After the clan meeting ended, all the Song clan members were excited and went back to pack up their things. Only a few dozen clan members were left in the venue.

"Ninth brother, do you have anything else to say?"

Song Chengen's expression froze, because the rest were conservatives who had expressed different opinions yesterday and expressed pessimism about the whole family's migration.

"Chief, didn't they say we can live anywhere we want? Can we stay in the valley?"

Song Chengzhi made up his mind and expressed his thoughts.

"What about you? Do you all have the same idea?"

Song Chengen looked at the other tribesmen in the audience.

"Chief, I have no objection to our family leaving the rainforest. After all, this has been our entire clan's long-cherished wish.

I just think that we should always have a backup plan and not put all our bets on outsiders.

Our entire family is willing to stay in the valley and guard the ancestral hall. In case of any accidents, we can also preserve a trace of incense for the family."

"Chief, if one does not think about the future, he will have immediate worries!"

"Chief, elders, and young chiefs, I am already forty years old today. All my ambitions have been worn away by time. I think it's good to live in the valley."

…

Several middle-aged men expressed their desire to stay in the valley.

"Do your sons and daughters think so too?"

Song Chengen looked indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"No, I talked to them yesterday. The kids want to go out and see the world, and I won't stop them."

"You're lucky you're not completely senile. Everyone has their own aspirations. If you want to stay, then stay. Take good care of the ancestral hall, and don't forget to burn incense on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month.

When we have cleared the wasteland and planted crops, I will arrange for people to bring you food so you won’t starve.”

What several conservatives said was not wrong. Leaving some fire in the valley can be considered a way out.

"Thank you for your understanding, Chief."

Dozens of men, women, young and old bowed to Song Chengen and the elders to express their gratitude, and then dispersed.

"Dad, do we need to form a hunting team?"

After all, they were clansmen he lived with day and night. Although they had different ideas from him, Song Zhaohui still couldn't bear to see them starve.

"Don't worry about it. Your uncle is only forty years old this year. When he was young, he was also a good hunter. No less than ten Japanese pirates died under his arrows.

He no longer joins the hunting party because you are grown up and need exercise.

After we leave, it will be a good opportunity for him to practice his skills and won't let them starve."

At night, the sounds of talking and laughing in the Misty Valley continued until late at night.

The next day, the elderly, the weak and the sick stayed in the valley to take care of the children, while Song Chengen and Song Zhaohui led a large number of men and women, carrying various tools, out of the valley and rushed to the area allocated to them by Cao Yongzhan.

Cutting down trees, weeding, leveling the ground, and then building houses large enough for the entire family to live in was undoubtedly a huge project. Fortunately, they all had strong arms and some skills, so it was not a difficult task for them.

A group of people came to Huilong Town in a mighty manner. Gu Erbao, a clerk from the division headquarters, was waiting there with two soldiers, and told them not to disturb the people and not to cause panic.

"Don't worry, boss. We will just work honestly here and won't go to town or other villages."

Song Qiliang walked forward tremblingly, smiling flatteringly.

"Old comrades, please stop shouting nonsense. This is not the old society."

Gu Erbao knew the situation of the Song family. Living in the deep mountains and forests, the news was inevitably delayed.

"Third Uncle, this is our own team, just call us comrades."

Seeing Third Grandpa's confusion and embarrassment, Song Zhaohui learned on the spot. He also learned the term "comrade" yesterday.

"Comrade, I am Song Zhaohui's father, Song Chengen, the head of the Song family. This is the list of our Song family members, from the 80-year-old man to the baby in swaddling clothes, not a single one is missing."

Song Chengen walked forward, holding the family list in both hands.

"Is this your family tree? All your deceased ancestors are on it. Take it back and have someone copy it. You only need to register those who are still alive."

Gu Erbao flipped through a few pages and returned the thick family tree to Song Chengen.

"Okay, I'm also worried that the government needs it urgently. Zhaohui, the pens, ink, and paper you brought back the day before yesterday are all left in the valley. Now go to town and buy some paper. After you copy the list, hurry up and deliver it to the leaders. Don't delay their work."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

…

The Song family was busy on the designated hillside, and Zhang Shuguang was also making final preparations. Tomorrow he would join the team to Ailao Mountain.

At noon, he went to the military hospital to deliver food and had a private chat with Zheng Yushan in the pavilion. He told Zheng Yushan not to worry and assured her again that he would return safely.

"Well, I believe you."

Zheng Yushan had never actually seen Zhang Shuguang take action, but she had never heard of anyone who could catch a bison alive with his bare hands in all the years she had lived in the compound.

She believes that the man she finds is the best.

After watching Zheng Yushan finish her meal, Zhang Shuguang returned home with the empty lunch box. His mother Su Hong was packing their clothes.

Su Hong became more confident in her son and only asked him to take good care of his father Zhang Xiangnan. Feeling embarrassed, Zhang Xiangnan had to pretend to read the newspaper and ignored his wife.

There was no way. He wanted to refute, but his strength did not allow it.

I am proud of having an outstanding son, but I also feel a little powerless.

The next day, a convoy consisting of a military jeep and ten military trucks drove out of the military base.

Six trucks carried soldiers, two trucks carried heavy weapons, and two trucks carried food, medicine and tents.

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