Chapter 700: Fleeing Famine (Part 5)

Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Fleeing Famine (Part 5)

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Yuan Chun slapped him away, pointed at him, and cursed, "You lazy, greedy good-for-nothing, can’t do anything right except eat, and you’re the best at that! If you put as much effort into work as you do eating, our family wouldn’t be living such a hard life. And you dare be fierce to your brother! If it weren’t for the second son’s diligent family, relying only on you and that lazy wife of yours, Du Jincui, we’d have starved long ago."

Seeing his face darken with an angry glare and a stance as if he wanted to hit her, Yuan Chun kicked at him, "What, you want to hit your mother?"

"I wouldn’t dare."

Geng Dazhuang clenched his fists and lowered his head in anger.

Yuan Chun slapped him again, "Hurry up and pull the cart, you haven’t touched it once the entire way, but eating you’re eager."

Geng Dazhuang turned and walked towards Dalin.

When taking the rope of the cart, he glared resentfully at Dalin and gritted his teeth, "Seeing me get beaten, are you happy?"

"Big brother, you got beaten for not listening to mom, what’s that got to do with me."

Geng Dalin picked up his son and walked over to his mother.

His big brother pulled the cart carelessly, veering wherever there was a pit. Dalin wouldn’t dare let his son sit, worried it might shake his bones loose.

Fengling Village is a small village with only thirty or forty households and more than five hundred people. This time, everyone in the village fled famine, bringing all they could from their homes, and the dozens of carts were piled full.

The Geng family’s cart was also packed with things, including the clothes, bedding, and daily necessities of the family, as well as farm tools and pots and pans.

Only a small space was left on the cart for the youngest, Geng Xiaowen, to sit.

When the original owner couldn’t walk, she would sit with her grandson for a while.

Without anyone on board, the load wasn’t very heavy, but Geng Dazhuang found it hard to pull, moving much slower than others.

The Geng family followed the cart slowly forward and gradually fell to the back of the group, even pulling away from the group.

Geng Dalin worried the family would be left behind, he couldn’t help but step forward and say, "Big brother, you must be tired, let me pull the cart."

Geng Dazhuang snorted, dropped the cart, and quickly went after the group ahead, ignoring whether the old, young, and weak of the Geng family could catch up.

As for Du Jincui, she was with the Du Family, she only came to find the Geng Family at mealtime.

Yuan Chun stared coldly at Geng Dazhuang walking away and sat down on the roadside, saying to Geng Dalin, "Second son, the kids and I are really tired and can’t walk anymore. Let’s rest and catch up with them later."

"Mom, if the village group gets far, we won’t catch up." Geng Dalin looked worried. "With so many people fleeing famine now, if we meet anyone with bad intentions, our family is old and young, what if we’re robbed?"

"Why worry, your mother’s still here." Yuan Chun stretched her stiff legs, "I was famous in Fengling Village for being tough in fights when I was young. Though I haven’t fought in years, I’ve still got it."

Looking at him disdainfully, Yuan Chun scoffed, "I could take on seven or eight of them like you."

Geng Dalin couldn’t help but shrink his neck and stammered, "Then, then let’s rest."

Over time, he’d almost forgotten his mother had learned kung fu as a youth, even a few grown men couldn’t beat her.