"Sister, I want Sister," Fuzi tilted his head, his eyes red, and pointed towards Qin Junyao.
Zhao Liangcai realized that Fuzi wasn't calling for Zhao Rui, but for the girl who was causing suspicion.
He untied the curtain from his body and put Fuzi down. Fuzi's legs were a bit shaky at first, then he stumbled towards Qin Junyao.
He hugged Qin Junyao's legs and started crying.
Since leaving the inn, he had felt too much malice, like wolves circling him.
His brother's ferocity, his mother's and sister's fear, and the unseen but audible screams, the smell of blood that he could detect, made him more frightened than ever before.
At that moment, all he wanted was to stay by Qin Jie’s side.
Qin Junyao, accustomed to ancient zithers and guzheng in modern times, combined with her own temperament, meant her emotional fluctuations were minimal. Fuzi felt comfortable around her.
She handed the bowl in her hand to Qin Mu, stroked Fuzi's head, and with some effort, picked Fuzi up.
"Waa... Waa... Sister, I need to pee," Fuzi, hugging Qin Junyao's neck, remembered his bodily needs.
Qin Junyao carried Fuzi into the woods to relieve himself, with Qin Daniu following behind to protect them.
Qin Sen and the others put down their bowls and gathered around Zhao Liangcai, asking about the situation in the city.
"The city is in chaos right now. The yamen is sending people to suppress it. It shouldn't be long before the army arrives," Zhao Liangcai squinted, smelling the fragrance of the sweet potato porridge, and his mood stabilized considerably.
Along the way, the skilled practitioners didn't bother him, but the three constantly crying women had agitated him.
Seeing Zhao Liangcai's vague explanation, Qin Sen understood that he didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press further.
For them, common folk, finding a safe place to stay was enough.
Among the three sitting on the ground, Qian Duo was the first to calm down. Suzhou Novel Network.
Despite being reborn, she had never experienced people dying in front of her repeatedly.
Zhao Liangcai had smashed the heads of those who rushed at them with a round stool, and those who came to assist had decapitated them with knives. The scene of red and white flashed before Qian Duo's eyes.
She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control it.
Furthermore, she had personally pulled the wet nurse who served Madam Qian in front of her.
And let her die in her place.
Although it wasn't the first time she had killed someone, she was still afraid that Zhao Liangcai would notice and form a bad impression of her.
.
It was mealtime, and the arrival of newcomers shouldn't mean they went hungry.
The kind Qin Mu and Aunt Qin Er diligently cooked porridge again. Without sweet potatoes, Qin Mu was cooking cornmeal porridge.
This time, the cornmeal was from the Hou family's own stock.
After finishing his business, Fuzi, back in Qin Junyao's arms, ate Qin Junyao's bowl of porridge.
"Sister, this porridge smells so good. You eat too," Fuzi offered the spoon to Qin Junyao's mouth.
"Eat it yourself, Sister has flatbread. Fuzi, who are those people?" Qin Junyao pointed at the three people sitting on the ground.
Fuzi put the spoonful of porridge that Qin Junyao hadn't eaten into his own mouth, bit the spoon, and dejectedly pointed with his finger, saying, "My mother, my sister, my cousin."
"They don't like me very much." Fuzi said this with great grievance.
"Nonsense, no mother dislikes her child."
"Really?"
"Really."
Qin Junyao said it with certainty, but she had her doubts. If it were true, why didn't her own mother take her away?
Holding the bowl of porridge with the stool leg, Zhao Liangcai, who was wolfing down the porridge, kept watching Qin Junyao and Fuzi from the corner of his eye.
He saw that after Qin Junyao brought Fuzi back, she had wiped his hands, changed his spoon, and Qin Junyao had refused the porridge Fuzi offered to her mouth.
However, Fuzi didn't react.
It wasn't that she disliked Fuzi, but that it had become a habit.
A peasant girl was quite clean indeed.
After finishing the porridge with the stool leg, Zhao Liangcai then eyed the bowl of the constipated man.
"Boss, I can't give you mine. I need to save the sweet potatoes."
He scanned the area. Everyone else was shoveling porridge into their mouths, except for one person who still had quite a bit in his bowl.
"Boss, eat Doggy's. His is more."
Zhao Liangcai turned his head and saw Doggy's mustache covered in food, so he didn't want to eat that bowl anymore.
Never mind, he would wait for the next batch.
When Qin Mu's cornmeal porridge was ready, the three on the ground finally came back to their senses.
Qian Duo, having more experience, had already tidied her hair and smoothed her clothes, and the other two had stopped crying.
Everyone else got their porridge themselves, but Qin Mu served Qian Duo and her companions.
She felt some pity for the two young girls who were about the same age as her eldest daughter.
"Who eats this stuff? Even pigs wouldn't eat this," Zhao Rui said angrily, looking at the porridge in Qin Mu's hand.
Even when her family was poor, her father had never made her eat such things.
"Oh, if pigs don't eat it, then it's just right for you not to eat it."
"Boss's wife, why are you being kind with other people's grain? Are they people you can associate with?"
"Give me back the porridge." Qin Granny not only ordered Qin Mu to return the porridge in her hand, but she also stepped forward and snatched the porridge from Madam Qian and Qian Duo's hands.
Those who ate for free dared to be picky. You're spoiled.
Zhao Rui, hearing Qin Granny's words, which seemed to praise her at times and scold her at others, frowned and called out to her mother.
Madam Qian, however, understood that Qin Granny was calling her daughter a pig, and now she and her niece who weren't drinking porridge had also become pigs.
"Old woman."
"Who are you calling an old woman?" Qin Granny's eyes narrowed sharply when she heard Madam Qian call her an old woman.
"I..." Madam Qian was a bit stunned. She hadn't insulted anyone.
"You're about my age, and you call me an old woman? You're quite shameless."
Qin Granny's words made Madam Qian so angry that she almost fell over. She actually implied that she was the same age as her?
"You, you..."
"Hou Jing's wife, if this sister doesn't want to eat it, keep it for your grandson," Qin Granny ignored Madam Qian and handed the bowl of porridge in her hand to Hou Jing's wife.
Hou Jing's wife was also mischievous. "If this aunt doesn't want it, then it's a blessing for my little grandson. Come on, grandson, quickly thank your great aunt."
Great aunt!
Pfft!
Hahaha!
After Hou Jing's wife finished speaking, many people couldn't help but laugh.
Madam Qian was not old, and with good maintenance, she looked only twenty-eight or twenty-nine. After Qin Granny and the others spoke, she suddenly seemed seventy.
"What are you two old ladies talking about? My mother," Zhao Rui couldn't help but stand up when she saw her mother being bullied.
"Call her Grandma. You have no manners, no upbringing at all," Qin Granny's ability to interrupt was truly top-notch. Zhao Rui was no match for her.
Zhao Rui was choked, tidied her words, and was about to speak when she was startled by Zhao Liangcai's sharp reprimand.
Zhao Liangcai gave the bowl of cornmeal porridge he had taken a sip of to the stool leg.
This bowl had no effect.
"Qin Granny, please forgive us. I will discipline them so they won't cause trouble again," Zhao Liangcai bowed to Qin Granny.
This made those soldiers, including the stool leg, stand up. Their general was actually bowing to an old woman.
Only Zhao Liangcai knew the reason for his bow: that bowl of sweet potato porridge was as good as medicine.
His headache, which had been slightly painful due to his nervous tension, had improved significantly.
Ever since he saw Madam Qian, his headache often flared up.
Now that a bowl of porridge could relieve his headache, how could he miss it? He had initially thought only the corn was special, but now it seemed there was more than one special item.
Qin Family.
Befriend first, then investigate.