Yu's mother stole a few eggs and was going to crack them into the fish meal she had been kneading all morning. When she saw this, the eggs almost slipped out of her hands.
If it were an ordinary young man, and the quarrel was serious, Aunt Feng might still have some confidence to challenge her in front of Mrs. Bian.
But these two are the people next to Bian Yuanfeng.
The slap was crisp and clear, and the hand was so strong that Sanguang fell down on the other side of the table, covering his face and feeling a little dazed.
Siguang blinked, looked at Aunt Feng, slammed the table and stood up: "You..."
A gust of wind.
Aunt Feng picked up the wine on the table and poured it over.
"Forget it if you waste food, you have to waste it in front of us! I can light this bowl of wine and burn it on you!" Aunt Feng scolded.
With a bang, she placed the bowl heavily on the table and said angrily: "Tie these two people up!"
Are you crazy? This is...
No one dared to move, they all looked at Aunt Feng.
Some people even thought of Lin Youqing not long ago.
Siguang wiped his face and shouted angrily: "Damn it."
He rushed over to hit Aunt Feng, but his scalp tightened and he was forcefully pulled back and hit the ground with a bang.
The back of his head hurt from the fall. Siguang squinted his eyes and could vaguely see a scratched face, looking at him coldly.
"Pooh!"
Liang vomited, put her feet on his shoulders, and lifted his upper body. Then she flicked the thick rope in her hand, then raised her hand to wrap it around him, tying him into a ball.
The entire courtyard seemed to be deserted. Everyone didn't know what they were going to do and they were all looking at them.
Sanguang also came to his senses, but Aunt Feng stretched out her foot and kicked the bench under his buttocks.
Then Liang tied him into a ball.
"What are you doing?" For the first time, Aunt Fang felt that her momentum was weaker than that of Aunt Feng, and her voice became timid.
Mrs. Liang threw the two boys into the middle of the courtyard and stuffed a smelly rag into each of their mouths.
Yu Ma wiped her hands and ran over: "What's going on?"
Aunt Feng took out Wu Da's token and jade token, pressed them heavily on the table, and looked at the other people in the courtyard.
"This is Mr. Wu! Mr. Wu has been assassinated by the government!" Aunt Feng shouted.
Everyone looked at the token.
Aunt Feng said again: "People from the government are here to save us! Do you want to join those horse thieves in Qianshan and be beheaded at Caishikou, or do you want to follow me and leave this ghost place that is not a place for humans to live together and go back?"
To our original home?”
"The government..." Yu Ma murmured.
These two words seemed so far away that I had never heard them in my previous life.
A servant girl said: "Is it the garrison at Panyun Road they were talking about a while ago?"
Aunt Feng didn't answer, but looked at Aunt Fang over there: "What about you?"
She directly raised the question to another steward.
Everyone also looked over.
Aunt Fang's mind was empty and she asked: "Is it really the government? How do they get in touch with you?"
Aunt Feng didn't want to talk nonsense and threw Wu Da's token and jade pendant directly.
The thing fell to the ground, and Aunt Fang lowered her head.
"If you want to leave, come with me. If you don't want to leave, you will only be worse off if you stay," Aunt Feng continued, "Master Bian took his people out of the mountain early, leaving only the second master in the mountain. He is already dead!
Now these thieves on the mountain have no leader, so everyone who wants to go with me, please stand up! This is our last chance!"
Everyone was silent.
After a moment of silence, the smallest of the slave boys suddenly put down what they were holding and ran directly towards Aunt Feng and Mrs. Liang.
A servant girl also suddenly threw the bamboo basket in her hand and said angrily: "Let's go! Why don't you stay here if you don't go! Do you want to be buried with those beasts!"
She ran towards Aunt Feng and Mrs. Liang.
The movement in the courtyard attracted people from behind early, and many people gradually gathered around.
Mother Yu didn't say anything, she just went over and stood behind them.
Several more girls and servants came out.
Aunt Feng looked at Aunt Fang over there.
Aunt Fang still held the rice shovel in her hand, pursed her lower lip, and smashed the shovel out.
"Let's go, what's the hope of staying here!" Aunt Fang shouted.
She also ran over.
More and more people are coming out.
Sanguang and Siguang fell to the ground, moving vigorously, stumbling in their mouths, but unable to curse a single word.
Crazy, crazy, madness is indeed contagious, and all the people in these backyards are crazy.
Xia Zhaoyi sat on the steps next to the vegetable garden, looking up at the sky.
It has begun to become cloudy and the wind is gradually getting stronger.
She could also hear the movement in the front yard.
She didn't teach Aunt Feng to say these words. Aunt Feng's power is indeed extraordinary.
The clouds were swept by the wind, and the sun was no longer visible. The vegetation on the mountain that had been shaken all night did not find peace for long, and had to struggle in a new round of violent storms.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes fell on two suspicious figures in the distant mountains.
They are too far apart to distinguish clearly, they look like human figures, but they don't look like they are.
"Can we still cook these meals?" A servant girl pointed to the vegetables she had just cut.
"Do it, why don't you do it? Let's eat it ourselves." Mrs. Liang shouted.
"Do it!" Aunt Feng also said, "We have worked so hard on the mountain for so long, and we must have the best meal before we leave! We smashed their pots and bowls so that they can never eat again!"
Xia Zhaoyi listened to their words and raised his hand to touch his belly.
She was not hungry, and her mind was filled with the signature dishes of several big restaurants in the capital.
Whenever she returned to Beijing during festivals, her second brother would take her all over the streets to find food. No one knew which restaurants and which dishes were the best. No one knew better than her.
Xia Zhaoyi's favorites are the Baihua Cake from Changweixian and the Ten-Spice Pork Ribs from Fangchenlou. The last time they ate them was two years ago.
No, including the two years she "died", it should be four years.
The women in the front yard really started cooking, and they did so more diligently and happily than ever before.
The aroma of food wafted over, and Xia Zhaoyi was so greedy that she couldn't help but laugh.
She stood up, relaxed her muscles, and looked up towards the mountain again.
She also had to find some food for herself.
Lots and lots of meat.
All kinds of food that are usually out of reach of everyone are now being cooked in large quantities, and the people waiting to eat are no longer those heartless thieves, but themselves.
The girls happily wash dishes and vegetables.
The servants would still be scared occasionally, but when they saw Aunt Feng and the token that fell on the ground, they became reassured.
Er Guang was standing on the front hill and shouted several times, but no one responded. The look in the eyes of the servant women and child slaves clearly showed that he was standing there.
Even the people in Guangdong, Guangdong and Guangxi seemed to be dead, hiding somewhere.
The aroma of food wafted faintly, and Er Guang, who had been hungry for almost three days, got angry and stamped his feet.
Pot after pot of dishes came out, and the child slaves were obediently sitting there holding bowls and waiting. There were big bowls of rice, big plates of meat, all delicious and delicious, and there were many side dishes.
Can't see it from Erguang's angle.
Mrs. Liang ate half of the meal, then suddenly put down her chopsticks and carried the gnawed bones to the other side of the broken bridge.
Erguang pointed at her angrily: "You are so damn deaf, can't you hear me calling you?"
But he saw Mr. Liang using his wrist to provocatively empty out the contents of the bowl, and then smashed the bowl over viciously.
