Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

The middle-aged man frowned: "But it's not a problem for us to hide here all the time, when will we be a head?"

Looking around, there are mountains.

Woods, hillsides, cliffs.

And the valley they chose for temporary shelter had nothing but weeds.

In the past few days, everyone has finished building the grass hut, and they have also cultivated some land and sowed some seeds, but no one knows whether there will be a harvest.

If it's spring now, it's better, but now it's autumn, there are too few things to plant, plus they can't get many kinds of seeds.

"It doesn't have much to eat, and it's just a shed with a few grasses to live in. How can this be able to survive the winter?"

Old Tietou looked at the depths of the dense forest with great pity: "It's a pity that there are wolves everywhere in the mountain, and we don't dare to go there. Otherwise, how can we get some meat and teeth."

He patted the old man on the shoulder: "Don't think about it so much, just pick up more dry wood and come back with more wild vegetables."

"In those fields, I only hope that a few more sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes will grow out before winter. Otherwise, we will not be able to survive this winter here. It is estimated that there will not be too many."

Along the way, most of the old ones died, and the young ones were soon gone. The rest were mostly young and strong offspring, or young girls.

Although they were lucky enough to escape to the north-south border, which is not too dry, all the towns rejected them as refugees, and they were even driven out and suppressed by the local yamen.

In order to survive and to avoid the people from the yamen, they could only hide in the old forest in the deep mountains.

But in the deep mountains and old forests, it is not suitable for people to live in, and there are wolves in the mountains.

In addition, they had no money on hand, no food and clothing, and the time was running out. They didn't have the time and energy to build a house.

Lack of food and clothing, coupled with the thatched cottage that leaks everywhere in winter, can it survive this cold winter?

Everyone's heart was as heavy as a stone was crushed.

Pulling hard, Su Qiao finally dragged the man into the thatched hut, and then released him.

After such a buffer, Zhao Jingting's anger at first disappeared a lot. He lowered his head and stared at the little girl who was half a head shorter than himself, very displeased:

"You little secret guard, you are a little too bold, you even dare to cover this king's mouth, and you dare to tell people that there is something wrong with this king's brain, do you think this king dare not punish you?"

[Host, what kind of prince does he regard himself as, and he regards you as his secret guard, hahaha, this guy really dares to think, isn't he afraid of being beaten by you? 】

444 thought it was funny.

I don't know if this guy would die of shyness if he knew that he had been so rude once.

Uncle dumb pulled the master, and quickly bowed to Su Qiao apologetically: "Aah...Aah..."

Zhao Jingting pushed the dumb uncle away with a stern face: "Go down."

Uncle Du hurriedly shook his head and scribbled something in a hurry, however, Zhao Jingting didn't buy his account at all.

"Why, you dare not even listen to this king's orders? Do you believe that this king cut off your head?"

Uncle dumb broke out in a cold sweat, and anxiously gestured towards Su Qiao a few times, meaning to let her go out with him.

Su Qiao understood what he meant, but shook his head.

If she goes out too, Zhao Jingting will definitely run out and make trouble.

"It's okay, you go out, he gave it to me."