Ms. Liu had already thought about it. If they dared to attack her son, she would have a reason to blackmail them and let them give up what they got.
She didn't want to eat anything that looked like shit.
Song Mingyuan sat on the wood next to the fire. As soon as Lu Peichang made a move, she noticed him, and of course she did not miss the sand in his hand.
I finally sat down to take a few sips of porridge, but I still came over to disturb me. Isn’t this a reason to smoke?
She turned around, found a wooden stick, took it in her hand, and grinned at Lu Peichang, who was still running this way, with eagerness in her eyes.
If the stick goes down, this little brat should cry very loudly, right?
Unexpectedly, Lu Peichang, who was rushing here like a bull, suddenly stopped when he saw her picking up the stick, and ran back with a look of horror on his face.
I was so frightened that I even threw away the sand in my hand.
"..."
The smile at the corner of Song Mingyuan's mouth gradually disappeared. Something bad happened and the stick was taken too early.
Disappointing!
She curled her lips, threw away the wooden stick in her hand, and looked at Lu Peichang, who was huddled behind Mrs. Liu, with a hint of regret on her tender white face wrapped in a hood.
It was okay for her not to look, but when she saw Lu Peichang, she was so frightened that she shrank back behind Mrs. Liu, vividly explaining what it meant to be as timid as a mouse.
Mr. Liu was stunned. When had his son ever been so good? No, isn't he always like a bully? Why is he so useless at the critical moment?
Is he a bastard?
In the end, the blackmail plan failed due to the speed at which her son fell off the chain, and Ms. Liu did not dare to go find him personally.
But she really couldn't stand the hunger. After a lot of struggle, she finally picked up the black nest on the ground and tried to take a bite, which almost broke her teeth.
"vomit--"
The bitter taste of Heiwo Wotou was not very good, so Mr. Liu threw it away as soon as he tasted it.
For these noble people who are accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, this kind of food is really hard to swallow.
On the other hand, Song Mingyuan had already drank hot meat porridge. Mrs. Lu and Lu Peifeng had both been in the army and had even eaten tree bark during difficult times.
This rice porridge, full of farm smoke and smoke, is already considered a delicacy for their current situation.
Although the ladies have never suffered, they are not picky. This porridge lady and Xiaofeng can both eat it, so why can't they?
Besides, the villagers cooked it for them wholeheartedly, and they didn’t know how long they had to work outdoors in the cold weather to cook these pots of porridge.
This thought alone is already the most beautiful thing, not to mention the porridge is also very fragrant.
The Lu family and more than 20 officials ate three full pots of porridge, no more, no less.
"Mom, I'm going to clean the pot. Xiaofeng, you watch and light the fire."
"Mom, I'm going to help my sister-in-law."
"Cheng Yu and I will collect more firewood."
After finishing the porridge, the ladies moved diligently. They knew clearly that they were no longer noble ladies with a lot of servants, and from now on everything had to rely on their own hands.
Even if you have never done such rough work, you must adapt as soon as possible.
"Okay, don't run too far, pay attention to safety." Mrs. Lu exhaled a cold mist and warned with a smile.
She was about to go to the side to get the eggs and wait for her daughter-in-law to come back from cleaning the pot and cook them for the children to eat on the road. However, just as she stood up, she felt a dull pain in her knees, like needles.
Mrs. Lu held her knees and rubbed them, but there was no sign of any abnormality on her face. She just said: "I have been sitting for a long time, and my legs are numb."
As if he knew what she was going to do, Song Mingyuan stood up suddenly and threw the fire stick in his hand, "Grandma, I'll get it!"
As she said that, she ran to the place where the supplies were placed beside the pavilion.
"Hey, slow down, the snow is slippery, don't fall!"
Mrs. Lu called out repeatedly, smiling brightly. What a good child, she knew she felt sorry for her grandma. The Song family must be unlucky for the evil ones!
In addition to cotton-padded clothes, the villagers mostly gave away bacon, eggs, dried vegetables, and half a bag of rice, all of which were the best at home.
There were no eggs in the basket, and Song Mingyuan carried thirteen of them in her clothes, exactly one for each person.
After taking away thirteen, she put back seven more from the space.
With these things sent by the villagers, it will be much more convenient to take things from the space, and it will not arouse suspicion when cooking and eating in the future.
Not long after taking the eggs back, several ladies also came back. They washed the pots with snow and brought back several handfuls of snow to boil water.
All the hands were red with cold.
Lu Peifeng remained silent, silently applying medicine to his wounds. The wounds that were exposed when he was on the road were frozen. Now that he was sitting by the fire to get warm, blood began to ooze out again.
He could only help if he healed his injuries quickly.
Mrs. Lu warmed her hands and went over to help him apply medicine. The injuries on his body almost made her cry.
Several other ladies couldn't bear it either.
However, all the sorrows of spring and autumn are superfluous on the road of exile, and everything is insignificant in the face of survival.
Now they are still together as a family, which is a blessing among misfortunes.
Two bottles of medicine were not enough. There were too many whiplash wounds on Lu Peifeng's body. Song Mingyuan secretly stuffed the empty medicine bottles in Mrs. Lu's hand into the space and replaced them with two new ones.
Mrs. Lu didn't say anything, she just looked at Song Mingyuan and said nothing.
Lu Peifeng, who watched them complete the transaction under his nose: "..."
Has she become so familiar with his mother? He even exposed his biggest trump card and trusted the Lu family so much?
Sensing the complicated look her son was looking at Song Mingyuan, Mrs. Lu just assumed that he didn't know about Yuan Yuan's magical powers.
She stared at her son: "What did you see just now?"
Death stare.
Lu Peifeng silently looked away: "I didn't see anything."
He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
Mrs. Lu nodded with satisfaction, but was worried that he would misunderstand, so she added: "Yuanyuan is a god in the sky. It's not something that has something or nothing. Don't misunderstand me."
Lu Peifeng: "..."
Song Mingyuan: "..."
This misunderstanding seems a bit big?
In the world of immortality, others call her a witch.
These ladies of the Lu family are really rare good people. It seems that she misunderstood them this morning.
Seeing how she transformed a living person out of thin air and still regarded her as a god, it is obvious that she is kind-hearted. However, such a good person has to suffer the pain of exile. The Dog Emperor is so bad!
The official gave them only half an hour's rest. The group had just finished boiling eggs and tidying up their things before they had to set off again.
The things brought by the villagers were put into pots and carried on their backs tied with several cloth bags. Song Mingyuan, Xing'er and several ladies took turns to carry them.
Having learned from the past, Mr. Lu Er did not dare to be too cynical and led the team to the front as soon as they set off.
Rather than hanging behind and being whipped, they would rather walk in front, even if they fall, than be pushed and beaten.
