Drive a RV and go farming in ancient times.

The noodle soup that he had for breakfast included green wild vegetables and frangipani. When it came out of the pot, Xu Huaiyi poured some sesame oil. The fragrance could float three miles in the wind.

When the villagers saw this, most of them were already numb.

Of course, some people are used to it and some are not used to it, and it is inevitable that they can't help but say something sour.

At this time, someone will jump out and say something fair, "I dug ginseng and bought a lot of grain when the price of food was not too outrageous. Can I just make it at will? I'm so envious. Who can tell me that I am not only lucky?" , and what about your discernment, why didn’t you exchange all the money in your hands for food and save it earlier? Then now you don’t have to swish and count the grains of rice to put into the pot, and you can also eat delicious and spicy food, hum, now , It’s too late for people who are jealous to live a comfortable life!”

"Then he is too flamboyant. Everyone eats bran-thick vegetables, but he can still eat fine grains, and he still eats them in such a high-profile manner. He must consider the feelings of others, right?"

When these words came out, someone immediately said, "What? You have to let people eat glutinous rice with you to share the joys and sorrows? If you think this is the right thing to do, then go to him to argue, think about Xu Youtian , I'm still lying on the kang unable to move, who do you think Huaiyi is, that he can arrange it at will?"

These words were so destructive that everyone immediately became as honest as a quail.

After dinner, we hit the road again.

Village Chief Xu shouted at the top of his lungs, urging every household to bring enough water. If water sources were difficult to find, they would have to rely on the little water they had stored.

These words inevitably made the villagers anxious, but it was always right to prepare for a rainy day, so when they set off, many people had heavier luggage, which undoubtedly slowed down the speed.

Village Chief Xu looked secretly anxious and went to discuss this matter with Xu Huaiyi, "What do you think we should do about this? I don't worry if I don't bring enough water, but if I ask them to throw away other things, they will definitely be reluctant to part with it..."

Xu Huaiyi did not say a solution, but only reminded lightly, "At this rate, it might take about forty days to get to the capital in one month. If everyone has enough food and thick enough clothes, It doesn’t matter.”

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Xu turned around and urged him.

The villagers were obedient, but they inevitably complained.

Village Chief Xu had a sullen face and pretended not to hear. Anyway, as long as he didn't slow down.

Xu Huaiyi didn't care even more. He drove the mule cart leisurely, cracked melon seeds, and chatted with Xu Changsong and Xu Huaixiao from time to time. He didn't feel bored at all.

My legs were numb and my waist was tired from sitting, so I came down and walked a few steps. I felt so full of energy that it was hard to compare.

It’s also confusing.

Xu Changsong spent most of his boring time thinking about Xu Huaiyi. How did he maintain such strong energy? Just because you eat well and feel full?

Xu Changbai hit the nail on the head when he said, "Brother Xu must have perseverance. Only in this way can he bravely face the many hardships and tests on the road to escape without being knocked down by fatigue."

Xu Changsong, "..."

He very much suspected that his younger brother was bewitched by Xu Huaiyi, and the adoring tone simply made his heart tremble.

When they stopped to rest, Gao Zhuang and Liu Xiuwen, who were at the end of the team, came over. There was also a dark-skinned young man with a cold expression, as if he was reluctant.

Xu Huaiyi recognized him as Xu Huaian, the eldest grandson of his fourth uncle's family, but couldn't figure out why he had such a face and didn't bother to answer. He turned to the other two people and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Gao Zhuang squatted down on the hay next to him and said cheerfully, "My father sent me here to let you know that those people who followed us were a little dishonest last night."

Xu Huaiyi raised his eyebrows, "Are you thinking about our food?"

Gao Zhuang shook his head, with a somewhat complicated look on his face, "They fought for food themselves, not in front of us. I thought they would stick together and be on guard all the time. Who would have thought that we wouldn't have to deal with them?" There was internal fighting..."

Xu Huaiyi sneered unsurprisingly, "They are not in the same group to begin with, and they don't have much food to eat. They don't dare to attack us, so they can only attack those around them. How is the attack? Is it serious?"

Gao Zhuang whispered, "It seems someone died..."

Xu Huaiyi said calmly, "It's normal."

Gao Zhuang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard him say this so calmly.

Xu Huaian frowned, but he couldn't hold it back anymore, "Just beating someone to death for their stuttering, don't you think this is too cruel and cruel?"

Xu Huaiyi glanced at him indifferently, "In peacetime, it is definitely not okay to kill people for food, but now you are fleeing famine, so let's ignore it. Natural selection, the weak eat the strong. If someone robs your family's food now, Don’t you resist?”

"Then there's no need to beat people to death..."

"When a person is hungry and anxious, and sees a stuttering person, it is like a wolf staring at its prey. It will not stop until it kills you. If you don't kill him, you will keep him alive for the New Year?"

"But……"

"There is no but. You don't need to beat him to death, just run away, right? Huh, letting the tiger go back to the mountains is the most stupid thing..." Xu Huaiyi twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered in a mocking tone, "Canglin knows etiquette. You know honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing. If you don't be cruel in this current situation, the other party won't pity you when something happens, and you may be the one who dies."

Xu Huaian's expression changed.

Liu Xiuwen said at this time, "I think Brother Xu is right. Now is not the time to talk about etiquette, because others are holding knives and staring at us eagerly. If we don't resist, we will die."

Xu Huaian probably felt that he couldn't hold it in his face, so he turned around and left.

Xu Huaiyi said speechlessly, "What's wrong with him?"

Gao Zhuang was well-informed and reminded in a low voice, "He didn't want to leave the village. It was your fourth uncle who insisted on going with you, so he came out because he had no choice."

"Why don't you want to leave?"

"He made an appointment to get married. It was supposed to happen next month. Now that he's gone, the marriage will have to be postponed."

"The woman's family won't leave, right? Then explain the situation to the woman's family and come through in advance."

"Let's talk about it here, but the other side won't agree."

"Good guy, so you blame me for this anger?"

Gao Zhuang laughed dryly and changed the subject, "What should we pay attention to when beating people to death? Do we have to find ways to be on guard? Those are people who don't care about their lives. We are not afraid of them robbing them openly, but we are afraid of them using them behind their backs." Yin.”

Xu Huaiyi thought for a while, "When we stop for lunch, I'll go take a look first."

Gao Zhuang nodded, "Alright."

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Xu Huaiyi thought of his promise to Liu Xiuwen to borrow books before, so he knocked on the carriage and said, "My wife, Brother Xiuwen wants to read a book. Please bring one to me."

In the carriage, Gu Huanxi was writing something. She was holding a charcoal pen in her hand. Xu Huaiyi made it for her with a burned wooden stick. It was wrapped with something so that it would not stain her hands.

The reason why I used charcoal instead of a brush was naturally because it was too difficult to write with a brush while the mule cart was traveling, and the writing didn't look good. It was easier to write without a charcoal pen.

After hearing Xu Huaiyi's words, she picked out a travel diary and handed it out through the window. This travel diary was not written by Gu Jian, but bought from a bookstore when she was in the capital. It was relatively famous and had good content. She had already Already finished reading.