There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 29 Didn’t starve to death there?
Fifty points a bag?
Song Rutang did the math. The pork must weigh at least two hundred kilograms, and it would take twenty kilograms of salt to marinate it. If this continues, won't all the points be lost?

She flipped through it a few more times and finally found Pingdai at the bottom.

[Coarse salt of ancient people: 5 points per pound]

Good guy, I found a treasure.

Song Rutang changed hands and bought twenty kilograms of coarse salt, dismissed everyone, and sprinkled salt into the basin.

After calling some people back to help her beat the meat, she took a basin and put some star anise, cinnamon, cumin, and some seasonings bought at the mall, and mixed it evenly, but it didn't look that strange.

After everyone beat the meat and brought it to her, they asked why they beat the meat like this. Could it be for revenge?
Song Rutang turned her head towards the group of senior men, looking at her eagerly one by one, thinking there was something magical about this technique, and said helplessly:
"It makes the meat taste better."

Everyone was so surprised that they scratched their heads and ran to the spring to wash their hands. They also pulled the mule over and asked it to drink some water too.

Song Rutang mixed the seasonings, sprinkled them on the meat, and marinated them layer by layer. Yang Songlan brought her a tight basket, and she put the pork in it, and finally took the lid to cover it. Strictly true.

Song Rutang raised his head and looked at the sky. The branches were so lush that he couldn't tell what the sky was like for a moment. But after appraising the time, he felt that it was getting late, so he stood up and said:
"It still needs some time to marinate. Let's go."

Everyone was a little reluctant to leave. They felt that they had finally found this place. It was a pity to leave now, so a few people wanted to stay.

"Are you stupid? Why do people live in this place? If you can't see the sky when you look up, you can't see the ground when you lower your head. Be careful that worms will eat you!"

Zhuang Mang frowned and scolded, but he couldn't scold the group of brothers who had taken root by the water.

"Master, we really don't want to run away anymore. Look at the people who were starving to death on the road outside when we came here. What if we continue walking and it's us who die on the roadside?"

"Yes, Mr. Boss, I just came out and encountered a wild boar. I would rather starve to death here than go out and fight the wild boar!"

Zhuang Mang couldn't persuade him anymore, so he spat and cursed:
"A bunch of crotchless things, if you have the ability, stay here forever!"

He turned around and shouted to the other brothers to leave, and gave his final instructions:
"If you regret it, go east to Anping County!"

Song Rutang didn't care about that, but sighed that the points would be less in the future. If this continues, fifty well-received tasks each time will not be enough.

After putting Yang Songlan on the mule cart, Song Rutang carried a basket of pork without lifting it.

Zhuang Mang called a few brothers over, and they worked together to lift several baskets of pork and put them on the mule cart.

Song Rutang patted the mule's head and asked it in a low voice:
"Can you pull it?"

When the mule realized that he had been slighted, he snorted a few times, held his head high and slowly pulled the cart forward.

"Still a good-tempered one."

Yang Songlan smiled, took out a piece of dried sweet potato from his pocket, and fed it to the mule. The mule ate while walking, and its attitude towards Yang Songlan was obviously much better than that towards Song Rutang.

The group of people walked slowly for a while, but heard a shout from behind:

"Master, wait for us, we regret it!"

Everyone looked back and saw that the few people who had stayed by the spring were running towards them, with fear still lingering on their faces.

Song Rutang stopped.

In order to prevent the points from slipping away, she told the system a moment ago that she had taken back the spring.

Therefore, he was not surprised when these people chased him. He just looked at them with a smile. After they caught up, he asked teasingly:
"Why, didn't you starve to death there?"

"Don't mention it. The spring disappeared shortly after you left. If our water bags weren't still full of water, we would have thought it was haunted!"

"Heaven does not send ill-gotten wealth. If there is a pool of water in these famine years, people will have robbed it all long ago. If the spring is still there, there must be some evil spirit." Upon hearing this, Zhuang Mang said, I immediately felt happy:
"Thank you for not being a benefactor just now, you let us use it hard."

Song Rutang displayed his dual character and said with a righteous face:

"Whatever appears in front of us is ours, why not use it?"

Yang Songlan raised her lips and smiled for a while, feeling that her daughter had really grown up, she was so different from before, she seemed to be a different person.

Thinking like this, she shook her head again, thinking that her idea was really outrageous, that such a strange thing could happen.

Everyone was laughing and joking, but when they reached the gate of Anping County, they stopped laughing.

There was smoke all over the place, and corpses lay outside the city gate. Some of the corpses had not burned out the fire, and fell to the ground, bursting with a few sparks, and then disappeared.

"This is...your grandmother and the others..."

Yang Songlan was so shocked by this scene that she couldn't speak. She slowly got out of the mule cart with crutches and looked at the body inside and out. She didn't see any Yang family members, so she felt a little relieved.

Several soldiers came out of the city gate. When they saw the group of people pulling the mule cart, they all picked up their spears:

"who?!"

Song Rutang raised his hands, and the others followed suit and put down their things, raised their hands, and shouted back:

"People! We are people fleeing famine!"

Several soldiers were dubious.

Looking at the large and small pots and pans loaded on their mule carts, they really looked like they were fleeing famine, but their expressions were so normal that they didn't look like refugees who came from other places in famine years.

Turning his attention to the group of people behind him, the soldier pointed his spear back:

"Why do those people in the back look like gangsters?"

Zhuang Mang opened his mouth to speak, but Song Rutang beat him to it:

"They are long-term workers hired by our family and escorted us all the way!"

The soldiers then put down their guard, put away their spears and stepped forward, opened their bags and looked through them. Then they relaxed, stretched out their hands, and rubbed several fingers together:

"Give me some indication."

Song Rutang had already expected this trouble, and hurriedly took out the silver coins that Old Mrs. Yang had left from her arms, took most of them and handed them to the soldiers:
"I don't know how much the entrance fee is. I'll ask all my uncles and uncles to use the extra money to drink."

The soldier was delighted to see so much money. He picked it up and blew it, then put it to his ear and listened. He heard a little noise, and then he put it into his pocket:

"go in."

Song Rutang thanked him several more times, and then took Yang Songlan and drove the mule cart into the city.

It was only when I entered the city that I realized that it was not much better inside. Every house was closed, and a gust of wind blew away the ashes on the ground.

There were corpses lying under the city wall, and from time to time someone would pull them out and transport them out, while a long queue formed in front of the medical center, all of which were supported by one person or carrying a wounded person on their backs.

Yang Songlan couldn't help but feel anxious, and she had no idea for a moment, so she pulled Song Rutang and said in a panic:

"What should we do now? I don't know where your grandmother and the others have gone, let alone your grandfather."

(End of this chapter)