There is no shortage of food on the way to escape famine, and Miss Luck is busy farming

She was holding a long stick in her hand and dragging it on the ground.

Under the fearful eyes of thousands of people, they were "sent off" from the camps in three villages and rushed to Qingshui Village.

Seeing Qiao Ran back, everyone felt relieved.

Everyone was extremely grateful to Qiao Ran. If it hadn't been for Qiao Ran, many people in their village would have been injured in this battle.

If the people of those three villages were more united and more ruthless, they might have many casualties.

Now that they did not waste any soldiers, they were able to break through the situation so smoothly, which really surprised them.

"Ran Yatou, are you back? It's thanks to you this time. If you hadn't had that powerful hidden weapon that scared that group of people, we might have had to fight a bloody battle today to get rid of those nasty guys. Got it!"

The old village chief walked behind the team and had been waiting for Qiao Ran. Seeing that she came back safely, the old village chief felt relieved.

Qiao Ran said with a smile: "Grandpa, village chief, you don't have to be polite. I am doing this for the sake of my family. They must be eyeing my carriage and food. If they come to snatch it, my carriage and food will not be spared."

"In short, you saved us all. Everyone knows it. We will never forget this kindness."

The old village chief then asked: "Girl Ran, what do you think we should do next?"

Qiao Ran said: "Grandpa, village chief, in order to avoid the things that happened yesterday and today, we will speed up our journey from today and try our best to surpass the refugees in front of us. We have food and have rested for a few days, so we are strong. We can walk faster than others. Most of those refugees have no food and cannot walk fast. As long as we walk ahead of the refugees, we don’t have to worry about groups of refugees coming to snatch our food."

The old village chief nodded: "You are right, we cannot go with other refugees. Others who have no food to eat will covet our food. We must quickly surpass these people, get ahead of them, and reach Linzhou Fucheng as soon as possible."

He told the surrounding villagers: "Everyone, hurry up and go as far as you can today. If you stay away from these hungry refugees, we will be much safer."

The surrounding villagers agreed and passed the message forward.

In this way, as they passed forward one by one, the people in front quickened their pace. Everyone tried to walk as fast as possible and try to stay away from these hungry refugees.

Many people passed by along the way, and the refugees, who were already so hungry that their steps were sluggish, all stared with envy or jealousy at this team that seemed to still have a lot of food left.

Just seeing their quick steps and tight defense, even if they were jealous, they didn't dare to do anything.

During the break, the old village chief had already asked people to find a relatively flat forest on the roadside in advance, allowing everyone to rest in the forest, and the carriage also drove in.

Outside the forest, a dozen men were posted with weapons to guard, preventing anyone from entering.

At noon, everyone had traveled a lot, and the little chestnuts, yams and so on that they had eaten in the morning were quickly digested.

The old village chief said: "Everyone takes advantage of this opportunity to quickly cook some rice, porridge, bread and other things to fill your stomach! We still have to drive a lot of distance in the afternoon! I guess we will have to drive another day tomorrow. You can surpass these people who have just left Yunzhou City Gate in the past two days."

As for the people who left first, they didn’t know how many people were ahead of them.

But at least those who are walking in front should be able to find more wild vegetables and fruits, and they will not be as hungry as those who are hungry at the city gate for who knows how many days before setting out on the road.

As long as they are not hungry and anxious, most people would not dare to risk their lives to steal other people's food, especially theirs, which is not a small fleeing team, and most people would not dare to provoke them. After hearing the words of the old village chief, everyone took action. They simply built an earthen stove, picked up some hay and branches from the woods, and used flint to ignite flammable leaves or hay. The firewood quickly ignited.

Most people cook a pot of thicker rice porridge, add a few chestnut kernels and yam cut into small pieces and cook it together.

Living in the village these days, every household shared a lot of prey meat.

Even the Wang family and Qiao Dewang's family also went down the mountain to catch a few pheasants and rabbits. The endless ones were cooked and dried into dried meat, which they could take with them on the road.

At this time, some people put a few pieces of dried meat in the rice porridge, which at least has some meat and fishy taste and gives the body some strength.

At Qiao Dewang's house, Goudan'er saw that other families had meat to eat, so he also shouted to eat meat.

Mrs. Huang couldn't stand her eldest grandson's pestering, so she had to ask Mr. Huang to take out two small pieces of pheasant meat as big as fingernails from the few small bags of dried meat and put them into the pot.

Goudan'er lost his temper in disappointment when he saw that his mother only put in two pieces of dried meat, which were not enough to fit between his teeth.
  "Put more! Put more! Who can eat such a small amount? Other people have a piece as big as the palm of their hand. Why is our family so shabby? This is not even enough for me to stuff between my teeth!"

There was only so much dried meat in the house, and my mother-in-law didn't say anything. How could she take the initiative?

Xiao Huang was angry and helpless, and she felt sorry for her precious son. She could only coax her patiently: "Son, don't worry, other people's houses are so big, so the whole family has to share the food, and each person's share is less than the size of a fingernail." It’s so big! Our house is all for you to eat alone, and no one will take it from you.”

Qiao Honglian, who was lying on the ground panting from exhaustion, heard this and stared at her rice cooker dimly.

During the meal, Huang indeed picked out the two extremely small pieces of dried meat with a spoon and placed them in Goudan'er's bowl under everyone's ardent gaze.

As for the few chestnut kernels and pieces of yam, half of them were picked out and placed in Goudaner's bowl. Everyone else only had one piece of chestnut or yam in their bowl.

Qiao Honglian held the bowl and looked at the pitiful piece of yam in her bowl that was almost melted into the rice porridge. She didn't know what it felt like.

At the Qiao family's side, everyone had meat, chestnuts, and yams in their bowls. Qiao Ran also put two large pieces of meat and a few chestnut kernels in her bowl.

“Ranran, you like chestnuts, eat more.

Mrs. Qiao put the chestnuts in Qiao Ran's bowl, and Chen Huiniang also wanted to give Qiao Ran the chestnuts in her bowl.

Qiao Ran quickly stopped: "Grandma, mother, there are enough chestnuts in my bowl. You can keep them for yourself!"

"We all have it, we all have it! Besides, I have bad teeth, so I prefer eating these soft yams."

Mrs. Qiao said with a smile.

In fact, Mrs. Qiao's teeth are so good that she can even chew bark and grass roots. How could she not be able to bite a ripe chestnut that is also pink and glutinous?

Qiao Ran knew that this was just her grandma wanting her to eat more of her favorite chestnuts.