After a night's rest, the fleeing team once again embarked on the journey.
During the lunch break, Xia Hong brought her children to Zhan's house to help as usual.
Xia Hong was very diligent, and she did the work without taking any orders from her family.
It ranges from helping Song Cuihua to sew and mend, to following Zhan Qingyue up the mountain and taking the initiative to dig wild vegetables and herbs.
Even the firewood that Zhan's family uses every day is covered by her.
For several days in a row, I neither complained nor complained, and worked hard without complaining.
Zhan Qingyue heard from Song Cuihua that her little boy was also obedient and sensible. He grunted when he was hungry and usually neither cried nor fussed.
This sounds like a different meaning to Zhan Qingyue.
Xia Hong's child is afraid that she is severely malnourished and will not develop well. If this continues, it will cause an irreversible situation.
On this day, Xia Hong finished her work at Zhan's house.
In addition to the konjac, whole grains, and wild vegetables that Zhan Qingyue usually gave her, he also took out a small bag of polished rice, which weighed three kilograms.
"Miss Yue, you can't do it, you absolutely can't do it!"
Zhan Qingyue sighed, having already expected what she would say: "Sister Xia Hong, you deserve this. Your child is already half a year old and is still in infancy. It is about the same size as Baitian's child. I can’t do anything while sitting.”
"Look at you, you don't have any milk either. Take these foods back and hide them. Don't be reluctant to make them. If you don't want to eat them, the children will eat them too."
Zhan Qingyue took the lead in overcoming Xia Hong's reluctance to eat polished rice and spoke in a serious tone.
"You have to take good care of the child. The bones in his body are not growing well. No matter how big he is..."
Xia Hong's face was pale, she held the food gratefully, knelt down towards Zhan Qingyue, kowtowed three times, and then took her child back.
"Xia Hong, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you?"
A kind-hearted aunt saw Xia Hong coming back with red eyes and took the initiative to express concern.
Xia Hong burst into laughter and explained to the aunt: "Aunt, I'm so happy that I met such a good person in Zhan's family. You see, I went to help with the work. Those words didn't even look down on me, and they still gave me Gave me so much food."
She had already hidden the refined rice and coarse grains in her swaddling clothes, leaving only konjac and wild vegetables exposed.
Even so, it is enough to satisfy one's hunger and save one's life.
"Miss Yue and her family are all very good people. You can trust them. We can't go wrong if we follow their family all the way."
The aunt didn't say anything else. Seeing this, Xia Hong took advantage of the situation and spoke well of Zhan Qingyue in public.
Zhan Qingyue didn't know what Xia Hong did.
She was making ointment and delivering it to Han Yiyun.
Han Yiyun had nothing to do. He was sitting on a cart, setting up a shady place with rags, and was reading "Mencius".
"Brother Han, let me take a look at your leg injury. This is a newly made ointment. You can apply it on it to relax your muscles and activate blood circulation."
When Han Yiyun saw her coming, a sweet smile appeared on his lips.
"My sister Lao Yueyue is concerned about me. My legs are fine. They are just sore from walking a lot. Other times, they are fine."
As he spoke, the tips of his ears gradually turned red, and his heart pounded wildly.
The thin and small person in front of her was holding a steaming clay pot, and her face seemed to be magical in the heat.
"Brother Han, don't be careless about your legs. Stop walking when you can ride a scooter. If you feel sore, try putting this plaster on it."
Zhan Qingyue handed the pottery pot forward.
"The medicine sent by Sister Yueyue will definitely work!"
The two looked at each other in silence for a brief moment.
In order to let her stay with him for a while, Han Yiyun told Zhan Qingyue about "Mencius" just now.
Old Man Zhan plucked at the clear porridge in his bowl, feeling extremely worried.
He knows very well how much rice is left in his rice bag.
"Dad, why is our porridge getting thinner and thinner?"
"Yes, Dad, I was lucky enough to cook some wild vegetables together a few days ago. It's just a little water porridge, how can I be full?"
Zhan Lao Er and Zhan Lao San complained every word to me.
Old man Zhan was so angry that he stabbed the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks.
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. If you want to eat, go to your elder brother. Not only do people not have to worry about food, they also have meat to eat!"
A few days ago, when he passed by Da Zhan's house, he saw strings of sparrows roasting beside the fire pit.
The meat is a bit missing, but it’s good that it’s meat!
"You two and Zhan Dayou were raised by the same father. Now that you are both starving to death, he can't just sit idly by and watch!"
"If you have the ability to challenge me, why don't you go to your elder brother?"
Zhan Lao Er and Zhan Lao San listened to their father's instigation and couldn't eat the clear water porridge in the bowl.
The two of them looked at each other, threw away the bowl, and ran to the Zhan family's station, fearing that if they went too slowly, they wouldn't have a share of the meat.
Zhan Dayou looked at his two younger brothers who were crying and felt very sad.
"Brother, everyone in the family is drinking water and porridge. You are always merciful. For the sake of being raised by one father and raised by the same dean, please have mercy on our brothers."
Zhan Dayou frowned so hard that he could kill a fly. He stood up from the stone pier and wanted to go to Song Cuihua to ask for his grain bag, but Zhan Qingyue stopped him.
"Dad, you must not be soft-hearted on this matter. They are different from Sister Xia Hong. Once you are soft-hearted, there will be endless troubles."
Zhan Qingyue didn't care at all that Zhan Lao and Zhan Lao were right in front of her, and she wasn't afraid of refuting her father's face.
"Dad, think about what they did to our family before. There must be a cause and a result. All of this is their own fault."
Listening to Zhan Qingyue's words, Zhan Dayou gradually calmed down and almost fell into the trap of two bastards.
"Get out of here, get out of here! There are so many people in the village who are short of food right now, and your family is not missing. There are a lot of wild vegetables on the mountain. You can eat whatever you make of it!"
Zhan Dayou yelled and drove away the two people with a stick.
When Old Man Zhan saw the two people returning disappointed, he knew that the plan had failed, and evil fire was rising.
"Damn Zhan Qingyue, it's you little girl again! Why are you meddling in other people's business? I still don't believe that she, a little girl, has the final say in the Zhan family."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Brother Zhan sneaking in with a large bowl of wild vegetable porridge.
There is less vegetables and more rice, with a light layer of oily flowers floating on it, and it tastes like salt.
Old Man Zhan immediately divided the bowl of gruel into three portions and ate his own portion. He didn't know whether it was because it was hot or because he was moved. His nose twitched and his eyes filled with tears.
"Second boy, you are the best. Your grandma did not love you in vain. Look at Zhan Qingyue's bastard. They were both born to the same parents. Why is there such a big gap?"
Brother Zhan had a sullen face and said nothing.
"You don't know that even your father listens to her now. He is so hard-hearted that he wishes the whole family would die and she would be the boss!"
