After dressing as a superb old woman, I am bound to the power system

"My family has no money. Don't buy anything. Come down for a walk. I'll leave too," Qiao Lan said.

"Mom, please get in the car and have a rest. It's better for my son to go," Duan Mingjing immediately came up. "My car is more spacious and can carry more food. You are not feeling well yet, so you should rest more."

Qiao Lan was indeed a little dizzy at the moment, probably due to his age, so he nodded and got on the carriage.

With a wave of the whip, the horses walked forward slowly together.

Except for the younger children of the Duan family who were sitting in the car, several men were either pulling the horses in front or following behind the carriage, with the woman following beside them.

Duan Mingjing didn't want to catch the carriage, so he walked slowly beside the carriage.

After walking out of Feng'an Town for less than half an hour, Duan Mingjing shouted that he was too tired and wanted to rest on the carriage.

The brothers of the Duan family were all leading the horses and driving the carriage, but Duan Mingjing was the only one who moved his feet slowly. He held on to the wall of the carriage with one hand, and raised his other hand to the top of his head to block the sun. His face was weak and red, and he was panting.

Rough.

"Second brother, please bear with me before leaving Feng'an Town." Duan Mingchen advised from the side.

"Fourth brother, please walk slower! We are not in a hurry to get back to our hometown, so please slow down!" Duan Mingjing panted.

Duan Mingjing was thinking a few days ago, since she was going back to her hometown, why didn't the old lady wait until autumn before going back? It's too hot to go south now, so it's not easy to travel.

Even if it is slightly autumn, it will be cooler than now and it will be comfortable for people to walk.

It's just that he didn't dare to say this to the old lady. He could only lament in his heart that he had a hard life. He was born in a wealthy family and had no chance to enjoy wealth until old age.

Thinking of this, Duan Mingjing felt sad and grabbed the edge of the carriage and walked forward slowly.

When they reached a fork in the road, Uncle Sun walked up to the old lady's carriage and asked for her opinion on whether to take the official road or the farm road next to it.

The official road has been opened up, and the weeds and trees on both sides of the road have been cut down. It is very smooth, but it is hot to walk on. The farm path is not that easy to walk, but it is more quiet and shady. It will be much more comfortable for a few young masters to lead the horses.

Uncle Sun told these words to Qiao Lan, and then looked at the young masters leading the horses in front of the carriage.

"Old lady, I see that all the young masters have sunburn on their faces." Uncle Sun said.

He had watched the master grow up back then, and now that the master was gone, he felt even more sorry for the young masters.

Qiao Lan, who was sitting in the carriage, was very bored, but she didn't expect this.

"Let's take the official road. There's nothing you can do about it because the sun is too hot. Just bear with it." Qiao Lan's voice came out of the carriage.

Regarding the issue of taking the official road and the small road, Qiao Lan felt that she didn't need to think too much. It must be whichever road they took faster. They had to leave the capital as soon as possible.

After hearing this, Uncle Sun had no choice but to follow the old lady's instructions and go.

Duan Jiaerlang didn't have much opinion after hearing this, but Duan Mingjing was a little discouraged, like a flower that had been dried by the sun, unable to cheer up.

The journey along the official road was fast, and before noon, the Duan family and their entourage arrived at the post station.

The atmosphere at the inn today seems to be different from usual. Officials with swords stood on the roads at both ends of the inn, questioning passers-by one by one.

Duan Mingchen led his horse into the front line and saluted the officials on the left and right.

"Who are you? Why did you come out of Beijing? Where is Lu Yin?" The leader, a middle-aged man with a mustache, asked sternly.

"Sir, I... Caomin is from the capital, my father..." Duan Mingchen was a little embarrassed to talk about these things, but he still made it clear.

"...My father, Duan Yuexiu, made a mistake during his lifetime and offended the Holy Spirit..." Duan Mingchen told the story of the confiscation of his family's home, and also mentioned the family's return to their hometown to seek a living.

The officials guarding the entrance of the official road checked Duan Mingchen's route and then looked at the three carriages before letting them pass after making sure they were correct.

As for the confiscation of the Duan family, no one cared at all.

After passing the inn, Duan Mingchen wondered why the road out of Beijing was so strictly controlled. Is something going to happen in Beijing?

He glanced back at the clerks guarding both ends of the post house, and felt that these people were different from the clerks he had seen on the street. Not only were they not arrogant, but they were particularly imposing.

Like a knife stained with blood, it looks fierce.

Duan Mingchen didn't tell his family about this uncomfortable feeling, for fear of scaring them, so he kept silent and hurried forward.

Duan Mingjing stopped screaming and felt uncomfortable after the incident just now. He seemed to be frightened, lowered his head and walked silently.

Only Qiao Lan, who was sitting in the carriage, smelled the danger and was a little worried.

Troubled times are coming!

The Duan family hurried on in a hurry and arrived at a small village in the outskirts before dusk. They spent a few coins to rent two houses from a farmer.

The farmer who rented the house from the Duan family only had an old woman and two children. It was said that his son and daughter-in-law were working in a town near the capital and came back to stay for one night every half month, so the house was empty.

"You can use the bedding and things in this house as you like. You can go to the river to fetch water. I have buckets and poles in my yard. You can tie your horse by the tree in the backyard." A strong old woman pointed to the yard.

Said one after another.

Two children, about three or four years old, were lying in front of the threshold of their house, secretly watching the Duan family.

"Old man, I see you have chickens at home. Do you have eggs for sale?" Duan Mingchen asked after looking around the yard.

His mother is still ill, so eggs can replenish her body.

"Yes, the eggs my hens just laid this morning are fresh!" the old woman shouted enthusiastically.

Duan Mingchen took out two copper coins and handed them to the old woman. The woman happily accepted them and went to collect eggs from her house.

After a day's journey, the Duan family were exhausted. They washed, fed the horses and cooked food, and after a hurried dinner, they all went back to the house to sleep.

Only Qiao Lan was tossing and turning a little, but the old lady couldn't help but fall asleep soon.

Until dawn.

Qiao Lan heard the knocking on the door in her dream!

"Mom, open the door!"

"Mom! I am Shan'er!"

Then there was the old woman's voice of agreement, and the sound of the door bolt squeaking to open the door.

"Shan'er, why are you back at this time?" The old woman's voice was still confused.

"Chun'er is back too!"

"Mom, this is not the place to talk! Quickly pack up the valuable things at home, take the children, and let's leave quickly!" The man's urgent voice sounded.

Qiao Lan was startled and opened her eyes, no longer feeling sleepy.

Dim light shines into the house through the narrow earthen window.

"Something happened! Something happened in the capital! There are people killing people in the capital! They are killing people everywhere, and they even killed high-ranking officials! Let's run quickly. If we run too late, we will die!" The man's urgent voice sounded, mixed with the woman's voice.

A low cry.

Qiao Lan frowned after hearing this. It came too fast, troubled times have really come.

"Grandma!" Duan Sitong's voice sounded in the dark room, with obvious panic.

"Don't be afraid!"