Liu Zhaodi felt that the Yun Nian'an who had regained consciousness was definitely not the same Yun Nian'an as before. He must have been possessed by a water ghost.
I don't know what method she used to make Hu listen to her so much!
When Liu Dahe heard his daughter say this, he immediately hesitated.
But when he thought that Xiao Fuxing's master was a god, and perhaps the god himself had a way to solve the problem, he immediately took a small basket and left.
Liu Xiaohe hesitated for a while, and finally looked at his wife Li Yun and asked, "What do you think?"
Li Yun glanced at Liu Xiaohe and sighed, "My mother has already said so, and the village chief said that he dare not eat this kind of thing, so why don't you eat less."
Liu Xiaohe nodded, took a small basket and left like his elder brother.
Old Mrs. Wang from the Wang family even ordered everyone in the family not to touch that poisonous thing.
Wang Yu nodded, wondering where the poisonous thing could be eaten.
Moreover, even though bamboo is green, you cannot chew its roots. Even though it is tender bamboo, it is not edible.
Yun Nian'an didn't care how the two old women from the Liu and Wang families resisted! Ruining your own reputation.
He said he wanted to poison the villagers! He also said that he was just trying to attract attention.
Yun Nian'an stood in front of his father, watching him pulling out the bamboo shoots non-stop.
Yun Qingyu was also in front of Yun Laosan, pulling out Yun Laosan's bamboo shoots and peeling them.
Yun Nian'an also placed the peeled bamboo shoots in a clean basket beside him, just like his brother.
After being busy for the entire afternoon, the villagers began to get anxious as it was getting dark.
Seeing that everyone was almost done, the village chief waved his hand and went down the mountain.
Old Mrs. Yun put three large baskets of bamboo shoots on a cart, and her four sons took turns pulling the cart forward.
After we got down the mountain, we slowly discovered that there were many more people fleeing famine on the small roads in all directions.
The village chief went up to ask and found out that the drought had not eased. In some remote areas, the summer harvest was completely wiped out, and even the city of Liuzhou was affected.
Many people fled to other places in order to survive, bringing their families with them.
The village chief had extremely complicated feelings, and the elderly people in the village felt hopeful but also a little relieved.
At present, they thought that the food in their fields would be sold cheaply to others.
Now that the drought has lasted for so long, I’m afraid the wheat in the fields will all shriveled, so how can we expect a good harvest?
There are also barbarians invading. If we don’t run away, I’m afraid we won’t even have our bodies left.
Yun Nian'an observed these refugees calmly and saw that each of them had more than a dozen people but only two or three bags of food.
The most important thing is that the whole cart is full of junk.
They are either patched clothes or quilts and the like. I guess they are reluctant to throw them away.
Some even carried food from their homes on their backs, leaving the carts filled with nothing but cotton-padded jackets and quilts.
Some people are even worse off, not to mention not having a cart! There was nothing on him.
People were walking in a daze, and by the evening, many people started to eat.
Yun Nian'an discovered that those poor people had no food at all.
It’s all based on tree bark, grass roots, or digging some wild vegetables!
Many people say that we should take one step at a time...
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