The Nameless of the Common Clans

"It's on fire!" From a distance, Zhuangzi saw that the originally peaceful but not beautiful Zhuangzi gradually turned into a sea of ​​fire. Under the gradually dimming sky, it was so eye-catching that Dalang stood on the slope in a daze.

"Brother Ergou..." Duan leaned beside Chen Mo blankly. They were resting at the moment, but watching this scene still made people uncomfortable: "What will happen to aunt and uncles?"

"They... shouldn't kill indiscriminately, right?" Chen Mo said hesitantly, but for some reason he didn't believe it when he said it. He could vaguely hear the wailing sound in the wind, and Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang could also hear it. What will happen to them if they don't come out? The young Chen Mo couldn't imagine it, but the most important thing was... his family was gone.

"Then why do we want to escape? Why do they want to burn our village?" asked Ah-Dai. At the end of the sentence, the tears in his eyes were flowing down uncontrollably.

"..." Chen Mo didn't know how to respond. In one day, he killed someone, watched his friends who grew up together die in front of him, and in the end even lost his home. This shouldn't be for a child under ten years old. Things that should be experienced, but there is nothing in this world that should be done.

Low cries came from the crowd, and Chen Mo instinctively looked at his mother, who was his only support in the world: "Mom, where are we going next?"

Mother Chen didn't know how to answer Chen Mo's question. She was a woman, so what ideas could she have at a time like this? Maybe, but she didn't want to go to that place, so she could only take one step at a time. Faced with her son's inquiry, she could only shake her head silently. In the night wind, her thin body felt a little frail and helpless.

Where to go? How to make a living?

Originally, Chen Mo already felt that he was mature enough and could shoulder the burden of a family like his elders. But when this moment came and his family suddenly disappeared, Chen Mo suddenly felt a little confused. How should he live in the future? Now, they can be considered refugees, right?

How the refugees lived was an issue he had never considered before, but now, looking at his mother whose face turned pale in the cold wind, Chen Mo suddenly felt that he should seriously think about this issue.

"Let's go, it's not very safe here." After a moment of rest, Uncle Yang stood up, looked at everyone, and moved his mouth, wanting to comfort or encourage him, but the words turned into somewhat stereotyped words, He couldn't think of any words of encouragement. For ordinary people like them, if their home is gone, the sky will fall. No matter how much encouragement they give, they are nonsense. They have to keep walking until they reach a safe place.

Chen Mo picked up his luggage and Heizi, carrying the bow and arrow on his back. He threw away the wooden stick. He found that it seemed useless.

Where will you stay tonight? This is a problem. They seem to have no place to live. It would be best to go to the surrounding villages to stay overnight. However, they cannot go to nearby villages. It is too dangerous. The farther ones are no further than going to Xiaqiu County. Night has fallen completely. After that, she couldn't see anything anymore. Mother Chen held Chen Mo's hand tightly for fear that he would get lost, as did everyone else.

Although they were on the road that night, they were walking very slowly. They only walked more than ten miles in one night. When it got light in the morning, the people who had been cold and hungry all night stopped to rest.

"Uncle Yang, why do you have to travel at night and rest during the day?" Chen Mo took advantage of everyone's break to boil water and approached the alert Yang Mao and asked.

"I don't know what the situation is now." Yang Mao turned to look at Chen Mo. The other children were already fast asleep, but Chen Mo was looking for firewood with everyone. He touched his head dotingly and lowered his head. He said: "After all, we know about the Taiping Rebellion, and those people will probably not let us go. If we are traveling during the day, we will be easily noticed by them, but if we are traveling at night, although it is slow, they will not be able to come out at night. Find someone.”

Chen Mo suddenly realized: "Uncle Yang is so awesome."

"This is not a skill." Yang Mao touched Chen Mo's head and sighed: "Also, it's cold at night, and we can't find any shelter. If we fall asleep in the wilderness, we will freeze to death that night. It will be warmer during the day, so I can get through it even if I don’t have a place to stay.”

"Then where are we going now?" Chen Mo nodded, feeling that it made sense, and then asked.

"Go to Xiao County. Li Zheng's son will serve as the county magistrate in Xiao County. Go there and explain the matter. I believe he will take me in." Uncle Yang looked into the distance and said.

"Is Xiao County far away?" Chen Mo whispered.

"Now walk east for a while and then north. When you reach Xiangxian, go west again. If you go right, it will cost about 400 yuan. It will take at least a month to walk." Yang Mao said with a smile.

Four hundred miles?

Chen Mo was speechless. He couldn't imagine how far it was. The farthest distance he had walked in his life was only from Zhuangzi to Xia Qiu, which was already quite extraordinary.

"Are we going to keep moving here?" Chen Mo asked confused.

"This is how it was before I went to Xiangxiang. When I got to Xiangxiang, I went to ask around. If there are no Taiping followers, we can report to the official in Xiangxiang. If Xiangxiang is willing to take us in, that would be the best. If not, that's fine. We can only go to Xiao County to seek refuge." Yang Mao shook his head.

"How far is it from here?" Chen Mo licked his dry tongue.

"Baili." Yang Mao thought for a while and said.

"Oh~" Chen Mo hoped to stop when he got to the next phase. Xiao County was too far for him.

"How are your injuries?" Yang Mao touched Chen Mo's head and asked with a smile.

"It's okay. The wound is not deep. My mother applied medicine to me yesterday. It will heal soon." Chen Mo grinned. The cut was not deep. It did not hurt the bones, let alone the internal organs. However, such injuries should heal soon.

"Eat more and have a good sleep first. You will have to endure this kind of days for a long time. You are young and I am afraid you can't bear it." Yang Mao smiled.

"I am not afraid of hardship." Chen Mo shook his head.

"I know, but I am afraid your body can't bear it. Go to sleep." Yang Mao smiled.

"Yeah." Chen Mo nodded and agreed, and turned to find his mother.

Chen's mother had boiled hot water to wipe Chen Mo's wound. It was painful, but Chen Mo had been enduring it.

"Mo'er, go to sleep quickly. We have to travel tonight." After helping Chen Mo wipe the wound, Chen's mother took out a piece of clothing from the package and wrapped it around Chen Mo, looking at her son with some heartache.

"Well, mother should sleep too. With Heizi here, someone will find out if they come." Chen Mo nodded, found a place to lie down in the wind, and said to his mother while holding Heizi.

"Well." Chen's mother nodded, leaned against the tree trunk to block the wind for her son, and saw Chen Mo fall asleep, and slowly closed her eyes. They were too tired tonight and really needed a good rest.

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