When Yuan woke up the next day, it was just dawn.

The weather in November is already very cold, but as we head south, it’s not as cold here as at home.

Yuan came out to feel the situation, then took off his cotton jacket and stuffed it back into his luggage.

It's much warmer outside than inside, so there's no need for a cotton jacket.

Her new friends, Zeng Lao and Zeng Gui, father and son, have passed away, and she doesn't know when she will see them again.

The family had breakfast and set off.

Fu Dabai refused to carry A Yuan anymore no matter what.

The good relationship between father and daughter was broken in an instant.

Yuan was led by Li in a sullen manner, and he kept mumbling to Li:

"You are such a stingy and lazy man. You don't even carry your own daughter, so who else do you want to carry?"

Li looked behind her.

Fu Dabai said in a sinister voice behind her:

"Is it possible that he doesn't want to carry anyone?"

Yuan was caught, but he was not afraid and asked:

"He really doesn't want to carry anything?"

Fu Dabai pushed away her hand that was leaning towards him:

"He is your father, not an old cow. Why does he have to carry something?"

Yuan was very sad and asked Li:

"Mom, can you find me an old cow as my father?"

Fu Dabai pulled her back:

"You little brat, for a pack, your father would be traded for a cow."

Fu Dabai was so angry that he wanted to catch her, but Yuan quickly ran away laughing.

Xingzi looked at it and started biting Niuwa's ear:

"A Yuan is enough as an old cow. Do we need to find two cows to be fathers so that we can carry the load?"

Niu Wa thought for a moment and said, "One is fine, let's squeeze in."

Fu Sibai pushed the cart and said speechlessly:

"Look behind you, your father is pushing you! Why do you still need the old cow?"

Xingzi and Niu Wa on the cart suddenly realized:

“It seems so!”

The family walked forward, talking and making noise.

When I arrived in Pucheng, I felt something different as soon as I entered the city.

It turns out that whether it is Ancheng or Qucheng, although not very prosperous, at least the streets are quite lively.

There are people coming and going, some carrying loads on their shoulders, some pushing carts, and some hawking their wares. It is very lively.

There were people doing business on the streets of Pucheng, but they were few and there was no shouting. People on the streets were walking in a hurry.

They buy things and leave without much bargaining, in a hurry, as if they are afraid that they will not be able to go back if they are too late.

There were so many beggars on both sides of the street, leaning against the wall, wearing tattered clothes, with dust on their faces, but they were all young people, and there were no women, just young men in their twenties or thirties.

There were a lot of yamen runners on the street, each holding two pieces of paper.

Looking at Lao Fu's family, he stopped and took a look.

There were portraits drawn on the paper. I looked at them one by one, but when I found that there was no face that looked like the one in the picture, I turned around and left.

Fu Dabai felt something was wrong and wanted to find out more. He tentatively said:

"May I ask your Excellency..."

The other party raised his hand and waved: "Get out!"

The old Fu family: "Okay, okay, I'll get out of here right away."

If the people do not fight against the officials, it is useless to be scolded when they have done nothing.

The family walked quite a long way. They originally thought that it was getting late, so they should take a rest and continue their journey tomorrow.

But now it seems that there is no point in taking a break. We should leave quickly. Something doesn't look right about this place. It would be too late if we couldn't get out.

Zhao whispered, "Mom, we are running out of food."

Old Yang nodded: "It's okay, let's go."

Zhao emphasized again: "If it's really gone, just pinch it."

Zhao showed the bag of rice to old Yang. They had almost eaten it in one meal today and were waiting to go to the city to buy more rice. What were they eating now?

Old Mrs. Yang took a look, frowned and nodded again, then looked up. There were grain stores, restaurants and everything on the roadside, but there were beggars sitting at the door of every house.

Old Madam Yang thought for a moment, then looked at her eldest and third sons:

"Can you guys get some food?"

Fu Dabai didn't even think about it: "What kind of food do you want? It's the same as eating tree bark."

Fu Sanbai was even more cruel, saying to his wife: "If you are hungry, the ground is covered with dirt."

Zhao's gentleness was exhausted again: "Why don't you eat!"

Fu Sanbai shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

In short, we can't stop. We've seen Fu Dabai many times. The one on the roadside doesn't look like a beggar. We don't know what might have happened.

If you don’t leave now, when will you leave?

When we arrived at the city gate, it was easy to get in but difficult to get out. There were soldiers standing at the gate who opened all the bags and searched them.

The Lao Fu family remained silent. They could search however they wanted. Now, as long as they could get out of the city, it would be better than anything else.

Those people were not polite either. They took away all the kitchen knives and rakes, and it seemed that the sledgehammer was about to be lost.

Fu Dabai made up his mind and stuffed two taels of silver into the man's pocket. The soldier weighed the silver and stuffed it into his waist.

"Okay, go ahead."

The old Fu family still has to say:

"Thank you, you've worked so hard, thank you, you will definitely get rich."

It is best to use ghost money.

Everyone cursed inwardly, as most of their belongings were gone, and they were considered to have managed to leave the city.

Looking back at the gate again, there were people who would rather die than hand over their things. They were beaten by Dingguang Wusi. Even their things were gone, and they were not allowed to come out. If they continued to shout, two soldiers would come and grab them and take them away.

"What the hell, what kind of world is this?"

Fu Sanbai cursed.

Fu Dabai looked back several times, thought for a while and said:

“Those beggars at the grain store door look especially like the people brought by the grain merchants back then!”

Three years ago, Fu Dabai and his men met a grain merchant who claimed to be from Fucheng.

Then they helped transport the grain to a village near Ancheng and made some money.

I didn’t think much about it at the time. I felt it was a bit strange, but I didn’t think too much about it until this moment, when I saw the people from that group of grain merchants again.

At first glance he didn't dare to recognize her, he just thought she looked familiar. After looking at her a few more times, he suddenly remembered her and immediately felt something was wrong.

That's why when Zhao asked about food, Fu Dabai said that chewing tree bark was the same.

Fu Sanbai actually didn't recognize it, he didn't even pay attention, but when he heard him say that he knew there was a problem.

The two brothers had a tacit understanding, and the whole family cooperated as well, without asking any questions and leaving immediately when told to.

If they were a little stupid and shouted a few words, they would be recognized and finished.

When Fu Dabai finished speaking, everyone's reaction was.

"You've made a mistake." Li told him without even asking Old Yang.

Fu Dabai nodded and spread his hands: "What do you mean by admitting your mistake? Who do you want to admit? Who is there? Who can we know when we are out and about?"

Everyone: "But, what are we going to eat tonight? Where are we going to stay?"

Let's change the subject and not talk about those things.

Why would a family like them talk about that kind of thing? Are they afraid of not getting involved?

I finally got out. I've already walked away. If I knew there was a problem over there, I should have walked away from it. Only crazy people would stick to it!

After a while, everything was gone. The iron pot was taken away, leaving only a sledgehammer, seven or eight taels of silver, and a pile of rags that were torn by the knife. If there was any more contact, he would have to pay with his life.

So: “What’s for dinner tonight?”

Ah Yuan, with a sad face and his cheek in his hand, sat on Fu Dabai's shoulder.

As soon as these words were spoken, it meant that there was no one in sight ahead, and it was getting dark.

Old Yang: "Come on, don't leave, go find a suitable place to stay and something to eat.

If all else fails, just stand up the cart on the road, wrap yourself in a blanket, and make do for the night. We can move on tomorrow."

This is the only way. I've encountered so many bad luck along the way. Now, let alone the woodshed, I can't even live in the prison cell in Qucheng.

Floating Big White, Floating Third White, Floating Fourth White go out and look for it.

Dalang and several other boys went to collect firewood. They had to build a fire to keep warm.

Li and others, as well as old Yang who was carrying a sledgehammer, went looking for water with water bags and bamboo tubes.

Old Futou looked at A Yuan and several other kids, and Fu Erbai's silly son. They were squatting in a row with their hands behind their backs. When the breeze blew, it looked so desolate.

This family is so unlucky. Their life is so miserable!

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