At this moment, Wu Da quickly recalled whether he had ever offended Song Mingyuan from the moment he took over the Lu family team to now.
Fortunately, apart from accepting the money from the Lu family, he did not make things difficult for them.
Wu Da looked at Mr. Lu Er's miserable state and was covered in shit, and he almost sweated.
No one can provoke Song Mingyuan!
The rest of the people, like Wu Da, suspected that they had been drugged.
But is it possible?
The food in the team is almost the same. If there is something wrong with the food at the entrance, why are the women and children fine?
Excluding what they ate, it was what was on their bodies, but they were all walking together all the way, so why were they the only ones who got hit?
This strange disease came and went suddenly, and everyone couldn't find the cause at all, so they had no choice but to let it go.
After resting, the team started again.
Wu Da had said early in the morning that they would have to walk at least sixty miles today, and they would only be allowed to stop briefly in the middle, and no rest time would be given.
The exhausted people fell one after another on the road, but they were all whipped up.
When it got dark and we arrived at the junction of Qinghe County and Fuyang County, most of the people in the team were exhausted and fell to the ground.
The Lu family who had a donkey cart couldn't bear the long journey. If it weren't for the support of the spiritual dew, it wouldn't be much better than them.
Because of the remoteness of the place, the inn here was even shabbier than the ones they had lived in before. Even official servants could only live in Datongpu.
Wu Da took the initiative and gave a separate general shop to the Lu family. As for the rest, there was not enough room for them to be placed outside the hospital.
What happens once is familiar again. This time, Mrs. Lu didn't need to give any instructions deliberately, and the ladies just went about their business neatly.
Mrs. Lu scooped up the snow and cleaned the iron pot, and Mrs. Lu also used the bricks she found to build a simple stove.
Seeing that there was not much firewood left in the basket, Mrs. Lu Er said, "Mom, let's pick up some firewood on the road tomorrow."
She lowered her voice: "There is not enough firewood. Although Yuanyuan can take it out, we still have to show off."
They can't just do nothing just because Yuanyuan is there. They will be discovered sooner or later if they continue like this. They would rather have a harder time on the road.
"Okay, I'll bring out another basket later and pick some up along the road tomorrow."
Mrs. Lu cleaned the pot and was just about to put it on the stove when she turned around and was startled by a large black figure sitting behind her at some point.
At the moment, the eldest daughter-in-law and the third daughter-in-law are packing the goods, the fourth daughter-in-law and the fifth daughter-in-law are cleaning the room, and Yuanyuan is having a snowball fight with the little ones.
This one behind her...
Before she could see clearly, Mrs. Lu raised the spatula and pulled it away, phew! What the hell dares to scare people!
The spatula was swung with such force that it made a sound.
But it was blocked before it fell, and the shovel was pushed aside by a hand, revealing Lu Peifeng's cold and handsome face with a hint of helplessness.
"Grandma, it's me."
Mrs. Lu's eyes widened: "Why are you sitting behind me when you have nothing to do? Are you looking for a fight?"
At one o'clock in the evening, she would take out the shovel.
Lu Peifeng's expression remained unchanged: "I'll light the fire."
Mrs. Lu took back the spatula and looked at him suspiciously: "Do you still know how to light the fire for me?"
Her grandson has always been cold, taciturn, and not enthusiastic about anything.
Mrs. Lu was worried that if he continued like this, Yuanyuan would dislike his incomprehensible style and look for someone who would be considerate.
I don’t even know how to spend time with my wife when I have time, but to help her, a bad old woman, light the fire. How can I have a future?
Mrs. Lu muttered a few words in her heart, but did not stop her. She carried the pot and walked aside: "Then you can cook it. I will put the pot on it after it's done."
Lu Peifeng didn't know that the old lady was complaining about him in her heart, so he just picked up the firewood nearby and placed it in the stove one by one, and used the fire stick to light the hay to start the fire.
He has been marching and fighting for many years and often has to sleep in the wild. Making a fire is the easiest thing to do.
The others were already paralyzed from exhaustion and had no energy to work at all. At this moment, they were huddled in the yard in groups of three and five, and no one started a fire.
As soon as the fire on Lu Peifeng's side was lit, the whole yard became brighter.
Mrs. Lu put the pot on the pot and said: "Let's go, let's go, don't get in the way here!"
Mrs. Lu threw it away after using it without any hesitation.
She hoped that he would be discerning enough to develop a relationship with his wife, but she didn't know that this wooden boy was standing beside her motionless.
Mrs. Lu:...
What a waste, her eldest grandson is an idiot.
Mrs. Lu held the spatula and asked tentatively: "Don't you have anything else to do?"
Lu Peifeng was silent for a moment. Under Mrs. Lu's hopeful gaze, he thought for a while and said slowly: "No."
Mrs. Lu refused to give up: "Will you think about it more carefully?"
"..."
Seeing that he looked a little confused, she suggested: "It's related to Yuanyuan!"
The fire exploded, and Lu Peifeng's eyes fell on the red-hot iron pot, "...Grandma, pot."
"No oil or salt will enter!"
Mrs. Lu was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him.
Why is it so lacking in strength? Look at his father, he is as smooth-talking as a gangster, coaxing his wife into doing one thing after another. This wooden boy didn't inherit any of it!
Forget it, there is no need for her to chase you away if you have the intention, and it is useless to chase her away if you don’t have the intention.
Mrs. Lu calmed down and started cooking.
Yesterday, all the chickens were roasted and eaten, and there was still a piece of pork belly and a few strips of bacon. In addition to the meat, there were also some dried vegetables, sweet potatoes, winter bamboo shoots, and white radish.
Using the available ingredients, Mrs. Lu made a pot of stewed sweet potato rice, followed by another dish: dried pork belly and fried winter bamboo shoots with bacon.
She is very skilled at cooking, and even simple dishes can be delicious and full of color and aroma when cooked by her hands.
As long as she was cooking, Lu Peifeng stood by the side, adding firewood and beating her from time to time.
If this diligent energy is used to please her daughter-in-law, she doesn't know how happy she will be.
Wu Da came out of the house after smelling the fragrance. The conditions of the inn here were worse than the one where he stayed last night.
Because they missed the point, the station did not prepare special meals for them. They could only eat the dry food they brought or make their own meals.
However, the team cooks by boiling water and simmering them in a pot. Compared with the craftsmanship of Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Lu, it is more than a little bit behind.
When the brothers smelled the aroma of Mrs. Lu's cooking, they were all hungry and salivating. Wu Da had no choice but to shamelessly come over and ask.
"Old madam, we don't have any food prepared at the inn. Can we share a meal with your family?"
"Don't worry, we brought our own rice and we didn't take advantage of it in vain. We just smelled so good that we wanted to have a good meal. If you are willing to help cook it, we will give you an extra bag of rice."
