People cooked dinner as usual that evening, and after dinner, as it grew completely dark, the village chief and the others still hadn't returned.
Since the person hadn't returned, people couldn't sleep, so they gathered around the fire and talked.
Taking advantage of Liu Yuelan's absence, Song Ning slipped into the space to prepare for a bath.
She hadn't showered for several days, and with all the sweating, she was sticky and smelly.
After throwing the empty juice bottle into the trash can, Song Ning rushed into the bathroom.
The mud on her body was almost as thick as a finger when she rubbed it off. After taking a shower, she felt like she had lost several pounds.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the face in the mirror looked seven or eight parts similar to her modern face, only much younger.
She grabbed a set of pajamas from the closet, put them on, and then dashed off to her big bed.
It's so comfortable.
I wish I could stay here forever.
After lying down for a while, Song Ning estimated that it was about time, changed into her original clothes, and was about to go out.
His eyes fell on the trash can in the living room, and he paused, glancing inside.
The bottle she threw away when she came in is gone.
Then he glanced around the living room. Could there be someone else here?
No way...
I searched the entire living room, but I couldn't find the bottle.
Song Ning was afraid of being exposed if she stayed inside for too long, so she quickly returned to her carriage.
Peeking out from behind the curtain, Liu Yuelan was still talking by the fire; the village chief and the others hadn't returned yet.
Song Ning breathed a slight sigh of relief, then got out of the carriage and sat down to look at the stars.
Just as Song Ning was about to fall asleep outside, there was finally some movement down the slope.
People quickly got up, lit torches, and looked down.
Then they heard the village chief shout from below.
When the village chief returned, he wasn't as happy as I'd imagined; he probably wasn't from Nanshan Village.
"The group below is from Dongyuan Village."
Before leaving, the village chief informed Dongyuan Village, so Luo Wenxin didn't dare to delay and quickly led the entire village to flee.
Because there were many of them, they walked slowly and only reached the foot of the mountain today.
"I've already made an agreement with Village Chief Luo. We'll meet up tomorrow and walk the rest of the way together."
They are few in number now, and it is not safe to travel on this road. If there are more people on the way to escape, they will not be targeted.
The matter was settled, and no one objected.
Although he wasn't from Nanshan Village, Song Ning felt it wasn't a bad thing to have someone to look after him on the road. Many hands make light work.
The group finally settled down. They had rested enough over the past two days and would meet up with the people down the mountain tomorrow so they could continue their journey.
The next morning, people got up, ate breakfast, and started packing their things.
The village chief's family has no means of transportation; they can only walk.
Those who didn't take the car walked down the mountain with the village chief; those who wanted to take the car had to go around in a circle to get down the mountain.
As people walked down the mountain, they could see a long line at the foot of the mountain from afar; almost everyone in Dongyuan Village had escaped.
Luo Wenxin had probably given instructions long ago: those with many women and children should move to the middle, while those with many men should stay at the back.
The Song family, including Song Xiu'e's family, consisted of only two men, who walked in the middle, while the Jiang family and Li Daniu's family followed behind them for mutual support.
Luo Wenxin's arrangements were appropriate, and no one in the team objected.
In front of Song Ning's house was the home of a family surnamed Guo from Dongyuan Village.
There was only one man in the family, an old woman living above him, and two children below him. He pushed a cart piled high with things.
The old lady couldn't bear to see her sons suffer, so she only let the two children sit while she walked alongside them.
When they came over, the old lady greeted them warmly twice.
Song Ning got off the mule cart and gave his seat to the old lady from the Guo family.
It wasn't just their family; many families gave up their seats on the bus for the elderly and children who couldn't walk, and the young men and women got off the bus.
Grandma Guo got into the car with her granddaughter in her arms, and her son and daughter-in-law thanked her profusely.
Grandma Guo called out to Song Ning, "If you're tired, just tell Grandma, and we'll let you come up next."
The carriage curtains are always pulled up during the day when they're not sleeping, so they can let in some air. Of the dozens of households in the entire procession, only their carriage has a roof.
Everyone was under the blazing sun, and it wasn't long before they were so hot they could hardly breathe.
Song Ning wore a bamboo hat that Song Dahai had woven for her. Although it was hot, at least her face was protected from the sun.
Before they set off, Song Ning specifically instructed them to smear some dirt and black on their faces so that they would look like refugees.
They walked for a while, leaving the mountain area, and came to the main road, where they saw many refugees walking in the same direction as them.
As soon as they saw their procession merge into the main road, everyone looked over at the same time.
Everyone looked at the things in their car.
The refugees tried to move forward, but they were all intimidated by the long sticks they were carrying.
The village chief was holding a long stick that Song Ning had sharpened, with a pointed end that could easily poke a hole in it.
On the way down the mountain, Song Ning also instructed several families not to pay any attention to the refugees along the way.
You're giving them food, but what they want is your life.
It's not that she's heartless, it's just that at times like this, she can only think of herself.
So along the way, although the Jiang and Li families felt sorry for the refugees around them, they held back.
Many people on the road were just carrying a stick and two legs, fleeing in a hurry with nothing on them, and some were robbed clean on the way.
This place is quite a distance from the town and city, so it's not easy to get here.
However, everyone was carrying something for self-defense, so even if some people wanted to, they didn't have the guts.
Countless eyes were glancing around their car, revealing their resentment.
The village chiefs of the two villages led the way, and they were also nervous when they saw the refugees on the road.
Although there are many of them, if these people really want to rob, they won't come out on top.
They were sandwiched among the refugees and had become targets. They had thought that the mule carts and oxcarts would make the journey easier, but unexpectedly, they had become the most conspicuous ones on the road.
Perhaps fearing the weapons they possessed, they remained at peace for almost an hour after they left.
But no one let their guard down. When people are starving, they're capable of anything. Since they're going to die anyway, they might as well take a gamble.
The two people leading the way didn't dare stop; it wasn't safe here.
But Song Ning is about to pass away.
Honestly, she had never suffered like this in both of her lives combined.
She thought that the last time she was on the mountain was her limit, but she never expected that she could walk for more than two hours on her own two legs.
Sun, who was behind, probably noticed that Song Ning was tired, so she jumped off the carriage and let Song Ning take over.
Before long, Liu Yuelan in front also switched seats with Old Madam Guo.
The two of them had the same reaction as soon as they got in the car: they were so happy.
There was no indication that they were going to stop, so they kept switching places, and the group managed to keep going for almost five hours.
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