Traveling through ancient times to survive

The tribesmen left obediently. Brother Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He never expected that the Zhao people were so united. He didn't dare to threaten them anymore. He could only lower his body and act pitifully to gain sympathy.

"Chief Zhao, you are all hiding in the mountains, and the medicine is of little use. We are in much more danger in the village than your people. Considering that you have been our fellow villagers for so many years, can you be kind and leave the medicine to us? I beg you here."

The clan leader was silent for a long time, but he still ordered: "Boss, take out the remaining medicine."

Zhao Desong: "Dad, how can you..."

The patriarch shouted: "I told you to go!"

Zhao Desong took the medicine indignantly and threw it in front of Brother Wang. Having achieved his goal, Brother Wang didn't mind Zhao Desong's bad attitude at all. He happily picked up the medicine bag and opened it. His happy expression paused. He looked at Zhao Desong suspiciously. Could it be that this kid was disobedient and secretly hid it?

"Why is there only this much?"

Zhao Desong was too lazy to even get angry: "People in the quarantine area need to boil medicine every day. It's already a great saving to have this half bag left. If you don't believe me, go and search for yourself to see if there is any medicine left in my house!"

"No, you're kidding. How could I not trust the character of Patriarch Zhao and his family?"

Brother Wang left with the medicine. Along the way, one of the villagers who followed him couldn't help but ask: "Brother Wang, they must have kept it secret. Why did you agree to leave?"

Brother Wang glanced at the person who asked the question with an ambiguous look: "How could I not know that he was hiding something? Look at the way those Zhao people defended their clan leader. What else can we do if we don't leave? Can you beat those people?"

The person asking the question lowered his head in disappointment, and someone else spoke with a worried look on his face: "Brother Wang, this half bag of medicine is too little, we don't have enough!"

"Let's save some money. We don't need to worry about the people in the quarantine area. We are not as kind-hearted as that old man Zhao Yuanhong. This will be enough for a long time."

Everyone suddenly realized: "Yes, what does the people from other villages have to do with us! If Zhao Yuanhong hadn't pretended to be a good person, we would definitely have been able to get more."

Meanwhile, in the room, Zhao Desong was angry and puzzled: "Dad, why did you give half of the medicine to those ungrateful people?"

The tribe leader patiently explained: "We are leaving soon, so we should not cause any trouble. If we don't give them any benefits, they will fight to the death and destroy the quarantine area, and our tribe will be in danger."

Zhao Desong was convinced, and another thing came to his mind: "Oh, Dad, what should we do with those families whose relatives are still in the quarantine area? We have already torn our faces with the Wang family, so isn't it a bad idea to let those families wait any longer?"

"Tell them to leave together tomorrow and stay behind our main group. Just keep some distance. If their relatives can't walk, they will have to be carried. They can't stay here anymore."

"Okay, I'll go and notify them right away."

After Zhao Desong left, six more families with different surnames came to visit, including Feng Jun, the former troublemaker.

The clan leader said expressionlessly: "I am no longer the village chief. If you have any questions, please go to your new village chief."

Feng Jun smiled flatteringly: "No, no, no, Chief, we want to move into the mountains with you, is that okay?"

The clan leader looked up in surprise and looked at the six families in front of him. Except for Feng Jun, the others had indeed been very low-key. They had little contact with the group of people just now and were all very obedient and did not cause trouble.

"The Wangs are all ungrateful rats. We are not like them. We are very grateful for your hard work for us over the years. We want to follow your guidance forever."

Aunt Wang’s husband was anxious: “You can scold them all you want, but don’t take me with you. I’m not in the same group with them!”

Several people were stunned, looking at each other, and then apologized embarrassedly: "Sorry, I forgot that your last name is also Wang."

The solemn atmosphere was broken, and Feng Jun tried to pull it back: "Patriarch, if you agree, I am willing to change my surname to Zhao immediately."

The others were not to be outdone: "Chief, we have always respected you and hope to continue to follow you."

"It's not impossible for you to follow us, but I have one condition, and that is that you are not allowed to cause trouble again!"

The clan leader's eyes were fixed on Feng Jun, basically targeting him alone.

Feng Jun was shameless and pretended not to see it. He swore solemnly, "We will obey! If we disobey, we will be at the mercy of the clan leader."

Early the next morning, a team of more than a hundred people had packed their luggage and were waiting for the order to set off.

Looking at the huge team in front of him, Zhao Qing was speechless. This must be two-thirds of the entire village's population, right? Isn't it said that the ancients were reluctant to leave their homeland? How come so many people are willing to give up everything and follow him into the mountains when they are not even in desperate situations? Clearly, only a few families were planning to travel light, so how come there are more than a hundred people?

Forget it, as long as they don’t cause trouble, it doesn’t matter if there are more people, Zhao Qing sighed and stopped thinking about it.

The team set out, with Zhao Chengchuan and Li Wu leading the way. The mountain road was difficult to walk on, and the people were carrying heavy objects. In less than an hour, everyone was panting and sweating profusely.

The two leaders decided to take a break. Everyone relaxed and collapsed on a tree nearby, not caring about getting dirty.

After a short break, Zhao Lan came over. Zhao Qing was very surprised: "How did you have time to come here? Didn't your parents force you to do hard labor?"

Zhao Lan asked, "Is there another daughter who married out in the old house?"

Zhao Qing searched through his original body's memories in his mind: "There really is such a person."

Zhao Lan thought thoughtfully: "No wonder, that old woman has been in a bad mood these past two days, like she's crazy, staring at me for no reason, that look scared me so much that I felt cold all over, and she kept muttering to herself, trying to make trouble for me. No one else dared to offend her."

"Then why did you dare to sneak over here?"

Zhao Lan's face was numb. She had been through a lot in just one day.

"I didn't run away secretly. She just can't stand me now. She wants to eat me up when she sees me. Maybe she remembered her daughter who is in danger, so she sent me here."

"Okay, come over and follow me."

"Hey, why are they willing to move into the mountains? If they can't bear to leave their daughter, they can just wait in the village."

Zhao Lan's tone was regretful. In fact, she really wanted to cut ties with her original relatives. She just asked politely, but she didn't expect them to agree. If she had known, she would not have asked. She felt uncomfortable when she thought that these people would continue to hang around in front of her.

Zhao Qing consoled him, "We're here now. Continue to practice with me and improve your skills. If you don't like it, just flip the table."

"I know, cousin, this is the only way."

Zhao Lan is quite self-aware. For someone as simple-minded as her, it's best for her to just forget about fighting with the best with wits. The best she can do is conquer them with force.