Take space to raise cubs on the road to escape

Chapter 7 7. Well, we're not going
The sensible An An carefully helped her mother and slowly walked out of the ruined temple.

It was not too long before dusk.

The mother and son walked very slowly around the ruined temple. While walking, they did not forget to pick up some dead branches, and kept them for use in the ruined temple at night, not only for lighting but also for heating.

It's early autumn now, it's okay during the day, but the temperature is still a bit cold at night.

Although there are a lot of withered grass left by the previous wave of refugees in the ruined temple, such things as grass are not very resistant to burning, and the branches of trees last longer.

After turning around like this, Xiao Baozi, like a hardworking little hamster, transported the firewood that he and his mother had picked up to the place where they slept in the ruined temple bit by bit.

Then, the mother and son walked a little further away, looking around except for the dilapidated temple, there were bare forests.

There is really no green at all, even the bark has been peeled clean, don't even think about wild vegetables, not even the roots of wild vegetables.

After walking for a while, the mother and son stopped. Firstly, their bodies had not recovered and their strength was not enough. Second, their mother and son did not dare to go to Gulan, which looked farther away. Now it is better to be honest. What an accident, since their mother and son are weak and small, it is really dangerous.

Picking up some dry firewood, seeing the setting sun was about to set in the west, and Gu Lan also felt a little tired, so he took the little buns back to the ruined temple.

Not long after returning to the ruined temple, the sky was completely dark, and a fire had been lit by Gu Lan in the ruined temple, and the food that had not been eaten at noon was set on the fire.

Gu Lan just poured a little water into it, which made Xiao Baozi feel bad, and kept asking Mother to pour less.

"Mother...well...you pour less." Xiao Baozi's bland eyebrows instantly frowned into caterpillars.

"Got it! Little housekeeper." Gu Lan gently scratched the bridge of An An's nose in a funny way.

In fact, she really only poured a little bit, because she was afraid that the rice would be sticky when it was hot, and the taste of the rice would change when the rice was eaten.

The smell of the rice spread quickly, and both mother and son couldn't bear it anymore. Fortunately, it was only made at noon, and there was no need to wait for the food to roll.

In this way, Gu Lan and Xiao Baozi ate up the rest of the meal.

Even the leftovers of the rice in the earthenware pot, based on the principle of not being wasted, was poured by Gu Lan with some water and made on the fire.

After drinking the water in the broken clay pot, Gulan carefully wrapped it in cleaner clothes. Before finding a good replacement, the broken clay pot must not be a little bit wrong, otherwise they really have nothing to eat.

After eating and drinking, he was the most sleepy. After a while, while the mother and son were asking and answering, the little bun fell asleep in his mother's arms.

Carefully helping the cheap son change into a comfortable position, Gulan added some water to the small clay pot and fell asleep with the buns.

In this way, the mother and son stayed in the ruined temple for a few days, and the fever on Gu Lan's body completely subsided, and his limp body slowly recovered.

Feeling that there was no big problem, Gulan was ready to leave the ruined temple with the little bun.

This temple is really too dilapidated, and it can't keep out the wind and cold at all. If she hadn't hugged Xiao Baozi for the past two nights and secretly took out a thin quilt in the space to cover her, I am afraid that even if she took medicine, she would be sick. Can't get better so fast.

It's too barren here to be a place to stay.

In the early hours of the morning, before the little bun woke up, Gu Lan had packed up the package. Actually, there was nothing to pack. They were all tattered things and food hidden inside.

Then I added some water to the small earthen pot, not enough for the two of them to drink for a day.

In the past two days, Xiao Baozi is also very strange, why can't he drink all the water?I also asked my mother, but seeing her bewildered expression, Xiao Baozi closed his mouth even though he was surprised, and he didn't dare to ask any more, mainly because he was afraid that if he continued to ask, the water would be gone.

In this way, the two mothers had something to eat in the morning, carried their bags on their backs, and were ready to go on the road.

Before going on the road, Gulan made some changes, put on the clothes of Little Baozi's father, and pretended to be a man.

Her hair has been slightly changed, and she is already tall, so apart from being too thin, there is not much sense of disobedience, she looks like a man.

Before leaving, Gu Lan repeatedly told Xiao Baozi that she was not allowed to call her "mother" anymore and should call her "father" instead.

Xiao Baozi nodded very sensiblely, and said repeatedly that he remembered it, and he would definitely not make a mistake.

In this way, the two women began their life of fleeing for their lives.

Their home is in Linzhou, which belongs to the relatively east side of the state of Jin. If they want to survive, they can only go in several other directions.

Before setting off, Gu Lan carefully searched the memory of the original body.

Although she has searched hard, but she is a little woman, she is not used as a livestock, or around children and pots and stoves every day. The farthest place she goes is their county town, and her knowledge is really limited.

However, it was still found that Ji's family members were An'an's grandparents, and they were fleeing southward, toward Liangzhou.

It’s early autumn now, and everyone who wants to have a better life will naturally flee to the south where the temperature is more suitable, and the most important thing is that there is enough rain there.

Since they were going south, Gulan was naturally not in the same direction as them.

As far as Gu Lan knew, Ji's family didn't treat their mother and child as human beings at all. It was better when Ji Shui was still there, at least the child could still eat and be full.

Since Ji Shui was killed by robbers pretending to be disaster victims in order to protect his family, Ji's family didn't even bother to cover up.

Not only does the original body have to work hard to find food every day, let alone the original body, even the children rarely eat two bites of the food they find.

If it wasn't for fatigue and excessive hunger and dehydration, the original body would not have fallen ill and abandoned the child, so that the child suffered so much in the days to come, and in the end he could not die well.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible for Gu Lan to go to the direction where Ji's family fled, no matter how good it is.

In fact, from Gulan's point of view, they are all similar.

The country she lives in looks peaceful on the surface, but it is actually broken from the root.

Today's sages only know how to enjoy themselves, and most officials only know how to flatter and deceive others. The whole officialdom is full of corruption.

Even where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, some officials will steal and plunder like robbers, let alone the fish and meat people, the life of the people is not easy at all.

Not only that, from the memory of the original body, some small countries in the frontier are not peaceful, and almost every few years will launch several wars of aggression to rob survival resources.

Misfortunes never come singly in life, but a drought also fell from the sky, and it has lasted for more than a year. The court has completely ignored it, and I don’t know if it was corrupted, or the saints were deceived, but they just suffered for the people.

There is no way to survive but to run outside, so it becomes more chaotic, and there are countless refugees and robbers for this reason. It can be said that the ground is full of hunger. It seems that this era is not easy anywhere. Gulan is really a little bit None at all.

　So what, the authors have the cheek to ask for recommendations and collections (﹡o﹡)
　　


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