A flash of lightning illuminated the wet faces of the students, their eyes full of hesitation.
It was late autumn, and the rain was chilling to the bones. They were all students, and they had been studying hard in school for many years. Their bodies were not as strong as those of escort officers and military transporters. If they caught a cold, they would suffer in mild cases, and in severe cases, the exams would be delayed. Those who were not in good luck would still suffer. Possible loss of life.
Although food is important, it is really irrelevant to them.
However, they had to be escorted by transport troops along the way, and they had the privilege of living in Guanyi. They didn't have to pay a penny for accommodation and food, and they didn't dare to offend the escort officer, so they hesitated and just lowered their heads to pack their bags and clothes to avoid it.
The escort waited for a moment, but no one responded. Most of his face was darkened, so he could only curse a few words under the thunderous sound, and then walked away.
As soon as he left, the students breathed a sigh of relief and started to look at how to live in the house. Suddenly someone asked: "Where did Wu Jin go?"
"Did you go to help?"
"This...he has gone, should we go too?"
All the students looked at each other and stopped their movements for a moment. Wang Jinghua sneered and pushed away the people who were blocking his way: "He won't ask for trouble. I think he went to curry favor with Miss Mo. Who knows that he is such a capable person?" how come!"
He took a look inside the room and saw that it was rare that there was no water leakage. He immediately ordered the boy to go in and clean the bed: "I will live in this room, what a shabby hotel!"
Then he opened his mouth and began to complain nonstop. The resentment gurgled out from his throat and soon wetted the others like rain.
The front yard was so noisy and uneasy, but the backyard where the imperial delegation and Mo Lingfeng were located was much quieter.
The nanny led the two maids to wipe the wing in all directions, as busy as the Thousand-Hand Guanyin. Mo Lingfeng was sitting on the porch, holding a handkerchief in his palm, with a handful of dried apricots in the handkerchief, and his feet on the left and right. He wrapped his arms around the legs of the chair and watched Wu Jin walking past in the dark. Barefoot, with his trouser legs tied up and his sleeves rolled up, he quietly entered the warehouse at the back.
She released her feet from the legs of the chair, held the dried apricots and found Zhang Chongqing: "The noble man."
Zhang Gongfeng was looking at the sky and worrying, when he heard Mo Lingfeng's sudden voice, he shivered with fright. He turned around and lowered his head to look at Mo Lingfeng: "Girl, you can't get used to living here?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head and held up the veil: "You eat."
"Ouch!" Zhang Gongfeng was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly, "Girl, you can eat it yourself——"
However, Mo Lingfeng raised his hand high and presented the handful of dried apricots to him again and again. Zhang Gongfeng couldn't resist his hospitality, so he could only pinch one, put it into his mouth, and chewed: "This is made of dried apricots." Okay, thank you girl."
Mo Lingfeng retracted her hand and refused to let him eat. She raised her face and said, "Let the kitchen cook the ginger soup. They are building tiles on the roof, so you will catch a cold."
Zhang Gongfeng raised his head and looked behind him, and saw the troop transporter setting up a ladder to pick up tiles on the roof. He quickly said, "Thanks for reminding me, girl."
He turned around and told Xiao Huangmen to go to the kitchen quickly. If there was no ginger, go to the farmer's house to buy it and make a big pot for everyone.
After giving the instructions, he was about to take this rare opportunity to chat with Mo Lingfeng, but he saw that Mo Lingfeng had already walked away and sat back in the chair to eat dried apricots.
He touched his chin and smacked the taste of dried apricots, feeling inexplicably like eating someone's mouth.
After Mo Lingfeng finished eating the dried apricots, he counted forty-eight unicorns, twenty-eight fairy deer, and fourteen Ganoderma lucidum on the paint painting above his head. He also looked at a large hawthorn tree outside the hotel, which was sparsely hung. After counting a few red fruits, the house was finally cleaned.
The nanny also asked the housekeeper for charcoal, lit a charcoal basin, and fumigated potpourri slices on it to cover up the musty smell of being unoccupied for a long time.
There was no smoking cage, so the nanny led the maids to unfold the quilt, held it with four hands, and smoked the quilt dry.
Mo Lingfeng washed his hands and face, waited for the quilt to be dried, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
When the nanny saw her sleeping, she breathed a long sigh of relief, extinguished the light in the room, and went to get the clothes she would wear tomorrow to dry.
The heavy rain outside made the house more and more quiet, with only the occasional "crackling" sound from the charcoal fire. Mo Lingfeng slept facing inward, motionless.
When the rain subsided, Grandma had finished drying her clothes. She stood up and was about to settle outside the screen when she heard Mo Lingfeng call her, "Grandma."
"Girl," Nanny hurriedly walked in and reached out to touch her outstretched hand. When she saw that it was warm, she withdrew her hand, "What do you want?"
"I want to eat pine nut cake."
This time of year is the time to eat chestnut cakes, which Mo Lingfeng loves.
The nanny had a troubled look on her face, but before she could say anything, Mo Lingfeng said again: "Grandma, I still don't want to eat. I've eaten too much and my teeth have been damaged."
The nanny tucked her in and said with a smile, "That's right. If your teeth get bad again, you won't have anywhere to replace them."
She sighed deeply in her heart, patted Mo Lingfeng's arm, and went out to signal the maid to keep an eye on her. Then she opened the door a crack and walked out to the kitchen.
The busy people in the warehouse are also coming to an end.
Wu Jin was soaked all over. He struggled to lift up an oilcloth and unfold it. He shook off the water droplets on the cloth, covered it on the Taiping Car, and flattened it on all sides.
There are rice, wheat, beans and millet on the Taiping Wagon. Once they are soaked by rain, they will immediately turn red and rot, and all the autumn grain received by the people of Kuanzhou will be destroyed.
Everyone was so busy that they were dizzy. Without paying attention, the three of them bumped into a pile of people. One of the ambulances was unstable and tilted up top-heavy.
Wu Jin had quick eyesight and quick hands, and struggled to hold on with both hands. The escort officer also quickly took action and caught the grain truck.
After holding the peace car steady, the escort officer looked at Wu Jin, and then he noticed that someone had sneaked into the team: "You are... Wu Jieyuan!"
Wu Jin smiled: "Just call me Wu Jin."
The escort officer looked for hemp rope to tie up the grain packages: "My name is Chang Long. I am two terms ahead of you. I am a member of the Military Academy."
Wu Jin put one leg on the grain bag and tightened the rope: "Brother Chang, nice to meet you."
"You are quite strong. I heard that you are a cake seller?"
"yes."
The two tied up the food bags tightly, and the others also finished their work one after another. They gathered together and went to the kitchen to drink ginger soup. After drinking the hot and spicy ginger soup, most of the coldness in the body was immediately dissipated, making people sigh in comfort.
The body is comfortable and the mind is relaxed, and everyone chats with each other.
"Zhang Gongfeng is so kind. He even remembered to make ginger soup for us."
"rare."
"There is also a fire to dry the clothes."
"I just heard that Miss Mo's nanny came to see Li Gao. Wu Jieyuan, as you scholars have a saying... Road, road... what's the smell?"
"The wine and meat in Zhumen smells bad, and there are frozen bones on the road," Wu Jin was holding the ginger soup, "but it is inappropriate to use it here. Miss Mo is not an arrogant and extravagant person. She left home at a young age and was panic-stricken. She wants to eat what she likes. It’s normal, and besides, chestnut cake is also a common thing, it’s just that we can’t get it right now.”
Everyone was stunned when they heard his serious explanation.
After a while, someone asked: "How do you know what Miss Mo is like?"
Wu Jin smiled: "I am her servant."
