Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 39

After playing with the cub, everyone had almost packed up. Before leaving, Gu Fengyue suggested going to the Jixiang Pawnshop in the south of the city. It happened that the place where the carriage was stored was also in the south of the city, and the Song family was also going that way, so they went together.

Gu Fengyue was quick to complete his task. Not long after, he came out of the Jixiang Pawn Shop and thanked the Song family members who were waiting for him: "I'll have to trouble you to take me back to Beijing."

Song Dazhuang waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's nothing, it's just a matter of convenience. Let's get going after we're done. There are some food on this street, let's go buy some and take them with us."

When buying food, Gu Fengyue refused to let Song Dazhuang pay no matter what. After Song Dazhuang refused several times, he finally let him go. After all, he was the young master of a wealthy family, and he probably wouldn't mind paying for the food.

After buying some dry food for the journey, everyone went to the storage office at the city gate, paid the money and drove the carriage over.

The Song family members gathered around the brand new and spacious carriage and screamed in amazement, especially Song Chunsheng. The young boy was chattering and touching here and looking there, finding everything rare. When he thought that such a rare carriage belonged to his family, he found it even rarer.

"Good, good, this car is great. I'm such an old man, but I can still ride in my own carriage. Good, good, not bad." Old Master Song couldn't put the new car down. He had ridden in carriages when he was a shopkeeper when he was young, but they were other people's carriages. How could they compare with his own?

Song A-mo was also full of curiosity. She casually rummaged around in the carriage and found a clay stove hidden inside.

"Oh, this is good. If the road is not bumpy, we can use this small clay stove to boil a pot of water, and drink a bowl of hot tea to warm ourselves up when the weather is cold."

The Song family's love for the new carriage was overflowing, and Gu Fengyue was also infected by this joy, thinking that this carriage was really great in every way, even though it was the simplest carriage he had ever ridden.

Song Qin spread all the quilts for the family, young and old, on the innermost bed. There were boxes and cages under the beds, which could hold a lot of things. The whole family worked together to organize the luggage, and then they got on the carriage happily.

Song Dazhuang was not very experienced in driving, so the carriage was moving quite slowly. When passing the city gate, he could see from afar a group of ragged people walking towards him. Song Dazhuang noticed that they were his former villagers. The one leading them was his brother who grew up with him. However, this brother stood in the distance and watched coldly when he was being besieged.

Song Dazhuang could not forget the despair he once felt when he was on the verge of death. What was more terrifying than death was that those people who had once been his brothers watched him die when he needed them most.

Song Dazhuang silently pulled up the scarf around his neck, covering most of his face. They all grew up together. Song Dazhuang had escaped death once. He couldn't say he was relieved, but he couldn't forgive them either. He could only watch indifferently as they struggled to walk to the city gate.

Song Chunlin saw his former villagers from the car window. His feelings towards these people were not as complicated as Song Dazhuang's. At most, he was disgusted. In the end times, there were many such people. They would unite because of common interests, but they would also quarrel over uneven distribution of spoils. Most of the time, these small groups would easily fall apart unless there was a smart person in charge.

Obviously the previous village chief had some brains, but not much, otherwise he would not have allowed such a tragedy as murder and food robbery to happen in his own team.

When passing by the Song family's carriage, the village chief looked up as if he had sensed something, and all he saw was the back of a spacious carriage going away. He looked at the receding carriage with some melancholy, and actually thought of the Song family who had fled into the mountains for the first time in a long time.

"I don't know if they are still alive?" the village chief muttered to himself.

The Song family members who were believed by the villagers to be dead were drowsy under the bumpy ride of the carriage. Song Chunlin discovered that the carriages of this era all had one thing in common, that is, they had no shock absorption. Going a little faster on the dirt road was like riding a boat, swaying back and forth. Song Chunlin had never felt so uncomfortable when riding a unicycle before. Not long after going, he discovered a terrible thing - he was carriage sick!

After realizing this, Song Chunlin felt like he had lost all desire to live. He closed his eyes, made up his mind, and fell directly onto the bed covered with a thick quilt, and began to pretend to be dead.

However, except for Song Chunlin, the fake ancient man, all the other people did not get carriage sickness, even the little brat Song Xiaobao. Not only did he not get carriage sickness, he also rolled around on the bed very energetically, from the left to the right, and when he saw his brother he pounced on him. Song Chunlin felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were about to be crushed out by this brat.

Song Chunsheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he held the kid in his arms and tried to coax him to sleep.

Song Qinshi and Song Amuo were sewing a piece of cloth in their hands. God knows how they managed to avoid pricking their hands when the car was shaking so much.

Song Chunlin closed his eyes and felt better. He thought that since the car was shaking, he might as well hide in the space.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the space, the dizzy feeling disappeared. Song Chunlin, who came back to life, was full of energy. He walked to the pile of books in the corner. These were the books he had collected in the library. He had thought that after the end of the world, these books would come in handy. However, in ten years, there was no sign of the end of the world. Instead, the number of humans was decreasing. These books had been placed in the corner, and Song Chunlin would take out one of them to pass the time when he was free.

However, in order to save space, Song Chunlin did not bring in the shelves when he was collecting the books, resulting in the books being piled up to a height of five or six meters. It was very difficult just to climb up, so Song Chunlin had to move an extra-long ladder before he could barely climb up.

He lay on the pile of books, checking them one by one. He threw the ones he wanted on the ground. After he crawled over the area, there were already several books thrown on the ground, all of which were about agriculture.

Song Chunlin looked at the books on the ground and felt that the genetics of seeds seemed a little too abstract and difficult to understand for an ancient person like Song Dazhuang, so he continued to search diligently on the pile of books.

After two hours of searching, Song Chunlin was so tired that he lay motionless on the pile of books. He felt that he was still too naive. With so many books piled together, it would be almost impossible to find a copy of "Qimin Yaoshu".

I should have moved the bookshelf in at the beginning. It would have been much more convenient and easier to find things.

Knowing this is priceless. Song Chunlin climbed down the mountain of books resignedly and picked up the books on the ground. He planned to roughly classify these books into novels and literature, modern science and technology, teaching guidance, agricultural technology and atlases, and then subdivide them when he has time.