But Nan Xiangyun was not saved by her on her own initiative? Does this count?
Ying Qingci didn't understand this space, and everything in the space was born because of the energy of life, and its changes should be inextricably linked to the energy of life.
Saving people and upgrading it was just a guess on her part.
"Be good, be good?"
"Huh? Milk?"
"My dear, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Huang Xuecao looked at Ying Qingci with worried eyes, and occasionally put his hand on her forehead.
"I'm fine, baby." Ying Qingci shook her head quickly.
"Are you really okay?" Huang Xuecao asked again with some worry. After hearing Huang Xuecao's words, Ying Wangcai and others on the side also focused on Ying Qingci.
"It's really okay."
Ying Qingci shook her head, "Nai, I was just thinking about something, don't worry."
"That's good." Hearing Ying Qingci's words, Huang Xuecao couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, "It'll be fine."
Since Ying Qingci was fine, they were ready to set off. The next destination was not far from Quling Mansion.
They were heading south in the opposite direction to their original itinerary. They had to go back and forth for more than half a month, not counting food and other necessary factors.
Walking all the way south, they didn't meet many people at first, but on the only way south, they suddenly discovered that there were suddenly more refugees.
Looking at the increasing number of people, Ying Qingci frowned. It seemed that Nan Xiangyun did not lie to them. The north was indeed in chaos. Most of the refugees in the north were now preparing to flee south.
On the way, they also met many wealthy people, who were also traveling in large and small bags.
Could it be that the war has already begun?
Ying Qingci's eyes fell on the crowd. She didn't know what she saw. She raised her eyebrows lightly and landed under a dead tree not far away. A mother and daughter were resting on the dead tree.
Yes, it was the Shuanghua mother and daughter she had met before.
Unexpectedly, they would also be on this road. Looking at the people from Zhangjiacun in the distance, she was convinced. It seemed that the people from Zhangjiacun had the same destination as them, and they only appeared now. On a road.
"Mom, dad, grandma, let's take a rest where we are."
They rushed to the fork in the road going south and spent more than a day on the road. Fortunately, they had bought shoes. Otherwise, if they were still wearing the previous shoes, the soles would have been worn away.
"Milk, let me give you some water."
Fortunately, she replenished the water supply in time, otherwise, the family's throats would not have smoked along the way.
Even though she had only been walking for more than a day, the weather on the road was dry and dry. Even if she added enough water, her family members' lips were now very dry and cracked.
"No, dear, just drink."
"Milk, I've drank it." After Ying Qingci finished speaking, he handed another water from the basket to Zhu Qing and the others, "Mom, Dad, you can drink some too."
She knitted the backpack yesterday while she was out looking for food. It just so happened that the wicker sticks had been soaked in the water in her space for enough time and were flexible enough, so she took the opportunity to knit it and it was easy to use. .
When Huang Xuecao first saw the backpack she had knitted, she was so shocked that she was speechless. After all, the backpack Ying Qingci knitted was very delicate, and the workmanship was very delicate, and the gaps were exceptionally symmetrical.
"Sister, drink~"
Xiao Qinghao took a small bamboo tube that belonged to him and handed it to Ying Qingci's mouth.
"Have we, Xiaoqi, drank? Look, your lips are dry."
"Drink~"
Ying Qinghao said obediently. After these days of maintenance, Ying Qinghao was much fatter than when he first started, and there was a lot more flesh on his cheeks.
"Okay, sister, take a sip."
Ying Qingci took a sip. In order to ensure that her family was well hydrated without attracting the attention of others, Ying Qingci made several identical bamboo tubes. However, each bamboo tube had a special mark on it, representing a different person.
To prevent others from discovering it, Ying Qingci put them all in a basket on his back. If others could not see the soup, they would think it was a bamboo tube and they would not be too suspicious.
Ying Qingci hugged Ying Qinghao and sat on the stones on the roadside, looking around. Compared with Quling Mansion, there were scattered weeds on the road. The environment was obviously much better than in the far north.
It seems that this place is already close to the south. Although the drought is still severe here, there are still scattered weeds on the roadside, which means that there were very few people going to the south before.
If you go further down, you will actually encounter food.
This can be regarded as the good news in so many days.
…
"The boundary of Guangyuan is ahead. If we keep persisting, we will be able to rest when we reach the boundary of Guangyuan."
"Don't worry, grandpa, we have plenty of strength!"
Ying Qingjia is very active and does not feel tired even with a backpack on his back. I don't know why, but he always feels that he has endless energy in his body these days.
However, as soon as they reached the edge of the Guangyuan boundary, they heard bursts of noise around them.
There was a group of people gathered not far away, all of whom were carrying swords and armor, like...soldiers? Still the kind of soldier in the military camp.
But, why are there soldiers here? Is it to rescue refugees? But if that were the case, they probably wouldn't draw their swords against them and surround those refugees.
Ying Qingci intuitively felt that something was wrong.
But now she doesn't know what is wrong.
"Grandma, father and mother, please wait here while I go over to find out the news."
"Be good..."
"little six…"
"Mistress, don't worry, grandma, I'll get it by ear."
Ying Qingci spoke quickly before Huang Xuecao and Zhu Qing could speak.
"Okay, then be careful."
"Um."
Ying Qingci walked forward with the cloth bag she carried. As soon as she walked over, she heard the noise over there.
"Why don't you let us pass?"
"That's right, why?"
"Why? Just because you have stepped into King Xiang's realm, and King Xiang has the final say on everything here!"
The leading soldier spoke arrogantly, his eyes falling on the group of ragged refugees at his feet, disdain flashing in his eyes, and a hint of indifference towards them.
It seems that in their eyes, they are insignificant ants, and their lives can be taken away at any time.
"What's wrong with Prince Xiang? Are the lives of us refugees not our lives?"
"Yes! You don't care about our life or death, why should you tax us!"
"Yes, we are not convinced!"
"Not convinced!"
'Trick-'
The man who spoke was directly slashed in the neck by the leading soldier, and blood spattered on the ground, frightening the group of refugees into silence.
When Ying Qingci heard about the expropriation, he was shocked and realized something was wrong. As expected, these soldiers came with bad intentions.
