The moon gradually rose, and the hundreds of villagers from Songjia'ao had all gathered under the big tree and were whispering to each other.
The old village chief cleared his throat, his voice old but majestic: "Everyone, be quiet, the old man has something to say!"
The villagers became quiet and looked at the old village chief sitting in the center with their ears pricked up.
The old village chief said in a deep voice: "Before fleeing the famine, the old man told you that this time we are going to Huai'an Prefecture. Now we have been delayed in Lucheng for a few days, and we cannot delay any longer. The old man plans to escape in these two days.
Let’s set off and continue heading south.”
As soon as these words came out, the villagers who wanted to stay immediately exploded and expressed their confusion:
"Leave? Isn't Lucheng a very good place? Why do you have to take the risk and escape to Huai'an Mansion?"
"Yes, it's been almost a month since I've been out. I can only find some food in Lucheng, so the whole family won't starve to death. If we continue traveling south, who knows if we can reach Huai'an alive."
"Even if we arrive in Huai'an Prefecture and are unfamiliar with the place, can we settle down? If not, will we have to go back all the way? Then we might as well stay in Lucheng, which is close to our hometown, and wait.
We can go back after the drought!"
These words were agreed by many people. In their opinion, staying in Lucheng, where they could advance and retreat, was much more reliable than running south in a daze. No one knew whether there was any danger waiting for them ahead.
"Listen to me, listen to me!"
The old village chief waved his hands and signaled the villagers to calm down: "More and more victims are gathering at the city gate. If you are not careful, it may cause a riot. The old man can think of it, but the Lucheng government can't think of it? Today the old man also got news that the government will wait for two days
We have to give orders to drive away the victims, and we have to leave by then. Instead of doing this, it is better to leave in advance, and it will be easier to find water and food."
The words stirred up waves. Now, not only the villagers who didn't want to leave, but also the villagers who didn't care whether they left or not were also anxious: "Uncle Yao, where did this news come from? Is it reliable?"
The old village chief glanced in the direction of Song Wufu. He was worried that someone would be dissatisfied with the Song family if the situation changed, so he chose to hide it: "Someone went in to inquire about the news and heard that it was spread in the city. There should be no falsehoods.
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Hearing this, the villagers didn't care to ask who this person was, and started talking among themselves about the news, wanting to see what other people thought.
The old village chief followed their discussion and chatted with several other respected old people in the village to exchange their opinions.
A villager came over and asked Song Wufu: "Uncle Wufu, do you think the news told by the old village chief is reliable?"
Song Wufu said lightly: "If it is unreliable, the old village chief will not say it in public. The Lucheng government is indifferent to us victims, which shows that they are unwilling to let us enter the city. If I expect it to be true, tomorrow or the next day
The wealthy households in Tiancheng will no longer give out porridge."
The villagers' expressions changed slightly: "No, it can't be..."
Song Wufu sighed: "You are still too young. Whether it is yes or no, we will know soon."
The villagers frowned and told Song Wufu's guess to others around them.
Although everyone does not want to believe it, if the government really wants to expel the refugees, the first thing they must do is to stop rich households from giving porridge. If there is no food, the victims will disperse.
The government will step in to evict the remaining ones who refuse to leave. In this way, the possibility of causing riots will be smaller.
After a while, the chaotic discussion subsided.
The old village chief spoke again and expressed his decision: "As the village chief of Songjia'ao, the old man should do his best to protect you. However, the road to Huai'an Mansion is too difficult and dangerous. Some people are not willing to take risks. The old man can understand
.So, if you are willing to stay, don’t stop me. If you are willing to leave, we will set off in two days. Whether to leave or stay, you still have two days to consider!”
This time, the villagers were surprisingly quiet, and they were all thinking about this issue seriously.
On the way back, Song Jin said: "I think at least half of them want to leave, and there should be more than half of them on the day of departure."
Song Yin smiled and said: "It's mostly a good thing. It's safer when there are more people on the road."
Song Cai said lazily: "No matter how many people leave in the end, our family will definitely leave anyway. But this place is still far from Huai'an Mansion. If everything goes well, we will have to walk for a few months."
If it doesn't go well...if it doesn't go well, it's hard to say whether we can get there alive.
"I've been walking for almost a month, and walking for another month is nothing!" Zhang Xiaomei was extremely confident: "When I was about to starve to death without eating or drinking on the road, I thought it would be better to die in my hometown. Now I have my ancestors.
...Ahem, we will definitely get to Huai'an Mansion!"
These words greatly enhanced the confidence of the others, and each of them looked much more relaxed: "You're right, we're almost halfway there, and we have to keep going no matter what. We will have a good life when we get to Huai'an Prefecture."
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The family began to think about the day when they arrived in Huai'an Mansion. No matter what, as long as the family worked together and resisted all risks, they would be able to settle down in Huai'an Mansion.
Seeing them coming back, Huang Qiuyun quickly asked about the result of the meeting.
Hearing that the old village chief would lead those who were willing to leave to continue southward in two days, Song Xixi was not surprised. She applied disinfectant to the back of Song Qingqing's head again and lay down on the "bed" made by Niu Hua'er.
Half asleep and half awake, she heard that Song Niannian wanted to sleep next to Song Qingqing, but was scolded by Song Qingqing in a low voice. She suddenly woke up: This Song Qingqing, something seems wrong!
If it was okay to say that he was injured yesterday and was impatient to deal with Song Niannian's stickiness, today Song Qingqing's wounds have scabbed under the action of anti-inflammatory potions, and it makes no sense for Song Qingqing to speak sarcastically to his originally caring cousin.
Thinking of this, Song Xixi asked 001: "In this time and space, will there be a second person who borrows a corpse to bring back the soul?"
001 replied: [The situation mentioned by the host is indeed possible, but the host can rest assured that there are obvious differences in the mental power of individuals. Once such a person appears in front of the host, the system can easily detect it. 】
Song Xixi confirmed: "You mean, Song Qingqing's mental power is not abnormal, she is herself?"
001 gives a positive answer.
Seeing Song Qingqing getting ready to sleep, Song Xixi no longer hesitated.
As long as it is original, as for the conflict between her and Song Niannian, that is a matter between their sisters, and there is no need for her to intervene.
As everyone knows, just an hour ago, Song Qingqing had doubted her identity. It was not until Huang Qiuyun confirmed that there was nothing unusual about her that she gave up the suspicion.
The temperaments of Song Xi and the original owner are naturally different, but there are some overlaps. They are both silent people. From the surface, it is difficult to find that they are not the same person.
Song Cai and Niu Hua'er were aware of it, but thought that it was normal for their daughter to be stimulated first and then escape from death. It was normal for her personality to change. Who would have thought that there was such a miraculous thing as resurrecting a corpse in the world!