Zhan Qingyue nodded thoughtfully. It was his father, so he couldn't say much.
"What else can we do? Don't you intellectuals have a saying that says, "Be aware of things with emotion, and be moved with reason? Just do it!"
She smiled helplessly and shrugged her shoulders. With such a cheap father who has no independent opinions and a soft heart, is it possible that she can still let go?
He was so soft-hearted and deserved to become a brother-supporting demon. Fortunately, he was discovered in time, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss.
"Brother Han, thank you. Don't worry, I won't betray you."
Han Yiyun smiled calmly: "Those who are betrayed or not are all people who eat from the same pot. They are outsiders."
The two returned to their home base, and Zhan Qingyue pretended to clean up.
"Hey, where's the bag of grain I put here earlier?"
When Zhan Dayou saw her pointing to the place where the food was before, he couldn't help but feel guilty: "Yueyue, your grandfather is sick. The food... I took the food to your grandfather."
Zhan Qingyue didn't expect that her father would confess so quickly. This had nothing to do with the discussion between her and Han Yiyun about whether to betray or not.
"Dad, I will never forget what they did. On the way to escape, they also wanted to scatter all the people in our family! What kind of life our family lived in the past, haven't you forgotten it?"
Zhan Dayou lowered his head, looked bad, and said nothing.
He also knew that his wife and children had endured hardships with him over the years, especially since he fled the famine. He was almost, just almost, about to lose them.
But looking at old man Zhan lying there helplessly, he couldn't bear to be cruel.
"Yueyue, your grandfather is very ill and has no one to take care of him. He is lying on a rag. When I went to see him, his face was flushed and he looked haggard. He was half buried in the ground..."
Zhan Dayou's voice became smaller and smaller, so low that it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying.
Zhan Qingyue observed Zhan Dayou's expression and sighed helplessly.
"Dad, we have separated from grandpa and his family. The second uncle and the third uncle have their own hands and feet. Can't two grown men still take care of an old man?"
"I rely on you for everything. I need money and food. I don't think about you when I'm enjoying my happiness!"
The truth is this, but Zhan Dayou has been used to being honest for most of his life, and is used to serving Zhan's family, just like a person who has been kneeling for a long time will never get up again.
"Okay, Dad understands. It was Dad who was wrong. You are right, Yueyue. There will be no next time."
Zhan Qingyue sighed, and she couldn't see that Zhan Dayou was reluctant to let go of the so-called "filial piety" in his heart, but he was just admitting his mistake and agreeing on the surface.
Wanting Zhan Dayou to get rid of his foolish filial piety is not something that can be done overnight. Zhan Qingyue simply borrowed the donkey from Poxia and stopped worrying about today's events with Zhan Dayou.
Early the next morning, the fleeing team set off again.
Everyone has long been accustomed to rushing early in the morning and stopping to rest when the sun is strong at noon.
Everyone moved forward with all their strength. As the sun gradually rose, the speed of the team also slowed down.
"Rest where you are."
Zhang Lizheng suddenly stopped and shouted to the team. The people behind him also stopped, each looking for a place to set up camp.
Zhan Qingyue carried a bamboo basket as usual and took Xia Hong and some other villagers to go up the mountain to find food.
"Dad, our family doesn't have much food. We don't know when we can meet the towns to exchange for food. You can go into the mountains with me today."
"It just so happens that I saw that the surrounding forest is quite dense, so I might be able to catch some prey."
Zhan Dayou was originally worried about putting his family in danger because he sent out a bag of grain. When he heard Zhan Qingyue's invitation, he carried another bamboo basket without saying a word and followed Zhan Qingyue into the mountains.
When he arrived in the forest, Zhan Dayou discovered that there were many people coming in looking for food.
In addition to Xia Hong and the young men who often hunted with Zhan Qingyue, there were also some other villagers.
As soon as they entered the forest, everyone spread out, keeping far away from each other but not invisible.
All edible wild vegetables and grasses were thrown into the bamboo basket, and even bark and grass roots were not spared.
"Uncle Zhan, there are a lot of bamboos around here. If you dig deeper according to the cracked area, you might be able to find bamboo shoots!"
Hu Dayong smiled and waved a hoe in a bamboo forest, and warmly greeted Zhan Dayou to dig together.
"This is what Miss Yue taught me. There is little rain this year and the bamboo shoots cannot come out. Dig according to the cracks and dig accurately."
Zhan Dayou frowned slightly, he was just digging bamboo shoots, but he saw that there were a lot of bark and grass roots in Hu Dayong's bamboo basket.
"Dayong, I remember that your family is not like this. Why are there even bark and grass roots..."
"Hey!" Hu Dayong laughed sarcastically: "I don't know when I will be able to reach the town. If it is like the last town, no matter how rich the family background is, I can't resist it!"
"Don't look at the bark and grass roots. It's much better than Guanyin soil. It's still tender. If you stew it for a while, it will be just as mushy. The taste is no worse than multigrain porridge!"
Hu Dayong grabbed a piece of grass root and held it in his mouth, then divided another piece and handed it to Zhan Dayou.
Zhan Dayou tasted it and found that it did have a faint sweetness and was very tender without much chewiness.
"Many people from our village come to the forest to look for food. I can't calm down. I can't beat those old women and young wives digging wild vegetables. I can only pick those who are good at it. It's just harder than others. "
Hu Dayong chuckled: "As long as you can fill your stomach, it doesn't matter if you work hard."
He spat on the smooth hoe handle, hummed and started digging. After digging a foot or two deep, he dug out a bamboo shoot as thick as his thumb.
Zhan Dayou was a little moved. He looked at the villagers around him who were digging weeds and peeling tree bark. There were even children under ten years old.
When it comes to the family situation before fleeing famine, I am afraid that two-thirds of the people present are worse than the old man's family, but they can still survive without starving to death because of their hard work.
Zhan Dayou suddenly figured out something. Even if old man Zhan is sick, the second and third children, who are so good at it, can't support themselves. They are no longer as good as a baby.
This is just to take advantage of the old man, because he thinks he is easy to control, and he doesn't want his two sons to work hard.
I am so confused!
Thinking of this, Zhan Dayou also dug up bamboo shoots diligently.
Zhan Qingyue saw Zhan Dayou's transformation and felt relieved.
After returning to the station, Zhan Qingyue specially gave Han Yiyun two eager fruits he found in the forest.
"Brother Han, thank you for what happened earlier. If it weren't for you, my father would have returned to his original dark life."
Zhan Qingyue smiled sweetly: "This is the fruit I picked up from the bird's nest. It is salted, not bad, and very sweet. You can try it and see, I have rubbed it."
Han Yiyun held the two unnamed wild fruits in his hands, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, and a strange ripple appeared in his heart.
