Early the next morning, all the villagers sent a representative from each family to express their opinions to the old village chief. In the end, two more households agreed to go to Yangcheng than those who did not.
The old village chief was very happy. With the support of his eldest son, he went to the north of the village and asked Village Chief Qian to accompany him.
Village Chief Qian seemed to have expected this and agreed readily.
After an arduous journey, five days later, a group of 300 people successfully arrived in Yangcheng.
As everyone expected, there were more victims gathered at the gate of the city than in Lucheng. At first glance, they were all covered in black heads, high and low.
In the open space not far from the city gate, there are rows of simple straw huts for the victims to escape the heat and rest.
This straw hut was built by people sent by the government and is already full of people.
"Great, Yangcheng is not closed, we can go in directly!" Song Niannian cheered excitedly when he saw the people walking in and out of the tall city gate freely.
Song Qingqing sneered: "There are so many victims around, do you think any of them got in?"
Song Niannian took a closer look and finally discovered something unusual: "Hey, why don't the victims go in?"
Song Yin, who was tall, observed the crowd for a while and guessed: "There are many guards at the door. They don't care about those who leave the city. Those who enter the city seem to have to see their vouchers. I saw those people holding something in their hands."
At this time, the villagers who went to the city gate to see what was going on came back, confirming Song Yin's guess: "Only with a sign issued by the government can you enter and exit freely. Without a sign, even people from nearby villages cannot enter."
In addition, the wealthy households in the city go to the city gate every morning to give porridge, and the government officials will come out to maintain order, so fights and troubles over grabbing porridge are rare here.
The villagers were very happy. They felt that the government here was much better than that in Lucheng. They would not drive away the victims at will, so they would not have to worry about another riot.
If the government is willing to take in the victims, that would be even better!
After watching at the city gate for a while, the villagers went to the thatched hut to find a place to stay.
However, there were dozens or even hundreds of people living in each thatched hut, and there was almost no place to stay. Everyone had to go outside the thatched hut and find a place that was sunny and relatively shady to stay.
Village Chief Qian and his party also failed to find a suitable place to stay, and bumped into Song Jia'ao's people again.
Fortunately, both parties had no objection to sharing the same place of residence, and after dividing their respective territories, they settled down peacefully.
It was in the afternoon, after the time when rich households gave out porridge, and the villagers went out in twos and threes in search of food and water.
Zhang Chunlan of the Song and Jin Dynasties stayed behind to take care of the luggage, and everyone went out, including a few young ones.
When passing by the city gate, Niu Hua'er couldn't help but take a look, touched Song Xixi's loose hair and said, "It would be great if I could enter the city. I would buy you some more hair ropes to tie your hair."
Yesterday, her headband was broken into several pieces, and the knots were too short to tie her hair, so she had to let her hair down.
I haven't washed my hair for a long time, and when the wind blows, my disheveled hair becomes like a chicken coop and even tangled.
Song Xixi smoothed her messy hair and found it very annoying: "Wait, I'll get a sign."
Niu Hua'er was startled and grabbed her: "My dear, there are so many guards at the door, all with swords and guns. Don't mess around!"
Song Xixi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's not like I'm tired of living, so how could I fight against the guards?"
After saying that, she took the cloth bag from Niu Hua'er's hand and got into the crowd. Song Cai and others were too late to stop her.
"This girl, what can she do!" Niu Hua'er stamped her feet anxiously and wanted to catch up but found that she didn't even see the shadow.
Zhang Xiaomei is more confident than anyone else: "With the advice from our ancestors, Xixi will definitely be able to get the sign to enter the city. Let's just wait here."
Niu Hua'er hugged her mother-in-law's arm affectionately and said with a smile: "Mom, if Xixi gets the sign, you give me money and I will take her to the city to buy a headband!"
Zhang Xiaomei stared: "Bah, you have a beautiful idea!"
I haven’t even entered the city yet, so it’s your turn to be a greedy bitch.
Niu Hua'er didn't care at all. Anyway, her mother-in-law just bought a headband for her sweet baby.
As long as Guobao gets the sign, are you still worried about not having a chance to enter the city?
Song Xixi came to a deserted place, took out twenty eggs from the system warehouse and put them into his pocket, then cut his hair and came to the city gate.
She observed carefully and finally selected her target, lining up behind a short middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman was smiling and chatting with the people in front of her, but she didn't notice that there was a little girl behind her.
When the person in front didn't want to speak anymore, she still had some unfinished thoughts, so she turned around and started chatting with Song Xixi: "Little girl, what are you doing in the city this afternoon?"
Song Xixi smiled shyly and showed her her cloth pocket: "My aunt's niece has given birth and she asked me to give her some eggs."
When the middle-aged woman heard this, her eyes flashed with gossip: "Your aunt's niece is giving birth to a baby. Why do you ask you to send eggs on a hot day?"
Song Xixi took full advantage of her well-developed lacrimal glands and burst into tears as soon as her eyes turned red: "I, I was raised by my uncle and aunt. Giving eggs to my aunt's niece is nothing."
The middle-aged woman was good at making assumptions, thinking that she had no father or mother and was living in the hands of her uncle and aunt. Her expression immediately turned pitiful: "Oh, I'm sorry, it's not easy for you either!"
Song Xixi shook her head, tears hanging on her eyelashes trying not to fall off: "It's nothing, although my aunt treats me harshly and always doesn't let me go to the table to eat, but I know she is doing it for my own good and is afraid that I will gain weight and look ugly.
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This body was so depleted that even though she ate and drank a lot every day, she didn't put on two ounces of meat and she still looked like she would fall down if the wind blew her.
Otherwise, trying to deceive people will not be convincing.
The middle-aged woman gasped and was filled with indignation: "You are so thin that you have lost your shape. Your aunt is obviously treating you harshly and doesn't want to give you food!"
Song Xixi lowered her head silently, tears falling down like broken beads.
In the past, she disliked her habit of crying easily, but at this moment, with the blessing of tears, she showed her 100% acting skills.
The middle-aged woman was already enthusiastic, and she also had a daughter. Seeing how pitiful she was, she felt a little sad: "Good boy, don't listen to your aunt's nonsense. From now on, you can eat and drink as much as you need, otherwise your body will be ruined."
Already."
Song Xixi said gratefully: "Aunt, I understand! Thank you, you are such a good person!"
The middle-aged woman giggled, seeing that her hair was disheveled and her body was not very clean. She scolded her aunt in her heart for treating her harshly. The more she looked at Song Xixi, the more she felt that she was well-behaved and pleasing to the eye.
Seeing that they were about to be queued up, the middle-aged woman took out the sign she carried with her and prepared to check it with the guards later. Song Xixi's anxious cry came from behind her:
"Sign, the sign is gone! Oh, if I lose the sign, my aunt will definitely beat me to death!"