"It'll take some time to get there. I'll wait until they get everyone here, and then take them all over."
"Okay then, you and Miss Zhou?"
"Don't mention that bitch to me, she's disgusting. If it weren't for... forget it, Mom, now we just need to try to get money from that bitch."
Not far away, Xiushui listened to the conversation between the mother and son.
"Grandma, your good daughter-in-law and grandson are now involved with Fatty Zhou. It sounds like your eldest grandson is also entangled with Fatty Zhou."
The old lady despised her. "Don't even mention that he's my eldest grandson. I don't want such a dirty thing. Fatty Zhou is still alive? It's true that bad people live long."
"Tonight is when she dies."
Xiushui also felt disgusted by the fat man, who was like a flea and was so disgusting.
The whole village found a place at this fork in the road where there was a lot of traffic, set up camp, and soon there was curling smoke from cooking fires.
Every night, the people of Houshan Village prepare all kinds of delicious food.
The best meal of the day while fleeing from famine is the one in the evening.
Many people eat steamed buns with soup and rice, or fry a few pancakes and then make a pot of soup.
Steaming and cooking rice is too time-consuming, so we always cook everything in one pot. But having soup and rice for dinner is still very comforting.
Not far away, the refugees who had been watching them eagerly saw this group of people making various kinds of food, and their mouths were watering with greed.
But it is impossible to come over, because the people in this mountain village are guarded in front and behind.
Some people are used to begging, so they go outside and ask for mercy and food.
Unfortunately, no one was willing to give alms after calling for a long time.
The people of Houshan Village had long known that if anyone started this, they would not have dinner that day. Sympathy during the famine years should not be used carelessly; if you gave it, you might end up getting robbed.
Some families have dried meat. If you put some dried meat in the mixed porridge, it will taste so delicious.
Some families also pair it with pickles made at home, a sip of soup, and a mouthful of thick porridge... Life is really wonderful.
Not far away, many refugees looked at the people of Houshan Village who were having their meals, and they sighed with envy, wondering why the people in their own village were not united.
"Alas, if I had known that when we first escaped, we wouldn't have been so selfish."
Some people sneered and said that they were not selfish anymore.
At that time, if anyone heard that a company had fallen behind, no one would be willing to wait.
When they heard that bandits were coming to block the road, they all ran away in a swarm. Those who stood in front were lucky enough not to be pushed out to block the knives.
I also sighed that anyone who came to this fork in the road must have been ruthless and done something dirty to get so far.
Some people are sober, while others feel the pain of losing the past.
However, all this does not prevent the people of Houshan Village from eating hot meals and drinking spicy soup.
The people of Houshan Village have long been accustomed to being envied, jealous and hated for their meals. Even the poorest family, Gouzi, now sighs that it would be better if the whole village was united.
Fortunately, they were born in Houshan Village, otherwise, a poor family like them would never have reached this point.
After everyone finished their meals, the after-dinner cultural class began. After more than a month of fleeing famine, the people of Houshan Village had long learned how to make good use of their time.
The half hour after dinner is the time to teach everyone knowledge.
At this point, Zhou Fengchun was no longer the taciturn person.
Although what the mother and son did was looked down upon by others, Zhou Fengchun was indeed talented.
At least, he had passed the examination to become a Tongsheng, and the next step was to become a Xiucai. Now he was more than qualified to teach these villagers.
Even the Wen family members were sitting there quietly listening to his lecture.
Every time this happened, Zhou Fengchun's broken heart would be picked up again as everyone looked up at him.
After he finished speaking, Uncle Wen Liu came on stage.
The village chief's son also came on stage, and the three of them took turns giving a lesson.
Nowadays, the people in Houshan Village have improved dramatically, from only being able to recognize a dozen or so characters at the beginning to almost everyone being able to recognize at least a hundred characters.
There was no other way. When everyone was fleeing from the famine, once they encountered the name of a medicinal herb that had just been mentioned, they would try their best to gesture and then repeatedly write and draw in the air on their bodies in front of the herb.
After a long journey and with this kind of enhanced memory, even the dumbest person can still remember a lot of words.
You have to work hard. We are all from the same village. If someone comes last, it would be so embarrassing to tell others about it.
There are also children in the family who have good memories. Every night before going to bed, I have to teach these big fools a lesson.
If adults in a family cannot keep up with the progress, they will hold the children back.
Even for these reasons, people in Houshan Village, no matter how lazy they are, will listen to the lessons seriously when learning to read.
Outside, many people looked at this amazing villager in amazement. They were actually listening to the class so attentively while fleeing from famine.
Many people opened their mouths wide.
"I, I, did I hear correctly? Oh my God, they've been walking all day, aren't they tired?"
"Forget about the young people, but why are these old men and women actually trying to learn to read seriously? I think they are just pretending. Who has the energy to do that?"
The words shouted loudly also expressed the thoughts of the onlookers.
There was even a person who had dealt with the people of Houshan Village. He looked at the people he knew there and planned to ask them about it later.
Let's see if they are acting with their children and grandchildren. After all, they are old and they don't know how to rest after walking all day and attending classes and school...
It's a commotion!
However, this did not end the incredible things for them.
After the lecture, the group immediately split into two groups.
A group of younger people, who were obviously the main fighting force, quickly arrived at a place and, led by a woman, started to fight with each other.
Watching them fighting in groups of three or two, the onlookers couldn't keep their mouths shut.
"They, what are they doing? Why are they fighting each other? And judging by the seriousness of their fight, they are so murderous and show no mercy at all."
The people of Houshan Village in the battle: Don’t you fight like hell? The instructor said that if you don’t fight like hell during training, when the highwaymen rush over, it will be a matter of life and death.
They live a good life and don't want to be killed by others, they just want to kill others. So, when they train, they train themselves to death, and if they don't die, they will get up and continue fighting!
"Look, what are those old men and women doing standing in that wasteland? They're knocking down the weeds and standing in formation. What are they trying to do?"
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