My spirit appeared on the road to exile, and I was treated as an ancestor.

Chapter 87 Our ancestors have brought us new shoes!
Looking at the last line, Gu Xingzhao felt as if her blood was running backward, a chill running from her feet to her head, as if she were in an ice cave. Her breathing became rapid, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with disbelief. The mere dozen or so words in the book foreshadowed the future of dozens of members of the Lu family.
After an unknown amount of time, she spoke, wanting to verify with the system, "System, is everything in this book true?"

[Replying to the host, what you just viewed was unofficial history; there is currently no further historical evidence to answer your question.]

The system couldn't give an accurate answer, and Gu Xingzhao felt uneasy. Although it was said to be unofficial history, so many names matched, so it was probably true.

Looking at the unofficial history book at hand, he then looked at the person who had appeared in the second-floor living room because of the projection.

At this moment, the exile caravan was still on its way. Just now, another prisoner was too exhausted to walk and died. His family pleaded for him, and only then did the officials have a pit dug to bury the body. The family didn't even have time to grieve; they had to continue their journey.

Human physical strength is limited.

Compared to others, the Lu family is not much better off. After all, they are really on their own two feet. Only because there are many people, they support and encourage each other, and Gu Xingzhao feeds them from time to time, have been able to persevere to this day.

Suddenly, Song tripped, but fortunately Xu caught her in time.

"Are you okay?"

Madam Song sighed almost imperceptibly, "It's nothing, I just don't know when this will end."

It only took a month, but it felt like a year of torment. The road was so long and seemed to have no end.

Xu noticed that Song's shoes were worn out and the soles were almost falling off when she lifted her foot. "Sister-in-law, your shoes are all broken. No wonder you fell."

Unfortunately, there are no villages or estates nearby, so there's nowhere to get a new pair.

Mrs. Song shook her head. "It's alright, you can still wear it."

Lu Zhou, who was walking ahead and supporting the old man, turned around upon hearing this and saw that the soles of his wife's shoes were indeed about to fall off. He immediately took off his own shoes, walked barefoot on the ground, and handed the shoes to his wife, saying, "Put these on."

Seeing her husband hand her shoes, while she walked barefoot on the rugged mountain path, Song was taken aback and waved her hands repeatedly, "No need, I can still walk."

A warm feeling welled up in her heart. Although life was tough, her husband, who used to only know how to study, had now become more humane.

Lu Zhou forcefully shoved his shoes into Song's hands, saying, "What can you walk on? You'll just fall down again."

Ms. Song repeatedly refused, saying, "No, no, you wear it yourself."

The couple pushed and shoved each other, which dispelled much of the resentment of the people around them who had been traveling all day.

Lu Qing was naturally happy to see this. His eldest son had finally come to his senses and was being considerate of his daughter-in-law the whole way.

Lu Yang wasn't a serious person, and seeing this, he started teasing his usually honest and taciturn older brother, "Big brother, don't you understand? Your sister-in-law is waiting for you to dress her!"

As soon as he said that, several people around him burst out laughing.

Lu Zhou was embarrassed, and Song Shi was even more ashamed.

Xu Duo glared at her husband, thinking, "That mouth of his is really unreliable."

Lu Zhou actually took his brother's words to heart, "Shall I help you get dressed?"

Song whispered to her husband, "Your shoes are too big, I can't wear them, they'll trip me."

She wanted to say that unsuitable shoes are worse than the pair she was wearing, and that she should just be more careful.

Hearing Song's words, Lu Zhou realized that his shoes were indeed too big for his wife. Lu Qing, however, was worried. They had only been traveling for a month, and at this pace, if they didn't delay, they would have to travel for at least another two months. They hadn't even reached the next village or town yet, and now most of the family's shoes were worn out. It was truly difficult...
Lu Xingyan helped the old man up and reminded him, "Brother, let's grab something to tie the shoes up first, and then see if we can fix the soles."

He has been in excellent health lately, and as long as he doesn't get too close to his ancestors, he can help Lu Qing travel.

Lu Zhou immediately pulled his clothes along the hem and dragged his wife aside.

Song wanted to say she would do it herself, but she saw her husband had already squatted down and used the strip of cloth he had just torn off to firmly tie the half of his shoe that had fallen off to his foot.

They had been married for over twenty years, their daughter was married, and their son was all grown up, but she still felt like she was newlywed, a sweet feeling spreading through her heart.

Seeing Lu Zhou repairing Song's shoes, Gu Xingzhao remembered that the batch of shoes he had bought a few days ago had been delayed because of Lei Ping and Gu Chengzhang's affairs and had not yet been delivered to the Lu family.

She immediately stopped thinking about the unofficial history, got up and went downstairs to pack her shoes, intending to deliver them to the Lu family later, as she couldn't travel without a good pair of shoes.

After traveling for another hour, Du Hangwu finally found a suitable place to rest and ordered the troops to spend the night there.

Everyone was exhausted and hungry. Their bottoms were barely touching the ground, and their legs were almost numb. They couldn't even chew their dry rations. They no longer had the strength to complain and wail like they did at the beginning.

The Lu family members weren't in much better shape; they were all exhausted and too lazy to even open their tents, simply lying down on the ground.

Lu Xingyao was young and could still handle it. He carefully took off the old man's shoes. The old man was thin, and his ankles were almost just skin and bones. Seeing the blood, flesh and mud mixed together on them, he felt sad.

He took the medicine left by his ancestors, poured it on Lu Qing's feet to disinfect them, used cotton swabs to remove the mud and sand, and applied the medicine to the soles of his feet with gauze and tied them up.

He wanted to ask the old man if he was in pain, but then he felt that he must be in pain, and that he was just asking for nothing. He felt sorry for the old man, who had contributed to the court for decades, working hard without complaint, and was still suffering so much at his age.

Seeing his grandson remain silent, Lu Qing knew what he was thinking. He patted his shoulder and said weakly, "Silly child, your grandfather is still young and can still walk."

Lu Xingyao was originally able to hold back, but upon hearing these words, his heart ached and he turned away to wipe his tears.

When Gu Xingzhao arrived and saw this scene, she felt sad. She silently sorted the shoes in the box according to the shoe size shown on the family tree and placed them in front of each person.

Once the grandmother and grandson had calmed down, she revealed the shoes and said, "Lu Qing, I brought some new shoes. Please have everyone change into them. If any don't fit, let me know. I have more to exchange."

Lu Qing was originally comforting his grandson, but now he felt both sad and moved by his ancestor's words: Thank you, ancestor!
Lu Xingyao was still wiping away tears, cursing the dog emperor in his heart when he was patted twice on the back.

He moved his shoulders and choked out, "Grandfather, I'm alright."

Lu Qing coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Our ancestors have sent us shoes."

Lu Xingyao subconsciously raised his hand and waved, "Grandfather, I'm really alright."

Lu Qing was both amused and exasperated. Who cared whether you were alright or not? "My dear grandson, what Grandpa meant was that our ancestors sent us new shoes!"

Lu Xingyao immediately turned around. His ancestors had sent him new shoes!

Get a clear look at him.

Gu Xingzhao rubbed his forehead and covered his eyes.

Lu Xingyao's face was a mess of tears and snot. This child looks better when he's not crying.

(End of this chapter)