This time, they did not feel as anxious as before. Instead, they walked much slower.
The journey to Eternal Peace Prefecture was obviously much more desolate.
Previously, the refugees had migrated on a large scale and eaten everything they could on the way.
Now that everything was slowly recovering, there were many teahouses on the way. Although the tea leaves cooked were all of inferior quality, they were still enough for everyone to take a break.
Gu Yundong walked just like that for two days. That day, she ordered a bowl of fried rice with plain water in the teahouse.
Unexpectedly, the taste of the fried rice was simply indescribable. Gu Yundong really could not eat it, but Madam Yang did not feel much. It seemed alright, but after eating more than half a bowl, she drank two pots of water.
Hence, not long after setting off in the afternoon, she could not hold it in anymore and stammered that she wanted to get out of the carriage.
