Qin Junyao didn't understand why Qin Sen didn't clean himself up, but it was a personal choice and she chose to respect it.
"My second brother brought back a lot of bird eggs, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes," Qin Junyao said truthfully.
Qin Sen's heart stirred, "You can have whatever you want to eat?"
Qin Junyao shook her head, "No."
Seeing Qin Sen's regret, she asked, "What do you want to eat, Third Uncle?"
"Nothing, just wait for the people behind to arrive and let your mother cook it. Doctor Sheng and the others are healers, they won't be strange or speak out."
"Don't leave yet," Qin Sen called out to his eldest niece who was about to leave, "Leave one for me."
Qin Junyao looked around, took out a large, round tomato from the basket, and placed it in Qin Sen's hand.
"You're taking it from this basket for me?" Qin Sen pointed at the basket where Qin Junyao had put rabbits and asked.
Qin Junyao looked down at the rabbits eating grass in the basket and was instantly petrified. She had been careless.
Qin Sen held his forehead, "You go play. I'll build you a rabbit cage. You're not allowed to do this anymore, especially in front of your grandma."
"Why?"
"Your grandma will make you turn into gold. Go on," Qin Sen shooed Qin Junyao away as if she were an idiot.
Truly mother and son.
Qin Junyao thought that Grandma Qin hadn't made her turn into gold, but rather into silver.
With such a start, Qin Junyao became even bolder. She dared to take out radishes and cucumbers, and even shared a cucumber with someone on the way to replenish their fluids.
Their meals gradually improved, and everyone gained some weight, while Zhao Liangcai and his group grew thinner day by day.
There weren't always prey, and sometimes when they were in a hurry, there was no time to hunt, so they had to eat one meal and go hungry for the next.
The soldiers could gnaw on tree roots when they were hungry, but the Qian family couldn't.
At first, Madam Qian used silver to provide for the three of them, plus a mysterious doctor and Axe, but gradually she didn't want to spend money.
So, ten days after entering the mountains, Grandma Qin's business partners became three people.
Madam Qian spent silver to buy food for herself and Zhao Rui. Qian Duo spent silver to buy food for himself and the mysterious doctor. Finally, Zhao Liangcai spent silver to buy food for himself and Axe.
The closeness of relationships was implicitly revealed.
Grandma Qin didn't care about the relationship between Zhao Liangcai and his group; as long as she could earn money, it was fine.
Now, what she cared about was where to go.
"Grandma Qin, Sister Jun, come back to the Northwest with us. The Southwest is mostly filled with miasma and poisonous insects, it's very dangerous."
"If you stay here, and the refugees who attacked Anshun Prefecture win, you'll be in even more danger."
"The Northwest is better, the city in the Northwest is very lively," Sheng Yining strongly praised the Northwest.
"What if we keep going west?" Qin Sen asked.
"The border is not far to the west, and there are often battles there." Zhao Liangcai saw that the group ahead had stopped and came up to check, just in time to hear them discussing where to go.
Looking down from the mountain where the Qin and Hou families stood, a fork in the road was clearly visible, like a chicken's foot pressing on the foot of the mountain, each path leading to a different place.
For a moment, everyone was at a loss.
Old Man Hou squatted beside Grandma Qin, who was tossing coins, waiting for her conclusion.
Grandma Qin had already reached a conclusion: the best option was to go to the Northwest, followed by the West, and then staying put.
But she didn't want to go to the Northwest. The journey to the Northwest was long. If they didn't travel with Zhao Liangcai and his group, the journey would be unsafe. Man-made disasters were often more difficult to deal with than natural disasters. If they traveled together, Yao Yao couldn't casually take out food.
"Sister-in-law, where are we going?" Old Man Hou saw that Grandma Qin was sitting still and seemed to have made up her mind.
"Brother Hou, are you really going to bring your whole family with us?" Grandma Qin asked with a rare calm and very serious tone.
"Let's not talk about that. If it weren't for you back then, our family wouldn't be here. Sister-in-law, you choose."
With Old Man Hou's words, Grandma Qin became even more hesitant. She could take her family on an adventure, but she couldn't take others on an adventure.
"Grandma Qin, may I say a word?" Zhao Liangcai saw that Sheng Yining had spoken a lot about the Northwest, but still hadn't made the Qin family decide. He walked to Grandma Qin's side, wanting to say something practical.
Grandma Qin stood up and looked at the big-bearded little god of war in front of her, "You speak."
"The Salt Lake where I am stationed recruits people year-round to extract and boil salt. The wages are high and paid on time. Those who work at the Salt Lake are exempt from head tax, and they can eat as much salt as they want at home without paying for it."
"The land prices there are low, and barren land can be cultivated freely."
Grandma Qin listened, and it touched her. On-time wages, tax exemption, free salt. She turned to look at Zhao Rui, who was looking over, still a little hesitant.
No matter how much she and Brother Hou admonished them, the love of beauty was in everyone. Her second and third sons, and the Hou family's teenage boys, their eyes would always stray.
"Grandma, let's go to the Northwest."
A voice seemed to have made Grandma Qin's decision. She looked up and saw Qin Junyao.
Zhao Liangcai's eyes held surprise, and Sheng Yining was also happy, jumping and patting her brother's shoulder.
Qin Junyao didn't decide to go to the Northwest because she listened to their persuasion, but because she learned from Axe and Sheng Yining along the way, and before she transmigrated, the Northwest was very similar to the Northwest.
There was her grandfather's unfinished dream and her own obsession.
Her spatial ability could provide enough food and drink for the Qin and Hou families. If the Northwest wasn't that Northwest, it wouldn't be too late to move again.
Grandma Qin looked into her granddaughter's eyes, raised her right hand, and pointed to a road down the mountain, making her decision, "Then let's go to the Northwest."
"That's great, Sister Jun! My mom makes delicious steamed buns. When we get home, I'll ask my mom to steam some for you," Sheng Yining jumped with joy.
Her family owned a medical clinic in the Northwest city. Because she loved medicinal herbs since she was young and often followed her brother and grandfather to gather herbs in the mountains, people in the surrounding areas didn't let their daughters play with her.
Now, she had a little sister who was willing to listen to her and didn't dislike her, and who was going back to the Northwest with her. Sheng Yining was so happy she could fly.
Since the decision was made, everyone didn't delay. They grabbed handfuls of dirt and smeared it on their faces and went down the mountain to the main road.
They hadn't met anyone in the mountains, but on the road, they saw quite a few pedestrians.
There were poor and rich people, running around like headless flies.
Children were placed on donkeys, and everyone tried to stay as close as possible, with children and women in the middle, men on the outside, and Zhao Liangcai and his group on the outermost side. Sudan Novel Network.
"Everyone take out your weapons and get on your horses," Zhao Liangcai commanded as he saw a group of people ahead.
He rode Xiao Fei to the forefront, took the weapon hanging on the side of his horse, removed the cloth wrapped around it, and the silver single-handled hammer was once again in Zhao Liangcai's hand.
The other soldiers got on their horses and combined the swords and staffs on their horses, instantly turning them into long-handled swords.
Qin Junyao, walking behind, looked at Zhao Liangcai's back and the single-handled hammer, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
After walking less than two hundred meters, they saw a group of people standing on both sides of the road. One of them, holding a knife, suddenly rushed to the middle of the road and pointed at Zhao Liangcai on horseback, asking, "Who are you?"
"Get lost," then another person appeared, cursed, and kicked the man holding the knife aside.
"Big brother, you've invited them. My younger brother is not well. Please, please."
This person's face was beaming with a smile, and sweat dripped from his forehead, unsure if it was from fear or heat.
Zhao Liangcai examined their weapons and how they held their knives on horseback. He raised his empty left hand and gave a signal to those behind him. Then, with a wave of his hand, he rode forward and continued to move.