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Chapter 209, Leave a Thought

When Qi Baoer arrived at the kitchen, there were not many people left in the kitchen.

More than a dozen stoves were still burning, with several grandma-level people watching over the fire. Those kneading the dough to make steamed buns were women of several ages.

Old Mrs. Yang was talking: "Where should we go from now on? Can the court accommodate us?"

Wenxiu, who was rubbing his face, answered: "We are designated to be resettled. The court cannot let us refugees die."

Qi Yue also said: "My dear, I heard from my elder brother that we are not the only ones who have left Yingzhou. There are many people who left earlier than us. I don't believe that if we leave again, we will encounter other refugees. There are few refugees, so there may be some.

We are left to fend for ourselves in this place, but if there are too many refugees, the imperial court will designate them to take care of it."

Daye's wife: "What Uncle Lu said is true. I don't care about anything else. I just have a place to stay. Otherwise, my family will not be able to support it."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, who could speak? What else could they want at this time? They were satisfied with having a corner place where they could feel at ease.

Qi Bao'er outside the door twirled her little feet and walked away. She had better not get involved in this 'battlefield', otherwise her life might be in danger.

"You're back? What did you say? I've been here for a long time."

Old man Qi was a little sore, feeling that during the second half of the journey, Guaiguai and he had not kissed each other before.

But there was still business. He pointed to the pile on the ground: "Now, tell me, what did you do again? They sent you so many things."

Just now, many soldiers came in with weapons in their hands and slings on their backs. They all dropped their things and ran away, and he couldn't stop them.

Some were given food, some were given clothes, and most of them were animal skins, which were all piled up into a small mountain.

Old man Qi flipped through it casually and found several pairs of cotton gloves, several fox skins, a whole white bear skin, and a tiger skin.,,

Ouch, he didn't dare to turn over it any more.

Looking at these things, you will know what the granddaughter must have done not long ago.

Qi Bao'er ran over and crouched among a pile of gifts, looking through them and explaining: "The chief of guard who came back with us probably thought that he was injured and that he would not survive, and his soul was separated from his body. I walked halfway and looked at him.

If the soul is dead, let someone call the soul back and help him fix the soul."

He took out a pair of cotton gloves and gave them to Old Man Qi, "Sir, you can use these. They are just the right size for you."

He then took out the one with rabbit fur sewn inside and gave it to Da Lang, "Brother, this is for you."

"This pair is for dad, this pair is for second uncle, this pair is for third uncle, this pair belongs to fourth uncle, this pair is suitable for Qi Yuanwai, this pair is for He Yuanwai, this..."

"Wait, wait." Old man Qi hurriedly grabbed his granddaughter, "Hey, dear, this is inappropriate. Chief Wei saved us, and we haven't even thanked him for anything. We saved him once, so how could we accept these things?"

?”

Qi Baoer shook his finger and said, "Sir, you don't understand. They rescued us. It was an order and a mission. Even if we want to thank you, they won't accept it."

Old man Qi was almost bypassed by her, but fortunately there was no real old fool, so he came to his senses in a flash, "That's not the case, darling, if they don't accept it, then we can't accept it either."

Qi Bao'er suddenly felt that his father's head might be frozen, and said rather speechlessly: "Master, aren't we going to give them something after we leave?"

If you take something, can you give it back in a different situation?

She is the one who should feel bad, okay?

Everyone says she has big finger joints, haha, I don’t know who really has big finger joints?

Qi Bao'er had given up hope for her small wallet. If her father and her husband, who had just bought tens of thousands in their pockets, could leave a thousand for her, she should offer incense to her ancestors.

Besides, your granddaughter showed off her hands in front of them, and it was already a different matter. Those soldiers now look at us, and we are no longer on the same level.

If you don't accept it at this time, those people will really feel uncomfortable. They won't feel that you are embarrassed to accept their things, but will only think that you don't care about their things.

The old man Qi didn't think about it. He only listened to his granddaughter's suggestion that he would send it back in another situation. This was equivalent to exchanging gifts. They both had a life-long friendship, and they happened to have each other's in their hands.

Something to keep in mind.

With this thought in mind, I no longer stopped my granddaughter from picking at the pile of gifts, and even helped her do it together.

After digging around, I found quite a few good things.

"I asked your mother to make a cloak out of this white bear skin. These two fox furs are also white, so they fit together to make a fur collar.

This is mink. Let your mother make a hand warmer. This is just the right size.

…”

It was estimated that the soldiers had skinned them and kept them. The various furs piled together were as tall and thick as Qi Bao'er's body, and they were clearly arranged by the old man Qi on Qi Bao'er's body.

The others are some frozen meat, dried mushrooms, and wild ginseng that is more than ten years old.

Qi Bao'er was really tired from spending the night, so after giving thanks, she fell asleep.

The old man Qi sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her heartache, sighing several times.

After confirming that Guaiguai was fast asleep, he quietly asked Daliang, who was also guarding him: "What happened to you at night? Tell me, Guaiguai. I looked at you not in a good mood, so I didn't even dare to ask."

Da Lian first looked at his sister and saw that she was sleeping soundly and had not been disturbed. He also briefly explained everything in a low voice, except that his sister asked him if he wanted to be a spiritual practitioner.

He hasn't figured it out yet, and he will talk to me after he has figured it out.

Finally he said: "Master, I didn't pay attention to what was going on in the cave. I woke up after fainting and was already being carried back by Bao'er. I found that my sister was in a bad mood, so I thought that there would be no good situation inside.

I didn’t dare to ask.”

Old man Qi was silent for a while with a serious face, "If your sister doesn't want to mention it, let's not ask, and we won't ask in the future. You said you saw Master Hei?"

Da Hao nodded, "Sir, I didn't coax us. Master Hei is tall and handsome, but he has a cold and cold attitude that doesn't allow strangers to enter. I don't dare to look at him. But I can see that Master Hei is very fond of my sister."

Okay, it’s a lot like you and your dad doing to your sister.”

In fact, he didn't see much respect for the so-called daughter of His Highness, but more of the love and indulgence of the elders for the younger ones.

Old man Qi glanced at him sideways and didn't bother to pay attention to him. What kind of person was he assigned to do? He was placed in the human world, but he was a close official next to the emperor.

He tucked his granddaughter in and beckoned Da Lian to follow him.

Guaiguai has been very tired this night and is not in a good mood. She needs to have a good rest.

After leaving the tent, he drove Daliang to rest, and he went to find Qi Kang'an.

Qi Kang'an was returning from a tour of the tents. Looking at his father's face, he knew it must be something to do with his daughter and there was something to talk about, so he ran to the kitchen to exchange a bottle of wine with the cook who was keeping watch tonight.

The father and son didn't even bother talking about one cup for you and one cup for me. They just took the pot and blew it between their mouths.

The two of them found a deserted corner and squatted down. They had already found out that there were not many soldiers stationed in this camp, less than 500. The rest were all moved forward and deployed near the mountain pass.

There is no need to worry about being heard. The father and son can talk quietly without worry.


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