These refugees were distributed a kettle lunch box in the shape of a pork waist, with a thin iron chain attached to a spoon to prevent loss. The kettle was inserted into the lunch box, and when used, it could be pulled out of the lunch box and drink water. After pulling out the kettle, the lunch box could serve rice.

This was the first time they saw such a thing, and they were all surprised.

Then they were stuffed into the tank truck. The car was covered with straw, and everyone was curled up on the straw. It was squeezed like canned sardines.

If someone needs convenience, they should report to the driver to go to the junction of the two vehicles to facilitate excretion, so that the excretion will fall between the rails outside the vehicle.

Three meals a day were served in the car. The chefs who accompanied the carts were pushing small carts and delivering them to each carriage. They used spoons to make food for the refugees and used a large insulated vat to drink water.

Although it was already spring, the temperature dropped sharply after the train left Zhangjiakou.

Especially at night, it is particularly cold. The tank truck has no heating and is not a passenger bus.

Fortunately, except for the middle aisle, there was a foot thick straw on both sides of the carriage. The straw was very warm. Adults and children all got into the straw, squeezed each other, and used their body temperature to keep warm.

These refugees, listening to the sound of the clanging wheels hitting the rail interface, were drowsy and half awake. They didn't know how long the train would take to go.

Suddenly one day, the train shook violently and stopped.

Many people fell and everyone woke up by shaking.

“Stop, stop.”

"Where is this? Look, there is a siege of Tucheng in the distance."

"How come this station looks like a fortress? Are there wars here?"

"So many soldiers."

Many people woke up, lying on the small window and looking out, while talking carefully.

They were panic and didn't know where they would be sent. Many people didn't know where the Junggar Basin was. It didn't sound like the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

There are also people sobbing. Being sent to such a faraway place in this era is equivalent to being exiled. They may never return to their hometown in their lifetime. But what can I do? They can only starve to death even if they stay in their hometown.

Mi Dashan counted the days in his mind. This was the third day he got on the car. He was wondering why when he stopped, there was a rumbling sound. The car door slid and opened, which caught people off guard.

There were soldiers carrying guns outside, looking at a car full of people with a stern face.

The light suddenly shone in strongly, and everyone suddenly narrowed their eyes.

The tank truck only has a very small window, which is dark inside. At this moment, the sliding door suddenly opened, and everyone quickly closed their eyes. In the dark for a long time, their eyes were no longer used to the strong light.

"Everyone gets out of the car, be careful not to get separated from the family. Once you get off the car, wait on the platform." The captain came and shouted loudly.

After this carriage, I went to the next carriage. This train has more than fifty cars.

"Boss, we're here to the place." The husband said timidly.

"I guess it's right? I guess this is what the soldiers are talking about Gaochang City."

Soon, the 1,000 families loaded by the train gathered in the square outside the station.

"Each family sends a camel. The head of the family pulled the camel and placed the old man and the children in the big frames on both sides of the carrier. The adults follow him. Now start the formation." A captain officer in charge of the escort shouted loudly.

The team was quickly organized, and a soldier was responsible for supervising fifty people and about ten families.

Then, the steam truck brought the food.

It was full of steaming buns. It was loaded in a bamboo basket with a tile cloth.

"We have to walk 600 miles to Dihua City, the capital of Tingzhou. By the way, Tingzhou has now been renamed Dihua Prefecture. You will resettle the counties under your jurisdiction. Be careful not to get separated along the way. If you get separated here, you will feed the wolf. Remember not to remember." The captain shouted.

"Remember, you won't get lost." The people below shouted. Every family tied a rope around the waist of the child, stringing the children who could walk by themselves into a string, so as not to get lost.

"Okay, now you are lucky to send buns and beef fillings. The family has 50 kilograms of buns, plus a skin of cold water for each person. This is the food along the way. You can replenish water when camping in the evening, but that's all the buns. You have calculated and don't eat them halfway."

"Also, there is a silver coin in the water bag, and no one is allowed to take it away. When you arrive at the place, the water bag will be reclaimed. If the silver coin is lost, you will have to compensate you." The captain specifically instructed.

Putting silver coins in water bags can prevent water from rotting. Silver has a bactericidal effect. These people were hungry and weak before, and they would be dead if they had diarrhea.

Therefore, provide them with cold boiled water, and put a silver coin in the water bag to prevent corrosion.

After all, water sacs made from skin are prone to smell and can easily cause water to deteriorate.

But there was no way. Yang Fan didn't have enough aluminum kettle. He had no place to get such a large number of gourds. After all, there were too many refugees.

They can only use the water bags sewn from mature skins of the elderly women on the grassland and the water bags sewn from mature skins to fill them with water. This thing is large and is enough for the refugees to recycle. They need to drink water in the end, from Gaochang to Dihua.

Mi Dashan put my mother and three youngest children in big baskets on both sides of camel carriers. He and the husband took the older children and pulled the camel away. The supplies and food they sent to them were also carried by camels.

They walked on the road with water on the south road, passing the windy Dabancheng wind outlet. After walking for half a month, they finally saw a green grassland ahead.

At this time, the snow had melted, the grass had buds exposed, and the grassland was covered with emerald green.

"Original, this mountain is so high. Is this Tianshan Mountain?" The husband asked, looking at the mountains in the distance.

Mi Dashan was also shocked to look at the continuous mountains, with snow on the top of the mountain, which was white.

At this time, the snow on the plain had already melted and the stream had begun to flow.

Mi Dashan realized that although this place is in the Western Regions, it seems that there is no shortage of water at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. These ice and snow melting water seem to have appeared in spring.

He felt ecstatic and could farm with water. He was scared by droughts over the years.

At this time, when he saw the water flow, he was trembling with excitement. As long as he built the canal and led the water into the field, it would be watered.

"It should be what the soldiers mentioned in the Tianshan Mountains. According to the captain, we seemed to divide the land on the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains and settle down."

At noon the next day, they finally saw a wooden city standing on a platform.

Thousands of tents have been built on the wasteland under the city, and many soldiers are practicing. The sound of shouting and killing is shocking, and there are also the sound of arson.

"We're here, this is Dihua City. When the craftsmen enter the city, the farmers arrange tents under the city to temporarily live, waiting for the division of land." The captain shouted with a loudspeaker.

"However, you must first take a bath and remove insects at the reception camp, then send new clothes, and the personal belongings you bring must also be prevented and inspected. Infectious diseases cannot be brought here."

They were soon sent to the bathing place by the soldiers. When they came out again, they had already changed into new inner and outer clothes. Their torn clothes were thrown into a large pot and disinfected with boiling water.

Mi Dashan and the craftsmen formed a team and followed the soldiers into the Mucheng.

This wooden city has only one gate. Many soldiers stood guard in front of the door with rifles with bright bayonets. The people were naturally afraid of the government and the army, and Mi Dashan and his family were afraid of their heads and walked by.

As soon as they entered the city, they were shocked by the scene inside. They saw the concrete pavement.

The ground of the street here is actually made of a whole piece of stone, which is as smooth as a rock, but the joints cannot be seen in the stone, which is amazing. There are such a big and long stones there.

There are three or four-story wooden houses on both sides of the street.

There are wooden poles hanging on the roadside with lanterns, which seem to be used for night lighting.

Facing the mountains and the husband looked at each other, they all had doubts in their eyes. Isn’t there a curfew here at night? There are lights on the road. Are people still allowed to walk out at night? This is a strange place.
Chapter completed!