Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 412 is someone I know

After hearing Lao Jin's words, Grandpa Meng couldn't think of an effective and feasible solution, so he had to let the refugees kneeling on the ground get up first.

"Brothers, this mountain road is really hurtful, everyone should get up and talk first."

An old man kneeling on the ground heard the voice on the other side very familiar, so he looked up.

When the old man saw Grandpa Meng's face clearly, he was so surprised that he burst into tears, "Master Meng, it's Mr. Meng. God, the grass people are not dreaming. We really met Mr. Meng again, we are saved." After the old man finished speaking, Lying on the ground is a loud cry of grief.

The old man's cry made everyone around him cry dumbfounded.

"Old Song, aren't you a demon? Where is Mr. Meng?"

The old man lying on the ground crying with snot and tears covered with mud wiped the tears from his face, pointed in the direction of Grandpa Meng and said, "You old fellows, take a good look, that's not Master Meng!" Who is it again?"

After the old man finished speaking, he continued to cry.He cried this time because he was crying that they were saved.

After hearing Lao Song's words, the other elders also looked in the direction of his fingers.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, the old men rushed over as if they saw their own mothers and fathers.

Lao Jin led a few soldiers on guard, but they didn't stop him.

"Master Meng, the grass man is Zhang Bold from Wangyue Village."

"Master Meng, Caomin is Boss Liu from Liujiazhuang."

"Master Meng, Caomin is Lao Lin from Linjia Lane."

Grandpa Meng: It's been a long time since he's heard someone call him Mr. Meng, and now it sounds like a lifetime away.

The old man who was kneeling on the ground crying, stopped crying after a while, and said, "Master Meng, the younger one is Bantou Song."

"Song Bantou?" This familiar and no longer familiar title completely changed the face of the old man.

The refugees who were following the elderly rushed over when they heard that Mr. Meng was here.

"Master Meng."

"County Meng."

"Master Meng, Lord Meng."

All of a sudden, there was chaos under the mountain pass.

The old man did not expect that his once familiar smiling faces were all haggard now.

"You guys, shouldn't you be in Qingzhou Mansion?"

"Master Meng, you don't know that Qingzhou has been flooded this year, and the entire county has been submerged."

"Then the current county magistrate, didn't lead everyone to save themselves? Also, and..." Grandpa Meng swallowed back the word court in front of the people present.

He is not afraid of anything at this age, but he can no longer implicate his children and grandchildren.

They have suffered enough from themselves.

"The county magistrate didn't believe that there would be a flood at first, so we don't know where he was washed away in the end."

"As for..." Bantou Song also followed Mr. Meng's example and omitted the word imperial court.

"We didn't care about us escaping at all. After the river mouth burst its embankment, the county town was a vast ocean. Later, when we got bolder, we went back and looked, and our county town had nothing left."

"There's nothing left?" Grandpa Meng felt distressed when he thought of the old streets he was familiar with after staying there for more than [-] years.

"There is nothing left. At first we wanted to save ourselves for the sake of our own homeland, but...we didn't do anything at all. We, penniless people, had no choice but to give up."

"Later, we gathered hundreds of people who were still alive and took refuge in the nearest state capital."

"There's simply no place for people like us."

"We walked all the way, being driven away by people all the way, and there were fewer and fewer people going the same way, and finally we were the only ones left."

Crying.

"We never dreamed that we would see Mr. Meng again."

Song Bantou, who was thirsty, hungry and tired, couldn't hold on anymore after saying this, and passed out.

"Song Bantou, Song Bantou."

"Grandfather, Grandpa Song fainted because he was thirsty and hungry."

"Xiaohe, hurry up and fetch water."

"Hey, I'll take someone there now."

"Ci'er, go back quickly and ask your mother to bring people to cook more porridge."

"Hey, I'm going to tell my mother now."

The few remaining elders also fainted in peace after listening to Master Meng's arrangement.

After being busy again, looking at the earnest eyes, Grandpa Meng made the decision to let them live in the courtyard of the school for a while.

Wait for several old men to wake up one after another.After being fed fresh water again, Grandpa Meng immediately reminded them: "Everyone, don't call me Master Meng anymore. I haven't been a county magistrate for many years."

"But we..."

It was still Qi He who was smart, seeing everyone's perplexed faces, he gave everyone a suggestion, "Everyone can call Grandpa Meng Mayor Meng in the future, because Grandpa Meng is the mayor of our Qingxi Town."

"Yeah, then let's call him Meng...the mayor."

These refugees from Qingzhou, except for Lao Song who used to be the head of the county government, the others are ordinary people.

They traveled all the way, the court didn't care, and the government pushed one by one. When they were on the verge of extinction, they saw their former county magistrate Meng.

What is life from a desperate situation? They are now.

Mr. Meng used to be their good county magistrate, but now, I heard from the little brother just now that he is the mayor of this place.

Then Mr. Meng must be a good mayor.

The head of the Song team here knows Mr. Meng best. They are a county magistrate and a yamen servant. They have worked together for more than [-] years, and they dealt with each other every day.

When Fu Yu drove the donkey cart over to deliver rice porridge to everyone, the two sons of Bantou Song saw Fu Yu and cried again.

They'd both grown up together, and they'd barely recognize each other now.

Fu Yu: "Since the accident at home, we have been separated for five or six years. I didn't expect that we would still meet after thousands of miles away."

"I really didn't expect that our family would still be able to see you and Master Meng alive." Song Dalang couldn't continue talking, hugging his only remaining son and crying again.

Fu Yu: When they left Qingzhou, Song Dalang had three sons. Looking at this skinny child covered with bones, he can only tell that he is not the eldest.

Where did the remaining two children go, he didn't dare to think.

"Let's eat first."

"Ah."

"Everyone has been hungry for a long time, and each of us can only eat one bowl for this meal."

After Fu Yu finished speaking, he served rice porridge for everyone himself.

Everyone was hungry, Song Bantou took the rice porridge, saw the yellow millet porridge in the wooden bowl, and wanted to cry again.

"How long has it been since we had this pure millet porridge?"

Since Qingzhou was flooded, we haven't eaten millet porridge.Zhang Bold had millet porridge in his mouth, he was a bit reluctant to swallow it, he was very afraid that he was dreaming.

It was still Bantou Song who ate a bowl of millet porridge in two bites in front of him, and like everyone else, licked the bowl clean before putting it down.

(End of this chapter)