Phi-Fic Chapter 51 The Old Lady Wants to Flee the Famine 2
Chapter 51 The Old Lady Wants to Flee the Famine 2
The long line didn't move very fast; the majority of the people were elderly, weak, women, and children, and each household carried a lot of things.
Qingmo stayed in the mule cart, along with the four children. Fortunately, they were all small and didn't take up much space. The Da Sen brothers took turns pulling the cart.
As long as someone is leading the mule, it's fine. It walks in the middle to lower part of the group. Everyone's faces are expressionless. It's very hot and sunny, and no one wants to talk.
Qingmo closed her eyes in the mule cart and could cultivate for a while, though it was rather slow. The children were all afraid of their grandmother, who was usually quite fierce. They were all sensible and stayed together without making much noise.
When it was noon, everyone stopped to rest and have lunch. They ate dry food, such as biscuits and steamed buns. Qingmo also found a place to sit.
Pretending that he had already eaten in the carriage and wasn't going to eat anymore, he secretly fed the mule some spiritual spring water, since he couldn't let it get tired.
The sun was really strong. Qingmo was wearing a thermal undershirt and a linen coat over it, so she wasn't hot. But everyone else was covered in sweat and was taking small sips of water.
After eating and resting for a while, they continued on their journey. After traveling for several days, they encountered other refugees and villages, but everyone went their own way and did not disturb each other.
Even riding in a mule cart for a long time can be tiring, so she would get off and walk around when she had nothing to do. There weren't many people as comfortable as her. Several old women who knew her envied her mule cart and wanted to ride in it to rest for a while, but Qingmo scolded them away.
Wu and Wang's families were from the same village, but they all knew that Granny Qing was mean and usually wouldn't come to freeload. However, things might be different now that they were fleeing for their lives.
Qingmo saw her eldest daughter-in-law twice. Wu's mother whispered to her, but Qingmo didn't care. Anyway, it was impossible for her to take advantage of her. She was glad she hadn't thrown away these adopted children.
"Mom, we're running low on water. We've gone with the village chief to look for some nearby."
"it is good"
As long as he doesn't die, I don't care about Qingmo; it's not in a very serious state yet.
When Da Sen and the others returned, they were all listless, probably because they hadn't found water. Now everyone still had food, but no water to drink.
The sweltering weather was already making people irritable, so we could only keep going and see if we could find a water source. There was no water anywhere due to the severe drought, so it was very difficult.
The villagers walked with faltering steps and tense expressions. The number of people on the road gradually increased, some carrying heavy bundles, others pushing handcarts or flatbed carts, while only a few mule carts or donkey carts passed by.
Some people had greedy looks in their eyes, but the Li family village had a large and powerful population, so those people didn't dare to make any moves, and they didn't even dare to look too presumptuously.
We haven't reached that dead end yet. Everyone is afraid of dying. If we continue on this path and run out of water and food, that will be a true test of humanity.
The children, including Dazhuzi, were extremely thirsty, but they were all well-behaved and didn't even think about drinking from the foamy water bag.
Come here to Grandma.
Qingmo fed each of them a sip of water, encouraging them to drink more. The oldest was only 6 years old; children are easy to fool.
After traveling for several more days, the number of refugees on the road increased. Suddenly, the procession ahead stopped, and Omori went ahead to check the situation.
Da Sen: "Mom, there's a group of elderly women and children kneeling on the road ahead, begging for food. The road is blocked and they can't get through."
Qingmo: "What did the village chief say?"
Da Sen scratched his head: "The village chief is also anxious. He hasn't agreed to give it to us, but those women and children are blocking the way, so we're stuck."
The worst situation is this when fleeing from disaster. You can't pity others; if you give to one person, countless others will flock to you.
Qingmo took a sword from the mule cart, intending to go ahead and take a look. It was really too slow; she might as well walk by herself.
Da Sen followed behind, while Lao Er and the others watched the luggage. Da Sen looked completely bewildered. His mother could wield a sword? Where did she get that?
Qingmo walked forward and indeed saw a group of people kneeling in the middle of the road, with many refugees watching nearby. It was hard to say they weren't a group.
"Village chief, what are you going to do?" Qingmo asked the village chief directly.
The village chief sighed. These people wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried to drive them away, and the others nearby were eyeing them menacingly. He remained silent.
Seeing his dawdling, Qingmo walked straight up to the woman in front of her and held a sword to her neck.
"Are you going to move aside or not?"
"Auntie, please, we're starving! Please give us some food." The woman saw that Mo was a woman and thought she was just trying to scare her.
Very well, Qingmo didn't say anything more and just chopped off her head with a sword. The women and refugees behind her immediately rioted. When blood was drawn, they rushed forward.
Without saying a word, Qingmo would stab anyone who came near, whether they were old or young. Finally, after about ten people had died, the refugees retreated. This old woman was terrifying.
Nobody wanted to die, but they never expected this old woman to actually dare to kill so many people. They all retreated to the side and ran far away.
Da Sen was terrified. Was this his mother? How many people had his mother killed?
The villagers of Lijia Village couldn't help but swallow hard, their faces filled with horror. Was this really the same Qing Po, the woman with the mean-spirited daughter-in-law from their village?
Qingmo: "Village chief, the group is too slow. Let's go separately."
Village Chief: "Qingmeizi, it's not safe for your family to travel on the road. Why don't you come with us? It'll be good to have someone to look after you."
The village chief was also frightened by Qingmo, but since they were from the same village, having such a capable person around made them feel much safer.
Qingmo shook her head, walked up to her eldest son and kicked him, then walked to the back of the line. The crowd made way for her, and Dasen scrambled to catch up.
"Let's go to the side, go around the line, and walk to the front," Qingmo said calmly.
The adopted children were all bewildered. What was going on?
"Mother, are we really not going to leave with the villagers?" Da Sen finally realized what was going on.
"Enough with the nonsense. Listen to me, or you can stay here yourselves." If it weren't for this bunch of people dragging her down, she would have left long ago. If they keep nagging, she'll break their legs.
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Mother."
The whole family was submissive and no one dared to resist. Even Da Sen didn't dare to say that her mother had killed a bunch of people.
After leaving the village with her family, Qingmo headed down the path.
Da Sen was extremely cautious the whole way, barely daring to breathe. Qing Mo, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, her eyes scanning her surroundings with unwavering determination.
After walking for a while, they came to a dilapidated temple.
Qingmo decided to rest here for the night.
That night, Omori tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Mother, why did you treat me so cruelly today?"
Qingmo snorted coldly: "In chaotic times, mercy will only harm ourselves. If we don't establish our authority, we will have been devoured by those refugees long ago, leaving not even bones behind."
Da Sen nodded nodding, thinking that whatever his mother said must be right.