The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

After following the convoy for ten miles, Song Nan died.The ten-mile mountain road was already the limit of her limits.If you let her go again, she will fall directly to the ground.

After taking a water bag from Fifth Brother and filling it with water, she felt relieved.

When I rushed back, I saw that a lot of people were coming from the village, following the leading team like a group of moving ants.Except for Song Nan's family and Village Chief Song, the other families did not have ox carts or mule carts, so they had to push carts forward.

In order to carry more things, some people dismantled a two-wheeled cart and made two wheelbarrows.This can hold a lot of stuff, but you can’t bring everything from home.

The men in the family all bend down to push the wheelbarrow and use their arms to control the stability of the wheelbarrow.The women were carrying large bundles and bamboo baskets on their backs, and some of their breast-feeding babies, which were inseparable from their mothers, were tied with a cloth on their chests. They had to take a breath after taking two steps.

And the five- and six-year-old little guys were walking staggeringly. On weekdays, their parents would carry them on their backs when going to town. How could they bear it now?One by one, they puckered their mouths and dropped their little pearls, but the adults in the family paid no attention to them, so they could only cry and drag their heels.

The older children walked with their mothers by themselves, while the children in the village ran around whenever they had nothing to do, so the journey was bearable.But they couldn't bear it, and they also carried bags or bamboo baskets on their backs. They were smarter and found a fire stick to lean on, so they could keep up with the team.

Aren't their shoulders tight?

How could it not be done?I just wanted to bring more things with me.

Song Nan sighed and shook his head. Even if he traveled for three days in his previous life, he still wanted to stuff all the things that might be useful into his suitcase.

This is an escape. Unless something unexpected happens, we will never be able to come back to this place. Don’t we all want to take our belongings with us?

After looking at the situation behind him, Song Nan gritted his teeth and continued walking.

She didn't take anything with her, so she carried the small bundle that Song's mother had given her on her fifth brother. When she was hungry or thirsty, she poked fifth brother twice, and Song Huai immediately brought the things to her.

Just this, what else could she complain about?

Didn’t you see that the children following behind were all very tired? Isn’t there anything the family can do?

Not to mention the unfamiliar people behind, it was also very difficult for Village Chief Song and his family who were following behind the Liu family and his wife.

Village Chief Song's family only has one cow. Now Village Chief Song's grandson Song Shan is driving the cart, and his father Song Youfu is pushing the cart behind.

Four-year-old Sandan was sleeping crookedly on the luggage of the oxcart. Song Jin, who had originally walked with Song Nan, also lagged behind as they walked.If her mother He Shi and grandma Zheng Shi hadn't nudged her from time to time, she would have fallen to the back of the line.

Village Chief Song is a very strong man. Even if his son and grandson asked him to get on the bullock cart to rest, he would not get on.I followed my daughter-in-law, grandson-in-law, and great-granddaughter all the way with a smile on my face.

"Don't look at my age. When I was young, I could walk dozens of miles every day. You guys, don't underestimate me, I'm not old yet!"

The little old man said this with missing teeth, and his voice was so loud that Song Nan, who was sitting next to the Liu family, heard it. She asked Song's mother in a low voice: "Is what Third Grandpa said true? Is it so powerful to walk dozens of miles a day?" "

"About that. At that time, your third grandfather's family hadn't bought a bullock cart yet, and it cost three cents to ride the cart to the county seat. So your third grandfather took the villagers to push the cart all the way to the county seat to sell things in the early morning, and then pushed it back in the afternoon. There were more than ten people. I can save seventy or eighty cents a day, and everyone thinks it’s worth it.”

Song Nan briefly described the affairs of the older generation, and Song Nan was dumbfounded.

Walk all the way to the county seat?

It takes two hours one way by bullock cart, so they go there on foot?Wouldn’t that mean half a day is spent walking?

Later, he was the first person in the village to buy a bullock cart. No wonder he became the village chief.

"Mom, do you know how many families are coming? I think there are hundreds of people." Song Nan glanced at the ant-like motorcade and felt goosebumps on her body unconsciously.

Mother Song looked back and shook her head: "It is estimated that there are about ten families, most of them are from the Song family. It seems that the Wang family has not followed."

There are two major families in Qingshan Village, the Song family and the Wang family, and Wang Xiulan is a member of the Wang family.The Song family had split up before, and the old man from the Wang family who followed the village chief was the former patriarch of the Wang family, and the current patriarch is his son.

Looking around, the only people with bullock carts in the convoy were Song Nan's family and Village Chief Song's family. Song's mother guessed that the Wang family had not followed.

Song Nan nodded, it was a good thing he didn't follow.

But Song Nan didn't know that two families of people she didn't want to see followed at the end of the motorcade.

Father Du Feng pushed the cart forward with his head buried in his chest, only looking at the marks left by the wheels on the ground.

"I said, why did you listen to that damn girl Song He? Follow the Song family? No one from her mother's side came with her. We have been walking for a long time, and your mother and I are almost broken! The trees in the mountains are still there. Green, how good would it be to stay in the village?!"

Li Guihua was hunched over, carrying a bamboo basket on her back. The food in the basket strangled her shoulders, and she kept cursing at Song He.

Song He, who was walking behind the Du family, pinched his palms and stared at Li Guihua.

If it weren't for the fact that she was Du Fengniang, she wouldn't have wanted to take this woman with her and just leave her in Qingshan Village to die!

Song He stepped on a small stone and fell forward.After Wang Xiulan pulled him up, she heard him crying loudly.

"Wow! I'm not leaving!"

"Mom! I can't walk! My foot is about to break!"

Wang Xiulan's legs couldn't help but tremble as her legs were being held, and she patted her baby son's back with one hand to coax her: "Good boy Xiaohe, let me see where I fell."

Song He covered his knees, crying with tears and runny nose: "It hurts! It hurts! I want to take the car, I don't want to leave!"

He saw many children of his age sitting in the car. That guy Song Hao must also be sitting in the car without leaving, and he has three cows at home!He can also change seats!Why do you have to go so far? !

"Okay, okay, get in the car and get in the car." Wang Xiulan held the kid close to Song Song's car.

Song Song stopped the car, not caring that the clothes on his back were clinging to his body, and shouted to his son: "Get in the car and have a rest, and come back later."

Song He got into the car as he wished, lying on his stomach with his eyes closed, looking content. How could he hear his father saying that he would come down and leave later?

At this stop, the Song Song family was dropped a few meters further by the motorcade.

Song Song quickly pulled up the handlebar and continued pushing the car.But after stopping for a while, he suddenly became discouraged. How could he push a cart that weighed dozens of kilograms now?

Song He didn't want to come down, so Wang Xiulan had to put down her things and help Song Song push the cart.After the car was on the road steadily, she turned back to pick up the baggage.

After this delay, I fell behind by another ten meters.

Song He frowned when he saw this situation. This has just happened at the beginning. What will he do in the future?

It would be nice if there was a bullock cart, and she could get on it and rest.