PFC Chapter 937 So Many Rats
Chapter 937 So Many Rats
When this group of people came out, they all said the same thing.
Upon hearing this, the leader of the refugees finally believed it and left, cursing and swearing.
Some of the homeless people nearby analyzed that someone else must have stolen the things, and suggested that they search the area.
Upon hearing this, the leader of the refugees slapped the man on the back of the head and cursed:
"You brainless idiot, the group in front are the real big shots."
What little was left behind meant nothing to those people.
Moreover, those who stole the things were no good people either.
Yuanbao Town is so big, who knows where they've hidden?
If we keep searching like this, how long will it take?
"Alright, hurry up and follow me to catch up with the ones ahead."
After the group of refugees left, a soldier carrying a bundle peeked out from two streets away.
Only after seeing that the person had really left did they turn around and look for a place to stay.
Meanwhile, Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang continued their journey in their carriage.
However, this time there was no heart-wrenching coughing sound.
The travelers were relieved to be a little more at ease.
It was midday, and the sun was high in the sky.
The soldiers following behind inevitably sweated after walking for a long time.
Many people quietly pulled off their face towels and took a few deep breaths.
Perhaps having finally shaken off the fear that had been weighing on their hearts, they were in the mood to chat.
As we were talking, I noticed the person next to me.
"Oh my, why are there so many wild vegetables growing by the roadside!"
Someone shouted this, and everyone's eyes turned to look in that direction.
Sure enough, large patches of wild vegetables sprouted on both sides of the road.
Many people swallowed hard as they looked at the fresh and tender wild vegetables.
The meal of stir-fried wild vegetables with lard that they ate before fleeing the famine had whetted the appetites of many people.
However, since Lu Qingqing and Bai Song didn't mention stopping, the group following behind could only continue on their way.
However, without the threat of death hanging over their heads, everyone visibly relaxed a lot.
On the way, there was even a soldier who had worked in an opera troupe for a few years. He cleared his throat and sang a song called "The Story of Washing Silk".
After the song ended, everyone cheered.
Many people clamored for an encore, but the soldier was already panting heavily and repeatedly waved his hand in refusal.
Traveling is tiring enough, but singing a song like this only makes it more exhausting.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the group was unusually good, Bai Song quickly called the man onto the carriage and had him sit in the carriage and sing.
The soldier got into the carriage, rubbed his aching calves, and continued singing.
The melodious singing echoed along the path.
The leader of the refugees, who was following far behind, heard the intermittent sounds of opera coming from ahead and thought to himself that the people in front must be enjoying themselves.
Even while on the road, I was in the mood to listen to opera.
He took a sip of cold water, gritted his teeth, and kept walking.
Ahead, the sound of traditional opera continued.
Listening to this, everyone in the group felt that the journey wasn't so tiring anymore.
A few people who liked it even sang along for a few lines.
Lu Qingqing listened to the occasional harmonies of opera music behind her and started humming along.
Believe it or not, traditional opera used to be my least favorite genre.
Hearing this now has a unique flavor.
As the saying goes, what our ancestors passed down must have some merit.
That afternoon, they only encountered a very small number of groups of refugees.
Seeing that their group was large, everyone quickly moved aside.
It wasn't until it got dark that the group found an open space to rest.
As soon as the team stopped, everyone except the staff on duty ran out.
On the one hand, after holding it in all afternoon, I first needed to find a place to relieve myself.
On the other hand, they were scrambling to dig for wild vegetables.
Now, it's still barely visible.
There are plenty of wild vegetables in the field; if we dig up more, we can eat more.
Lu Qingqing and the other three were not on duty today. Apart from Old Man Zhuang watching the luggage, the other three also went out.
Actually, she also grows wild vegetables in her online space.
But Lu Qingqing always felt that the wild vegetables that were just dug up in the wild for the winter tasted different.
She and Qin Lang took small shovels and two cloth bags and started digging from the roadside.
The place where we stopped this time was rugged and uneven.
Moreover, it's not all land.
It looks more like a mountainous area, with various rocks exposed in the ground, and some places even have cracks between the rocks.
It was already quite dark, so the two of them walked very carefully, afraid of slipping and twisting their ankles.
Most of the other people who came to dig for wild vegetables did the same.
Some people, unable to see clearly at night, light torches early in the morning.
A few torches were scattered across a vast field.
Lu Qingqing felt it was inconvenient to carry a torch to dig for wild vegetables, so she tucked the stick behind her waist and didn't light it.
The two walked and dug, digging whenever they saw something green.
As for choosing this job, there will be plenty of time when I catch the train tomorrow morning.
In the camp, Bai Song watched the crowd disperse into the distance.
I also remembered the stir-fried wild vegetables with lard that I had a few days ago, and I unconsciously swallowed.
Seeing Old Man Zhuang ahead, he put on his mask and went over to chat.
We chatted for a while before I revealed my purpose.
"Uncle Zhuang, I heard you still have a lot of lard left. Can you sell me some?"
As you know, wild vegetables cooked with lard won't taste very good.
I've been craving this stir-fried vegetable dish for days!
Old Zhuang knew that this guy coming over would bring no good.
Seeing that he only intended to buy lard, she agreed.
He readily agreed verbally, but only scooped out about half a bowl of the contents of the jar for him.
Even Bai Song's use of money couldn't change his mind.
Just kidding, he's a rich man now.
How could I possibly bow down for such a small amount of silver?
The old man, who was "worth several hundred strings of cash," thought to himself with great pride.
The atmosphere here is relaxed and comfortable, unlike the refugees who follow far behind.
To avoid being discovered, they didn't dare light any torches.
Right now, he's groping in the dark, gnawing on the dry rations in his hand.
Seeing that Lu Qingqing and the others had gone out to dig for wild vegetables, the leader of the refugees also wanted to call his men to go out and dig as well.
But they still had the dry rations they had previously seized, so why would they want to eat bitter wild vegetables?
What's more, all they brought was an iron pot; they didn't even have any salt.
What good taste can wild vegetables have if boiled in water?
Seeing that his subordinates wouldn't obey his orders, the leader of the refugees cursed them a few times as lazybones and then lay down again.
In fact, those who followed him had already been screened many times.
Those who were capable or diligent parted ways with him long ago.
Those who remain are all cut from the same cloth as him, so naturally none of them are diligent.
At this moment, in the wild.
Lu Qingqing weighed the wild vegetables in her hands, then made some space and stuffed the handful of freshly dug wild vegetables inside.
Looking at the two full bags of wild vegetables, I decided to go back.
Just as I was about to turn back, I suddenly heard a terrified scream coming from my right front.
"Mommy, it's mice! So many mice!"
In his panic, the man threw the torch he was holding away.
As luck would have it, the torch head fell right into the entrance of the mouse hole.
The flames caught fire the moment they touched the dry grass near the mouse nest.
After burning inside, a group of rats were forced out.
Immediately, a high-frequency and sharp 'squeaking' sound rang out.
At the same time, a large group of rats ran out of the hole.
They scattered and fled, and inevitably some rats bumped into people digging for wild vegetables.