Chapter 11, Disguised as a Refugee
"This clothes is so smelly!"
Xiao Yeyang pinched his nose, frowned, and looked at the several sets of refugee clothes that Qin Xiaoliu had just sent over with disgust.
These clothes were really... not only were they torn and dirty, but they were also covered with all kinds of unknown dirt and gave off a pungent smell. Even Uncle Sun and his mother, who had escaped disaster before, couldn't bring themselves to touch them.
Daohua had actually done a lot of mental preparation for the refugees' clothes, but when she saw them with her own eyes, she almost vomited from the smell.
The rice flower stretched out its hand, then retracted it, stretched it out, then retracted it again, and repeated this several times, but it still couldn't make up its mind.
Finally, it was Old Lady Yan who made the final decision: "One set for each person, and they must all wear them before leaving the escort agency."
Looking at the old lady putting on refugee clothes with a pale face, Daohua gritted her teeth, pursed her lips, closed her eyes, grabbed a set of refugee clothes and put them on.
Fortunately, it is already late autumn and the weather is getting cooler. There is no need to take off the clothes you are wearing. You can just put on the refugee clothes on the outside.
Seeing that they were all wearing the refugee clothes, the others gritted their teeth and followed suit.
Daohua: "After putting on your clothes, don't forget to dirty your face." After saying that, she squatted down and rubbed her hands on the ground, first making her own face dirty, and then stretched out her claws to Old Lady Yan.
Others followed suit.
Soon, seven refugees were identified.
"Old lady, what should we do with the carriage?" asked Uncle Sun.
Old Mrs. Yan looked at the carriage with a hesitant look.
This horse was bought the year Daohua was born. It was also the horse that pulled the eldest brother to Beijing for the imperial examination. I really can't bear to throw it away like this.
Daohua knew that the old lady was reluctant to throw it away, but she had to throw it away even though she was reluctant.
Although their carriage was not luxurious and was even a bit shabby, it was still a piece of fat meat in the eyes of the starving refugees. Without the protection of the escort agency, it was almost certain to be robbed.
In order to protect their own lives, they had to abandon the carriage, pack up some clothes, disguise themselves as refugees, and blend in with the crowd of refugees, so that they could enter the city smoothly.
"Grandmother, if the old doesn't go, the new won't come. When we get to Linyi County, let my father get you a new carriage that's more luxurious and grand than this one, okay?"
Old Mrs. Yan knew that her granddaughter was trying to comfort her. As an adult, she couldn't afford to be a drag at this moment, so she waved her hand, signaling them to do as they pleased.
Daohua looked at Sun Bo and Sun Ma and said, "Pack up. We can each take a small bag later."
Uncle Sun and his wife immediately got into the carriage, and after a while, they came down with a few bundles.
Everyone in Daohua took one.
Then, Daohua looked at the escort agency which had not yet left, nodded to Qin Wu and Qin Xiaoliu, and helped Old Lady Yan into the woods, preparing to take a detour and then meet up with the refugees behind.
In the distance, until Daohua and the others could no longer be seen, Qin Xiaoliu withdrew his gaze and looked at the carriage left on the roadside. He said blankly, "They just abandoned a carriage like that?"
You know, a horse costs at least 20 taels of silver to buy. Even if nothing unexpected happens during a convoy trip, they may not each get 20 taels of silver in the end.
Qin Wu: "I've already said that they are not ordinary people." It can be seen from the fact that the little boy can casually take out several bottles of high-quality hemostatic medicine.
"Well, it's time for us to go. They were able to come up with a solution so quickly and implement it so decisively. Why should we worry about them? In this world, the poor don't live long, but the smart ones can always find ways to survive."
"The carriage?"
"Didn't the little boy call us at the end? Let's go hold his hand."
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For safety, Daohua and his seven companions walked around in the woods for a long distance before setting out on the main road, walking with the refugees who were traveling in groups of three or four.
The journey that followed was absolutely thrilling for Daohua and the others.
It was simple: the refugees who occupied the road started fighting with the soldiers.
During this period, some people took advantage of the riots to rob anyone they saw. If they failed to rob or did not get anything, they would just kill people.
Daohua and his friends almost got into trouble once. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Daohua signaled everyone to throw away their bags. The robbers got their reward, but seeing that Daohua and his friends were dressed in rags, they left cursing.
When the government suppressed the riot, Daohua and the others felt like they had been to the gates of hell.
"All the gifts are lost. How are we going to get to Linyi County now?" Old Mrs. Yan looked worried.
Daohua immediately whispered in her ear, "Grandma, don't be afraid. I still have some money on me."
Old Lady Yan immediately looked at her granddaughter with a look of surprise: "You still have money on you?"
Daohua nodded and said, "Before leaving home, I specially sewed a few banknotes into my clothes, just in case. When we enter the city, we will go to exchange them for silver."
Old Lady Yan felt relieved and tapped her granddaughter's forehead: "You little devil."
Daohua rubbed her forehead and retorted, "Grandma, I'm being clever."
Old Lady Yan smiled: "Yes, you are the smartest."
On the side, Xiao Yeyang saw that the sadness on the old lady's face disappeared, and he glanced at the rice flowers, his eyes flashing.
This guy is really smart and has the potential to be a servant.
She is qualified to be with him, but unfortunately, considering how much the old lady loves him, she probably won't be willing to sell him.
"Let's go into the city."
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At the same time, in the backyard of Linyi County Government Office.
Yan Zhigao, dressed in his official uniform, paced back and forth in the lobby with a frown on his face. "According to the time, my mother and the others should have arrived a few days ago, but we haven't seen them yet. Could something have happened along the way?"
"Brother, don't be anxious. Our mother is old, so she has to travel slowly." A shrewd-looking middle-aged man said with a smile, paused, and looked at Yan Zhiqiang who was standing beside him with a frown on his face.
"Third brother, I'm not saying this to you, but you really weren't thoughtful this time. You really shouldn't have come here first and let our mother go on the road alone. Look how worried my eldest brother and I are now."
Hearing this, Yan Zhiqiang looked up at his second brother Yan Zhiyuan, moved his lips, and wanted to refute, but when he remembered that his mother had not arrived yet, he swallowed the words back.
He really regretted it now. He shouldn't have listened to his mother and should have insisted on going on the road with them.
He has heard a lot about refugee riots these days. If something really happens to his mother, Daohua, Wentao and others, he will never forgive himself.
"Brother, I'm going to find mother and the others now."
Yan Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled, "Third Brother, you're already so old, why are you still doing things one by one? Let me ask you, how are you going to find her? Do you know which path our mother is taking?"
Yan Zhiqiang frowned: "That's better than just sitting here and worrying about it."
Yan Zhiyuan curled his lips, looking disapproving.
In his opinion, this is a useless effort, a pure waste of time and is not advisable.
"Alright." Yan Zhigao interrupted them. "How about this? You two go together. There are only a few roads leading to Linyi County. Maybe we'll meet each other along the way."
(End of this chapter)
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