"Don't move!" Father Gu, who had picked up the horses again, roared, making Gu Zheng tremble, and stopped his follow-up action of tearing them off. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Son, don't move, don't you have a headache? This is the dog skin paste sold by the Jicheng Materia Medica, your father and I can rely on it for my back pain, put on two stickers, and it won't hurt in less than half a minute!"

Is it appropriate for you to put a dog skin plaster on the door of the human brain to treat bruises, intending to treat brain pain?

But looking at the two cheap fathers and mothers who hadn't said a few words yet, the eyes of Yin Yin, Gu Zheng's words of complaining only turned around in a circle, he swallowed it again, and the words that came out of his mouth were: "Hey, thank you, Dad, it's really easy to use, it doesn't hurt at all when you stick it!"

"Daughter-in-law, you stop a little, I'll come down and let's push and walk together, you're tired!" Before Zhang Fengyi could speak, Gu Zheng jumped down from the big cart and went up to hold the handle on the other side: "I don't know how long this escape will take all the way, I know that you can do it, daughter-in-law, but we also have to combine work and rest, right?"

"When our father and mother are tired, we have to take turns to get in the car and rest. Ahh

Looking at the funny round plaster, with the smell of medicine at the end, but still smiling with a simple face, Zhang Fengyi, who quarreled with people for three hours without the same weight, pursed her lips rarely, and handed the handrail of the car to Gu Zheng with some emotion.

The family walked silently, on the noisy escape road to the southern town, in this crowded and chaotic flow of refugees, although it was difficult, but it was inexplicably steady and orderly.

Because of Gu Zheng's guidance, this march was quite methodical, coupled with the pulling of the fat and strong horses that joined later, it actually took Gu Zheng and his party more than half a day, and when the sun was about to set, and the refugees began to camp and prepare to rest, they had already rushed to the front end of the team heading south from Jicheng.

Most of the people who march ahead are strong and able-bodied, or have been engaged in long-term running for a living, and they are very good at how to hurry.

After they saw the combination of Gu Zheng's family, they were a little surprised at first.

But when they saw the horse, which had apparently been snatched from the Tartars, and the family's daughter-in-law, who had stopped moving, and had taken down two heavy bags of hemp from the cart one by one, the group was no longer curious.

This family is deeply hidden and has real skills.

Even a rough daughter-in-law has such ability, so how capable does the head of this family have to be!?

If he knew what these people thought, Gu Zheng would only sneer at these ignorant men, can women be subdued by force?

Do you have to do it?

It depends on sincerity, do you really understand?

Just like now, the hard-working Gu Zheng is really working hard for the comfortable life of the family's first day in the wilderness.

The big cart full of luggage was parked by Gu Zheng on the side of the road a little deeper into the woods, where there were two saplings that were not thick or thin, just enough to lean the body flat and get stuck in it.

The luggage wrapped in the family's bedding had been turned out early by Zhang Fengyi and spread on the board car full of luggage that was not afraid of pressure.

Gu Goudan was handed over to his grandmother, and his daughter-in-law stayed by the two of them, carefully counting the belongings that she brought out of the chaotic trip.

And Gu Zheng was pulling a horse in one hand and an axe in the other, leading Daddy Gu, who was carrying a big water bag, towards the depths of the forest.

There, they had to find a clean source of water, fill the empty water bags, feed the horses that had been used as camels at the end of the day, and cut back the firewood that had been used as camels for cooking and heating at night.

Fortunately, there are many plains in the land of Qilu, even if there are deep mountains and dense forests, it is not a steep and dangerous slope, although Gu Zheng has not survived in the wilderness, but he has a lot of knowledge of animals and plants.

In the glorious golden autumn and September days, this is not a barren mountain in the woods, but it is also a person like him who is obsessed with money, and his heart is surging.

In the process of looking for water sources in depth, Gu Zheng carefully remembered the landforms and properties of this area.

And as the plants in the place where they traveled became denser and denser, the air became more and more humid, and there was a slight 'bang' sound, Gu Zheng knew that he and his father were lucky, not far from the main road, there was a small water source.

Sure enough, after Gu Zheng picked up the extremely dense shrubs, he saw a small stream that was not turbulent from the mountain wall in the cracks of the broken stone wall.

This should be a branch of a mountain spring, and it will take a certain amount of time to fill this bag of water depending on the size of the water flow.

So Gu Zheng was ready to go separate ways with Daddy Gu.

"Dad, just fetch water here, don't run around, it's easy to get dangerous. ”

"The terrain on the other side of the stream is a little gentler, and there are some fertile grasses, and I just tethered the horse there to feed itself. ”

"I went ahead to chop some firewood, but the plants at the water's edge were too wet to ignite. ”

Gu's father, who felt that what his son said was very reasonable, nodded very simply: "Cheng!" Then you bring the sack, and the chopped firewood is better to carry it, isn't it?"

"Dad, it's still your old way!" Gu Zheng waved his hand at his father and plunged into the deeper woods.

As Gu Zheng's footsteps did not stop, a beautiful jungle scenery of the autumn sunset came into his eyes.

In the dense woods, the leaves have been sprinkled with golden yellow, like a tribute to the autumn harvest, and also like blooming its last glory.

Under the branches are unknown bushes, hanging with fruity unknown small fruits, and with the 'snap' of overwhelmed weight, a ripe seed rolls off the branches, looking for a future that belongs to it to thrive.

Two or three small forest rats, scurrying through the thick pile of dead leaves, their mouths bulging with food stored for the coming winter.

In the dark back, there are mushrooms growing silently, and the inconspicuous ash bushes are crowded into a pile, using an inconspicuous appearance to hide its own deliciousness.

If you ignore the imminent chaos in this world, this small forest that has not yet been disturbed by the large army of refugees really has a beautiful scenery.