Chapter 151 Blessings and Misfortunes

Ning Bao shook her head.

"Uncle, Master said that this color of coarse cloth is durable, cheap, and perfect for a naughty kid like me. All the kids in our Taoist temple wear this kind of cloth."

But my master was very good to me. While the other brothers wore coarse cloth for both their inner and outer garments, my inner garment was made of fine, soft cloth. My master said that fine cloth was too expensive and that only I had it…”

Shen Junshan looked at Ning Bao with heartache. It seemed that Ning Bao's master still cared for her, but the conditions were limited.

Shen Junshan picked out some ordinary cotton cloth and coarse cloth, and had Ningbao put away all the other fabrics. Ningbao also took away the antique ornaments on the shelf along with the shelf itself.

The coarse cloth and cotton cloth that Shen Junshan had just picked out were intended for the villagers. He didn't keep too much, estimating that each family could make two sets of clothes.

We still have a long way to go, and having too much stuff would be a burden.

Ningbao put the remaining cloth away separately. After finishing her work, Ningbao searched again and this time found the kitchen. In the kitchen's courtyard, she actually found a granary.

Although most of the grains were coarse grains, Ning Bao and Shen Junshan were very happy. Ning Bao accepted all the grains without hesitation.

Just as Ningbao finished packing up the grain and was about to leave, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a makeshift shed in the corner of the yard. Inside the shed were several carts and a dilapidated horse-drawn carriage. Ningbao looked at the carriage with delight.

"Uncle, what do you think of this car?"

Shen Junshan carefully examined it.

"Hmm, not bad. It's a bit worn, but it can still be used after some cleaning. Ningbao, do you want it?"

Ning Bao nodded.

"Yes, Uncle, Grandpa Zhou said that Chixiao will be given to me after he leaves. This carriage is just right for Chixiao to use. Although the carriage is a bit old and not good enough for Chixiao, it's better to be a little old and safe now that it's a famine year."

Shen Junshan picked up the broom next to him and swept the carriage and several other carts around it.

"Ningbao, you can put it away for now if you like it. When I have the chance in the future, I'll tidy it up for you and make sure it's worthy of your Chixiao."

However, we should still use a flatbed cart when we set off. Although this horse-drawn carriage is old and dilapidated, it has a canopy, and in the eyes of ordinary people, horse-drawn carriages are something used by the rich.

If a carriage appears among a group of refugees, we will certainly become someone's target.

Using a handcart is different. Everyone can see what's on the cart, and once they see we have no food and hardly any luggage, they lose interest.

Ningbao frowned and thought about it for a moment. She suddenly realized that what her uncle said made a lot of sense.

Ningbao didn't miss a single cart in the shed.

When the group left the town, their hands were empty. After they met at the town entrance, the village chief didn't ask any questions and immediately gathered everyone to continue their journey.

Today marks the first day that Shanglin Village has left the forest. Everyone is being very careful and has not dared to expose either water or food.

Despite this, they still attracted the attention of many displaced people.

After all, there is a big difference between someone who goes hungry for a long time and someone who has food to eat every day.

Although everyone tried their best to make themselves dirty and disheveled, their eyes and spirit were still different from those of the starving refugees outside.

The village chief had long sensed their covetous gaze, so when he saw Ning Bao and his group emerge from the town, he immediately ordered the group to set off.

Everyone, adults and children alike, sensed a different atmosphere, and no one spoke as they hurried on their way.

The group walked for two hours straight, only stopping when it got dark.

No one dared to light a fire and cook at night; they just ate a few bites of dry rations to tide them over.

The uneasy village chief paced around the campsite, earnestly instructing the night watchmen to be vigilant.

Then he wandered over to Mu Dasheng. Mu Dasheng, who had already lain down, saw the village chief struggling to sit up again. Looking at the village chief with a serious expression, Mu Dasheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas! This is the real famine refugee situation."

Although we've been out for a while, we've been lucky and everything has gone smoothly since we came out. I wonder if we'll be able to get a good night's sleep tonight.

The village chief looked around.

"Brother Dasheng, I think it's a bit difficult."

I think we've gotten this far entirely thanks to Ningbao and luck.

Although we have over four hundred people, I always feel that we are still too insignificant, and I always feel that those outsiders could devour us at any moment.

Ning Bao, who had just finished leading her field team in kung fu practice, skipped back and saw the village chief and Mu Dasheng running towards her with worried expressions.

"Grandpa, Village Chief, why are your eyebrows all knotted up again?"

The village chief was overjoyed to see Ning Bao…