Seeing the hundreds of people in Song Jia'ao, this team of nearly 200 people was also wary, and the young and strong men stood at the front one after another.
The men in Song Jia'ao did the same. They stared at the person opposite without blinking, secretly guessing whether the other person was hostile, and were ready to fight at any time.
It was getting dark, and they might not be able to find another place to rest. They didn't want to give up this place unless they had to.
However, the men tacitly made way for Song Xixi to come to the front.
Everyone has not forgotten that this is a mistress who has "natural power" and can kick a strong man away with one kick. If they really want to do it in a while, she can take on at least ten of them!
Song Xixi was quite speechless about this: Her appearance showed that she was extremely weak. What made them think she was keen on fighting?
With such complaints in her heart, she still chose to stand on the right side of the crowd with the three brothers of the Song family.
Although this position was very inconspicuous, Song Xixi's appearance in front was the most eye-catching thing, causing the men across the street to look at her several times, suspecting that there was something wrong with the Song family'ao's mind, so they asked a little girl to come over.
The two sides set up a battle formation. In the end, the talkers on both sides did not want to fight and lose their manpower, so they took the initiative to stand in the open space in the middle and tested each other.
The speaker in this team of 200 people is very young, about thirty years old. Every move he makes appears somewhat elegant, like a scholar, but his true identity is a village chief.
However, the village chief named Qian currently oversees two hundred people from several villages that were temporarily merged together.
The two village chiefs went back and forth to test each other and made sure that they had no bad intentions. The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.
According to Village Chief Qian, riots broke out in their local area due to drought, and many villagers from several villages were involved. In the end, there were only 200 or less of the three to four hundred people left, so they got together directly, and there were differences between them.
A response.
The destination of this team is a place called Yangcheng two hundred miles away.
The old village chief also told the truth: "We are going to Huai'an Prefecture. I heard that there is neither drought nor flood. It is a blessed land."
Unexpectedly, Village Chief Qian was actually very familiar with Huai'an Prefecture, and nodded: "The crops there are twice harvested a year, and rice and wheat can be sown in winter. After the rice and wheat are harvested, another crop can be planted. It is indeed a good place.
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When the old village chief heard this, he said excitedly: "It turns out that there really is such a geomantic treasure in this world!"
Village Chief Qian smiled and said: "Compared with the five prefectures that have suffered from drought for many years, the people in Huai'an Prefecture have abundant food and clothing, which is much better than here."
The old village chief tried to ask: "Since Village Chief Qian knows this is a good place, why doesn't he take them to live there?"
Village Chief Qian explained: "The customs and customs of Huai'an Prefecture are very different from those of Yongzhou Prefecture. When Qian went there for three years to study, he still couldn't adapt. Now that he has traveled thousands of miles away, I'm afraid there will be many twists and turns."
After hearing this, the wrinkles on the old village chief's brow deepened a bit, obviously worried that he would not be able to adapt to Huai'an Mansion.
Remembering that the destination of Village Chief Qian and his party was Yangcheng, he couldn't help but ask: "Yangcheng is not suffering from drought? Is the government willing to take in the victims from outside?"
Village Chief Qian's eyes flickered and he said half truthfully: "Yangcheng has also been affected by the drought. Fortunately, it is not serious. I haven't heard that the government is willing to take in the victims, but I have to go and take a look to find out."
The old village chief asked the direction of Yangcheng again and found that it was in the same direction as Huai'an Prefecture, but it had to be detoured for dozens of miles, and an idea came to his mind.
The two village chiefs communicated harmoniously, and after confirming that they were harmless to each other, they decided to take a step back and settle down in this village together.
In order to avoid unnecessary disputes due to the large number of people, the two simply used the path in the center of the village as a boundary to divide the village into one south and one north.
Song Jia'ao lives in the south, and Village Chief Qian and his party live in the north. The two sides do not interfere with each other.
Villagers on both sides have no objections to this division.
So everyone took their own things and went to their respective territories, one from the south and the other from the north.
After putting down his things, the old village chief couldn't wait to call everyone together and expressed his plan: "Yangcheng seems to be very good. We can take a detour to see the situation."
Affected by Lucheng, some villagers are not very willing: "The better Yangcheng is, the more victims will gather. Don't fight like Lucheng again."
The riots by the victims in Lucheng did not affect them because they ran fast. Who knows if they will have such good luck again.
The villagers' thoughts were expected by the old village chief, and he did not force them to agree: "There is still one night for you to think carefully. Let's meet again tomorrow morning. The minority will obey the majority."
After that, the old village chief left with the support of his son.
The Song family also returned to their resting room and discussed in low voices whether to go to Yangcheng.
The adults hadn't spoken yet, but Song Qingqing couldn't help but say: "Go, it's just a detour, it's okay to go and have a look."
She remembered that she had been to Yangcheng in her previous life. It was much larger than Lucheng, with more wealthy households, and there were more than a dozen porridge shacks at the gate of the city.
Later, the government even allowed a group of victims to enter the city and allocated a piece of land for them to encourage them to settle down in Yangcheng.
It was a pity that Song Jia'ao was hindered by the riots by the victims of the Lucheng disaster and was unable to catch up with such good things. It was not long before he was expelled by the Yangcheng government again.
This time everyone is a few days ahead of schedule, so we should be able to catch up, right?
Song Xixi glanced at Song Qingqing, lowered her eyes and thought.
Niu Hua'er echoed: "Just go. If the situation goes wrong, we'll just run away. If Yangcheng is really a good place, we might be able to enjoy some porridge for a few days."
Zhang Xiaomei also agreed: "That village chief Qian is a wise man. He is not afraid of leading so many people to Yangcheng. What should we be afraid of?"
These words touched Song Wufu's heart. Seeing that his son and daughter-in-law didn't object, he decided directly: "Then go!"
After making up their mind to go to Yangcheng, the family whispered about how they almost exposed their secrets in front of Song Baotian that afternoon.
This matter is related to the safety of the family, and the Song family has to be cautious.
The whole family expressed their opinions and suggested possible solutions.
Such as smearing ash on the face to hide the complexion, or eating the food sent by the ancestors once a day, or simply not eating it for the adults, but the few children are still...
In the end, everyone unanimously adopted the method mentioned by Song Xixi:
On the surface, the family went out to look for water and food like other villagers, and ate whatever they found, all under the eyes of others.
In private, just as they did a few days ago, the family separated from the crowd in batches and ate the meals sent by their ancestors. However, they had to be more careful and not be discovered.
"Oh, eating a meal makes me feel like a thief, as if our ancestors were stolen from us." Song Qingshan put his chin in his hands and complained with a distressed look on his face.
Song Jin slapped him on the head and cursed: "You little bastard, if you dare to talk nonsense again, our ancestors will hang you up and beat you tonight!"
Song Qingshan was so scared that he hugged his head tightly and did not dare to say a word.