Chapter 159： I'm an exile I'm proud

Chapter 159 I am an exile and I am proud

The Song family's exiles this time are mostly men and only a few women.

Enough to cook, they have finished breakfast and made dry food for lunch.

Compared with the refugees who escaped from the famine, this group of exiles lived a fairy life.

Everyone is very active on the road, wishing to grow a pair of wings and fly directly to the mud town of Youzhou.

Chu Lixuan and Jiang Xinyan felt a little better when they saw their positive performance.

"Big brother and sister-in-law hurried over to eat, they all finished eating."

Chu Lixiang saw his eldest brother and sister-in-law and urged them happily.

"Yo! Brother Xiang is so active that he wants to open up wasteland and farm!"

Jiang Xinyan made fun of this cute baby, he was the best along the way.

She has two points of preference for Chu Lixiang, Chu Lixuan is not satisfied! Turned her face to prevent her from looking at her little brother.

This vinegar jar was flying all over the sky, even eating the vinegar of an eight-year-old child. Jiang Xinyan deeply despised men.

Chu Lixiang giggled, and now he is not afraid of his elder brother glaring at him.

When he woke up early in the morning, he could smell the aroma of the food. When he was happy, he saw Song Mingjiang at the gate of their yard.

"Brother Song, why are you so early? Have you had breakfast? My elder sister is ready."

"Brother Xiang, eat slowly, my clan and I are full, so we will all set off together."

Two people, not three people and Chu Lizheng, chatting chatteringly.

Seeing Chu Lixuan and his wife coming out, Chu Lixiang came over happily and urged them to have breakfast.

Chu family's breakfast is white rice porridge with scallion pancakes and scallions, naturally grown by Chu Lixuan and his wife.

Song Mingjiang swallowed his saliva even though he was full. The aunts in his clan made buns from flour.

Although it is also delicious, it is still a thousand miles away from the scallion pancake.

Chu Lixiang handed Song Mingjiang a scallion pancake, and Song Mingjiang took it with a blushing face, wanting to go back to their thatched hut to eat.

When he left the gate of the courtyard, he saw a large group of people waiting outside, making Song Mingjiang even more at a loss.

The ten-year-old child handed the scallion pancake to the clan elder.

The old Song nationality used his thin hands to tear open the scallion pancake, ate a small half of it by himself, and stuffed the other half into Song Mingjiang's hands.

Song Mingjiang saw the clan elder eating, so he lowered his head and ate the scallion pancake in his hand.

It was so fragrant that he couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance, so he could only eat it.

Jiang Xinyan took all this into her eyes, and she felt that the old Song family was doing well.

The Chu family quickly finished breakfast, and they all walked up the official road together.

The officials are no longer beating the gong, but they want to go slower and slower!

Zhao Yu got the martial arts secret book and practiced it so much that he could not sleep or eat. He didn't know where to hide to practice.

The three Jinyiwei ate with the Chu family and walked beside their team on the way.

When they encountered refugees fleeing the famine on the road, there was no shortage of water now, so Chu Lixuan called Jinyiwei to send them some semolina and seeds.

told them to stop wandering around, settle down on the spot, plant the seeds and eat them soon.

The refugee who escaped from the famine looked at the food with tears in his eyes. He knelt down on the spot and kowtowed to thank him, "God's eyes open! The official is so kind."

The officials didn't dare to say anything about Zhennan, no matter how stupid they were, they knew they couldn't talk nonsense.

The official messenger has no post station to enter, so there is no news from the court, if it is not for the food of Zhennan Hou.

They starved to death on the road long ago, and now they are shorter than the exiles.

Because Zhennanhou was an exile, other exiles were proud of him.

All with their heads held high and their faces brightly written, I am an exile and I am proud!

(end of this chapter)