyes and covered up the scarlet in her eyes: "As long as you appear in front of me, I will hate you, get out of here!"
Song Niannian couldn't bear it anymore and burst out crying "Wow!"
Why, why on earth, my sister was fine before she was injured, but she didn’t want to see her after she woke up from the injury. Was her head damaged? Wuwu——
The crying alarmed the other people who were talking about business. Seeing that the two sisters had a cold face and a crying face, they just thought that the children were having trouble, so they didn't pay much attention to it.
Zhang Xiaomei also felt that Song Niannian was too noisy, so she scolded her with a straight face: "You damn girl is crying in mourning. If you keep crying, don't eat this steamed bun!"
Song Niannian, who was hungry and frightened, stopped crying instantly and wiped away tears. Just looking at Song Qingqing's indifferent face, tears flowed down again.