The distance between where he was and Bazhou City was not far in the eyes of later generations. It would take at most four hours to get there by high-speed rail.
But in this day and age, it took him seven full days to finally reach the destination with great difficulty.
The journey was not easy. It was freezing cold. Although there were government officials to help take care of them and they could drink some porridge at mealtimes, some people were not in good health and eventually collapsed on the road.
Zhaocai didn't know whether he was lucky or had a strong life, but he fell ill on the way and had a high fever. He only survived by taking the Sheng'en Pill distributed by the government.
"Brother Zhaocai, when can we arrive?"
Just when Zhaocai was thinking about what happened before, a little head came up and asked weakly.
The one who was speaking was called Erniu. She was also a poor child. Her father died of an illness, and she and her mother had relied on begging for a living.
On the way, Erniu's mother also fell ill. Although she took Sheng'endan, she eventually died.
Now Erniu has followed Zhaocai. I don’t know if it’s because they all have confidence in life in Bazhou City, or because they know that Da Qi has won the battle and their lives will get better and better in the future. Everyone has been taking good care of this pair of little people along the way.
"I heard from my mother that there's a national teacher in Bazhou City. He has great abilities and can help us live a good life. Brother Zhaocai, what kind of life is considered a good life?"
Looking at the little girl in front of him, Zhaocai felt a pang of sadness in his heart. This question seemed stupid, but in fact, for the ordinary people at the bottom of society, they really might not have a clear concept of what a good life was.
Just as Zhaocai was thinking about how to explain, he suddenly heard someone scream, "Look! The city wall! We're there!"
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