Nan Zhi quickly covered it, blinked and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I earned all of this myself. Keep it safe. Song Hanyan agreed too."
Grandma Nan looked down and wiped the moisture from her face with her rough hands.
After returning, Wu Nanshuang asked curiously, "Master, why didn't you tell Qian Shi?"
After all, it's not safe for an elderly person to have so much money in their hands.
Nanzhi: "You don't understand. You only feel at ease when you have money in your own hands. They're very good to Grandma now, but can you guarantee that in the future?"
Wu Nanshuang shook her head.
"Human nature" is something you can't truly understand until the very last moment.
"How are the preparations going?" Nanzhi asked.
Wu Nanshuang pointed to the things on the table, "Everything is prepared, food, clothing, and daily necessities. I had Wei Guo and Wei Min put them all on the carriage."
The old horse-drawn carriages have been replaced with large horse-drawn carriages that can carry seven or eight people.
With what's inside, it's enough.
After a sleepless night of harvesting, everyone finally packed up their things the next morning and gathered around the big locust tree at the village entrance.
The carriages were lined up one after another, which was better than the famine-stricken caravans that Namgyal had imagined.
But after a whole night, no news had been delivered.
Song Hanyan glanced at Nanzhi, "I'm afraid the mountain road leading here is blocked."
Nanzhi nodded.
"But now, where do we go?"
Zheng Xinghai waited anxiously for news, and the village chief from the neighboring village also arrived.
Old Li asked, "Has the news from the county seat arrived yet?"
Zheng Xinghai shook his head.
The two men wore worried expressions.
"Where should we retreat to now?"
They were all honest farmers who had never been to many places in their lives.
With so many people, if they were led astray, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Old Li nudged Zheng Xinghai, "Why don't you go ask that girl?"
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