Liang Jiuduan sat on the horse, looked up at the sun that was about to set, pointed at it with a horse whip, and cursed loudly: "Mother, you can't survive when it's hot, but you run very fast when it's cold, are you looking for trouble?"
Liu Gua was pushing a wheelbarrow with a three-year-old baby on his back. Hearing Liang Jiu's words, he laughed loudly and shouted, "Young man Liang, you can't be disrespectful to the Japanese."
"It's up to you. If I'm happy, I'll scold it. If I'm unhappy, I'll scold it. The wind is blowing!" Liang Jiu turned the horse's head and shouted loudly: "Set up camp on the spot."
"Set up camp!"
"Set up camp!"
The sound spread far away, and the afterglow of the sun, with the ruddy color of sunset, shone on the desolate land where fallen leaves were dancing.
Liu Gua took a deep breath and stopped the wheelbarrow. Mrs. Liu put the heavy package beside the wheelbarrow and asked her nine-year-old son if his feet still hurt. The child shook his head and ran behind Liu Gua, shouting "Sister", he hugged the girl down.
"Don't worry about the child for now. Is there any water? Let's give Grandma Wang some water first."
Liu Gua shouted.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu quickly took out the water bag from the package, looked at the somewhat shriveled water bag, licked her lips, looked at the big longing eyes of her son and daughter, cruelly stuffed it back into the package, and whispered: " We have no water at home.”
Liu Gua glanced at it and immediately looked through the package. Looking at the hand blocking her, Liu Gua couldn't help but glared at Mrs. Liu and said, "Po Wang is old. She has been traveling for two months. How can she be missing something?" Water, he has a lot of babies, let’s just endure it a little longer.”
"But our children are thirsty too."
Mrs. Liu hurriedly advised.
"I don't have any eyesight. Who rescued our daughter when she fainted from the heat? Wasn't she Wang Po? There were so many of us on the road and we didn't take care of each other and help each other. Who could survive?"
Liu Gua took out the water bag, but seeing that Mrs. Liu was still reluctant to give it up, she said, "Okay, there must be a water source nearby. We will go get water later."
Grandma Wang was already over sixty, and her children were going to immigrate. She didn’t want to die without a filial piety around her, so she had to sit on the little donkey that her two sons bought for most of their fortune. A family of ten people, old and young, wandered here. There are eight people.
Behind and in front of Liu Gua, Wang Po and others, there was an endless line of people, like giant dragons, lying on the land of the Central Plains. Some wealthy families began to set up tents, and some people simply picked up a lot of dead leaves, spread them on the ground, and then arranged thin quilts for the elderly or children to lie down and rest. The men went to find water sources, and the women went to pick up the dead leaves. branches, and then deliver them to the grain truck in front of each team.
The truck unloaded the grain, set up the stove, and waited uneasily for the water fetcher to return.
What if there is no river in this land?
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If there is no well or pond, it would be unlucky. Although we won't be hungry, and there are hard steamed buns prepared in advance, but without water, eating the steamed buns alone will cause problems.
Along the way, we encountered water shortages. In order not to die of thirst on the road, the only way was to hurry up. Even if someone fainted from thirst and could not hurry, they just found some cars to push them and walked out. water source.
But this is not a mountainous area, but a plain, and rivers are still easy to find.
Chen Mu stood in front of the river, his tiredness slowly dissipating on his face, and he quickly shouted to the people behind him: "We have found the river."
Liu Gua, Liang Jiu and others ran over one after another. Looking at the wide river in front of them, they couldn't help shouting. The noise was so loud that they couldn't really hear what it was.
"where is this?"
Chen Mu asked Liang Jiu.
Liang Jiu squinted at the river, shook his head and said, "I don't know, there's no sign on this river. You fetch water for cooking, I'll ask the local people to make sure you don't fall into the river."
After getting on his horse, Liang Jiu headed north along the river. Less than three miles away, he saw a village. When he asked someone about it, he burst into tears.
Oh my god, this is the Yongding River.
Woo, here we are, we are finally here.
After trekking through mountains and rivers, after all the hard work, we finally arrived at Yongding River!
Liang Jiu shouted, waving his riding whip, urging the horses to run faster towards the camp. The smoke from the cooking pots rose in the light night, and the tall withered poplar trees stood proudly like sergeants.
"Don't make a living, pack your bags and leave immediately."
Liang Jiu screamed.
The rice has been washed here, but suddenly they say no food is allowed? What's going on? Could there be a big insect jumping out here? There are no mountains here, so where do the tigers come from?
Chen Mu leaned under the tree, with his two sons, three daughters, and his wife Cui Niang beside him. Since setting off from Anyi, Pingyang, Shanxi, his two legs have almost been broken, and even the child's feet have been picked up a few times. The blood blisters have now turned into calluses.
It turns out that immigration is so painful.
This is because the imperial court used countless people and stored so much food and materials along the way. I can't imagine what the great immigration was like during the Hongwu period. I heard that many people died.
Fortunately, everyone supported each other along the way, and there was no big trouble. Except for dozens of people who got sick and stayed in the cities along the way to recuperate, there weren't many problems.
"Don't make a living, pack your bags and leave immediately."
The voice came over, and Chen Mu shook his head, thinking that he heard wrongly.
Cui Niang took Chen Mu's arm
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, pointed to the child who was already tired and asleep, and said: "Go to Liang Jiu and talk to him. It's been a whole day's journey and we can't go any further."
Chen Mu saw some restlessness among the people, stood up and patted the dirt on his clothes, and said: "Although this Liang Jiu doesn't have a few good words in his mouth, he is a sharp-tongued man. If he goes on his way, maybe something will happen." , just wait a minute, I’ll go find out.”
The men in the family came out one after another, surrounded Liang Jiu, and asked Liang Jiu to give an explanation. Liang Jiu looked at the people gathered around him, and shouted with red eyes: "Listen, everyone, pack your bags and hurry up. Ahead is the Yongding River. Cross it." Across the river, we reach Wanping County. Your home is in Wanping County, which is still ten miles away. Do you think you should go home and make rice, or eat here?"
The sound spread, and a group of elders looked at Liang Jiu. They did not answer his question, but their eyes were red, and tears kept rolling in their eyes. Some of the weak-tempered ones had already swallowed them.
The more than two-month migration journey passed through the Taihang Mountains, with rivers passing by without stopping, and wooden bridges passing by without stopping.
I can’t even remember how many fields and villages I walked through!
This group of people are like duckweeds, floating between heaven and earth, never seeing a place that belongs to them. They all say that they are in front, in front, but day by day, they are still in front.
There is no end, and there is no hope in sight.
Sometimes, Chen Mu would wonder if he would just take his wife and children with him, and suffer failure and death on this road of no return. The wife murmurs in pain in the middle of the night, the child screams in pain in his sleep, it's all suffering.
This road is too difficult.
Now, ahead is the Yongding River, and ahead is Wanping County!
The duckweed is about to fall to the ground, take root, and stop.
There is our home in front of us. We are no longer wanderers with no fixed abode, no longer refugees with nowhere to stay, and no longer people wandering around the world with nowhere to rest their thoughts and emotions.
Our home is not far away.
At this time, what else can you care about eating and resting?
More than a thousand miles, more than two months, after walking twists and turns for so long, are you still afraid that you won't be able to finish the last ten miles?
"Set off!"
Chen Mu stiffened his neck and shouted towards the night sky, using all his strength to release the long-pressed emotions in his heart.
The sleeping children were either woken up or carried on their backs. Some parents disliked their children's lack of energy and simply served them with their shoes. After hearing this, the old people were even more excited and energetic.
There is a bridge in front, it is the Marco Polo Bridge.
My home is in Wanping, where there is fertile soil.
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