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    It is true that the northern states and counties are numerous and close to each other, but the capital is also close. After they leave the village, they become refugees. Most states and counties are not willing to accept such refugees, especially the northern states and counties, let alone  Autumn will begin soon. The climate in the north is not as good as in the south. If you endure the autumn and winter weather, you will be hungry and cold, but it will kill you.

    The drought here is relatively serious. It has been a spring drought since spring. It has not rained for several months. Once the seeds and seedlings are planted, they will wither in a few days. Watering every day is useless. Watching the water in the river disappear.  It dries up every day, and the newly dug wells do not produce water, leaving only a few old wells struggling to support themselves.

    When summer comes, there is no rain. Until now, it is the first month of the month. The ground is so dry that it can crack open, grinning like a child's mouth, and every household's rice vat has bottomed out. One day  After only one meal, the children do not grow taller and look like sticks, which can be blown over by a gust of wind.

    I was so hungry that my eyes were all green. When I saw any living thing on the ground, I wanted to grab it and stuff it into my mouth.

    People can no longer survive, so they think of moving to another place to survive. In her last life, Shi Hua followed her neighbors in Wucun and left her hometown. She was originally going to the north. After leaving Qiu County where they were, she traveled along the way.  All the bark, grass and roots were eaten by the refugees, and they finally reached Yuanzhou with difficulty.

    But what was desperate was that the local magistrate did not accept them and even closed the city gates. The refugees had no choice but to transfer to Lanyang. Along the way, some women, children, old and weak people could not hold on, so they gave up and took a rag.  They were hastily wrapped in straw mats and buried in pits. When they got to the back, they didn't even have the strength to dig the pits, so they just found a mountain col and threw the people down, that was all.

    There were hundreds of refugees in that group. After several months of hard work, only a few dozen people survived in the end. They arrived in the state and county closest to the capital in their dying breath. Although Shi Hua survived, as long as he wanted to  When I think about that horrific scene, I feel chilled in my heart. People die every day. When they fall asleep, they don't know whether they will be alive next moment. Selling wives and concubines has become a common thing.

    If they had gone not to the north but to the south, perhaps the situation would not have been so bleak. Shi Hua later heard that the southern states and counties were willing to accept the refugees at first, because the south was richer and the temperature and climate were better.  , if you are lucky, you might be able to get settled halfway.

    So this time, they can't go north.

    The old village chief put away the key and replied: "We are going to the north. You can pack up when the time comes. Come to the ancestral hall tomorrow morning and we will set off. Don't forget it."

    He turned around and left. Shi Hua followed him and said in a crisp voice: "Grandpa, village chief, I had a dream last night."

    The old village chief smiled and said: "What dream did you have? Did you dream about your father?"

    Shi Hua rolled his eyes and replied: "That's right. How does the village chief know?"

    The old village chief laughed and said, "I just made a casual guess. What? Miss your dad?" He said, sighing again, feeling that this little baby is really pitiful. His dad passed away early, and his mother only cares about her own survival.  Her biological brother has also left to seek his own life. No one has ever thought about her at all. Although he has a biological uncle, at this juncture, he can't even take care of her. How can he take care of her?

    Shi Hua smiled and said, "I dreamed that my father was digging a well in the yard in front of and behind the house, and finally said, 'There is water in the south,' and then I woke up. Grandpa, village chief, what does this mean?"

    The old village chief stopped, looked down at her doubtfully, and said, "Is this what your father said?"

    Shi Hua opened her black and white eyes and answered seriously: "Yes."

    There was a hint of contemplation on the old village chief's face. When Shi Hua saw it, he knew that everything was done. He smiled and said, "Grandpa, village chief, I'll go back first."

    "Wait a minute," the old village chief asked, "Did your father say anything else?"

    Shi Hua shook his head and said, "No, that's all."

    The old village chief waved his hand and said, "You go back first, but don't forget to come to the ancestral hall tomorrow morning."

    Shi Hua agreed and went towards her home. Humming a long tune, she walked under the moonlight and returned to her yard. She boiled water in the stove and took the big wooden basin with the noodles out of the shrine.  Pull it out from below, shape it into the shape of a steamed bun, and steam it for half an hour. The soft aroma immediately spreads along with the heat, making people unable to help but salivate.

    Shi Hua picked up one and put it in her mouth, then picked up the rest of the nests, put them in a bamboo sieve to air dry and let them cool, then took out a large bamboo tube from behind the door. The bamboo tube was hollow and had edges wrapped around it.  It's thinned, so it's not heavy to carry. There's a lid on top, so you can stuff the dough head in and close it tightly.?Shi Hua observed that there was indeed a family who took the whole family back home at night. She didn't say much. In these days, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in the sky, and the path is chosen by oneself, whether it is life or death.  Don't blame others.

    We walked for another two days, the speed was much slower than before, and everyone's footsteps gradually became heavier. At this moment, the people in front stopped. Shi Hua felt strange, so she went over to take a look, and saw someone in front of her.  There was a group of people resting next to a small grass pond. Apparently they had seen them, and they all stood up and looked over.

    At this time, even a small grass pond is a piece of territory that cannot be coveted by others. The atmosphere between the two parties suddenly became a little tense. Some people even picked up long sticks on the ground and other things, and they started to tense up.  When I was there, someone next to me hesitated and asked: "Why does it look like the Crock Village?"

    "Is it really from Crock Village?" someone asked curiously.

    "I saw Zhang Erbao. Isn't he from Crock Village?" The speaker tried to wave his hand and called out.

    When the people on the opposite side heard this, they all started talking about it. Finally, a young and strong man came out of the crowd and asked for confirmation: "Are you from Wucun?"

    The old village chief raised his voice and replied: "We are from Wucun, are you the third son?"

    The man agreed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Hua remembered that Wucun and Crock Village were only two or three miles apart, and they were married to each other, so people in the two villages were very close to each other.  Somewhat related.

    The old village chief led everyone to the grass pond. When everyone saw each other, they were all familiar faces. When they gathered together, they sighed again. Taking advantage of this break, they all stood or sat on the ground.  Start at home and come back often.

    Shi Hua took the bamboo tube to the pond. The water in the pond was almost dry. It was only three fingers deep. However, the water quality was clean and crystal clear. The water plants at the bottom of the pond were green and looked like a piece of water.  It was as bright as jasper, and several children squatted beside it, looking into the water attentively.

    Shi Hua filled the water with a bamboo tube and was about to cover it. Suddenly, a child next to her suddenly jumped into the water. There was a pop and water splashed everywhere, hitting Shi Hua all over without thinking.

    The child staggered to his feet, holding his hands tightly together. Translucent drops of water fell down in strings between his fingers. A surprised smile broke out on his childish face, revealing a sense of pride and excitement.  Then he immediately restrained himself.

    Although he tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, his raised eyebrows also revealed his mood. Shi Hua saw it, and naturally several other children also saw it, and they all gathered around him. One of the older children ordered:  "You caught it? Show me!"

    The child shook his head, pursed his lips and said, "No, I didn't catch it."

    "Liar!" The older child naturally didn't believe it and said arrogantly: "Open your hand!"

    The child immediately clenched his palms, put them behind his back, took a step back, and said, "No!"

    ¡°Thank you Gou¡¯er, you dare not listen to me?!¡± The eldest child¡¯s tone was very fierce.

    Seeing that something was wrong, the child ran away. The older child shouted: "Hit him! Don't let him run away!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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