The lumberjacks need to complete today's task before they can return to the barrier, and Ren Xiaosu is chatting with the group of workers while waiting for them to finish their work.

After Ren Xiaosu and Jiandao fared, he did not go deep into the Central Plains directly from the Zong territory, but turned south to find the place where the flood occurred, and then marched all the way to the east, trying to find Yan Liuyuan and the others along the river.

New river channels have been formed in the valley area, and the landform here is different almost every year from last year. The rivers rushing from snow-capped mountains to the lower reaches are washing away the familiar appearance here like time.

Walking down the river, Ren Xiaosu even looked at the settlement where they once lived, and where Yang Xiaojin taught him sniper rifles.

But time has changed, things have changed.

Ren Xiaosu failed to find clues about Wang Fugui and the others, and even if they were about to reach the No. 61 barrier, they were not found.

A worker sighed: "You boy is so lucky. You can still come out alive when you get lost in this mountain."

Ren Xiaosu said curiously: "Is there anything in the mountains?"

"There is a nest of wild boars," the worker exaggeratedly shouted: "There is a particularly fierce one."

Ren Xiaosu thought silently, what the worker said should be the nest he ate a few days ago, right?

But he didn't say much, but just exclaimed: "Ah, that's really dangerous. Fortunately, I didn't meet it."

He sat aside and asked the lumberjacks and said, "Do you guys often do this area on weekdays?"

"Yes," said the lumberjack who had just sat down and planned to rest for a while, "We are specializing in cutting wood for the Wang family. We have been working in this area in recent months. In the early years, we were in the north. However, the Wang family said that we should continue to develop and not cut down the woods tightly, so we were sent here. Trees are being planted in the places where the wood was cut in the north."

Someone laughed and said, "Do you think it's strange? I've tried hard to cut down the tree and even had to replant it. I don't know what to do."

Ren Xiaosu did not answer this question, but continued to ask: "Did you see people floating upstream?"

The loggers paused: "Are you looking for family?"

"right."

"In fact, corpses often float down the upstream. Maybe it was caused by the war in the northwest, but I have never seen them before," the lumberjack shook his head: "That is, corpses can still be seen in this river. It is said that this is snowy mountains and rivers, and there is no carnivorous fish. If it were other rivers, the bodies would be gnawed by fish."

Ren Xiaosu paused for a moment and stopped talking. In fact, he was always afraid of hearing some bad judgments in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, he will continue to search.

Moreover, these lumberjacks don’t come here every day, maybe they just missed it? It’s not impossible.

The lumberjack glanced at Ren Xiaosu: "I'll tell you in advance that although the Wang family did not refuse those who escaped from the northwest, they were not allowed to enter the barrier. Therefore, you barriers should be mentally prepared. You may become refugees like us and can only do some heavy work to support your family."

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "Dear brothers have misunderstood, I am also a refugee."

When the lumberjacks heard that Ren Xiaosu was also a refugee, their expressions became cordial and they asked about the differences between refugees in the northwest and refugees in the Central Plains.

As a result, the loggers came to a conclusion: the refugees in the northwest were not as good as theirs.

Although they are tired, low barriers and live in a hurry, and they don’t trust each other in the market, at least they don’t worry about starving to death and don’t have to eat moldy steamed buns.

A lumberjack laughed and said, "We are busy here for a day and can go back to the market town to buy a bowl of mutton soaked buns. If we spend some money, we can also eat a roujiamo."

Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment: "Can all the refugees here afford meat?"

"Haha, there is only broth for mutton soaking buns. Where can I see meat? It would be nice to have broth."

Ren Xiaosu suddenly realized that it was indeed a good thing to drink meat soup.

In comparison, the Central Plains is indeed richer than the southwest and northwest, and this has been the case since ancient times.

In the evening, the captain of the logging team drove a truck full of wood. All the workers sat on the wood of the truck. Someone asked Ren Xiaosu: "Have you seen the troops of Fortress 178 in the northwest? We heard from the barriers people who fled northwest that the troops of Fortress 178 were very powerful, especially a company that beat the Zong family in the north and had no temper at all, and even beat the Zong family's granary."

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it."

"Tell us quickly. Recently, the market towns are discussing the northwest. It sounds more exciting than the story of Mr. Storyteller."

Ren Xiaosu thought for a while and said, "I heard that the company didn't want to cross the river north, but they thought it would be bad for the war to fight too long. As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, so they had no choice but to drive a boat across the river to quell the war in the north... But this company is powerful, but to talk about the most powerful one is an extraordinary person in this company. It is said that he is brave and mighty, handsome and handsome... Later, he went north alone and went to the 146 barrier, which was so surging... By the way, the extraordinary person you just mentioned is him..."

As he said that, the loggers were fascinated by the fact that they almost arrived in the market town before they realized: "Oh, it's here so soon."

But at this moment, a strong wind blew, and it seemed that something white was flying in the sky, but was suppressed by the strong wind. Ren Xiaosu subconsciously felt something was wrong, so he jumped out of the car and grabbed the white gadget into his hand...

He spread his palms and saw that it was a small and exquisite paper crane, as if it was spiritual. The paper crane was still twisting and staring at Ren Xiaosu.

Although this paper crane didn't even have eyes, Ren Xiaosu felt this extremely strange feeling in his heart: this little thing was really glaring at him.

The wings of Thousand Paper Crane are extremely sharp, and Ren Xiaosu accidentally cut his fingers.

Just when Ren Xiaosu was in pain, the Thousand Paper Crane flapped its wings again and wanted to escape, but before it flew out of its palm, it was caught by Ren Xiaosu again.

Ren Xiaosu curiously opened it, and the square white paper read: The war in the north has been decided, and the Qing family and the 178th Fortress signed an alliance.

"Is someone passing information to the Central Plains?" Ren Xiaosu thought in his heart, but he didn't even know about the Qing family signing a covenant with the 178 Fortress.

Before he could figure it out, a lumberjack next to him suddenly said with confusion: "How could this white paper crane fly here?"
Chapter completed!