"Master, she is a robber." The old slave seemed confused and reminded the people in the sedan in a low voice.
"She is not a robber, just a refugee, ahem..."
The man's voice sounded again, low, hoarse, gentle, but decisive and clean, with an unmistakable tone. At the end, he coughed a few times. The cold weather must have irritated his throat.
"Master, it's still a long way from here to the capital. Why don't you find an inn to take a rest? The snow is very heavy and I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."
"No, let's go on our way." He answered directly.
The old slave responded and stopped talking.
When Chu Qiao heard this conversation, she breathed a sigh of relief. The tight strings all over her body relaxed. The stone in her hand fell into the snowdrift with a "pop" sound. A robber like her would be difficult for anyone with a discerning eye to see.
I knew it was fake and there would be no allies anywhere.
Forget it, she is indeed just begging, as long as you give her what she needs, it doesn't matter if she is a beggar.
The old slave walked up to Chu Qiao with a thick purple-red cloak, glanced at her, and put the cloak on her body.
"It is your good fortune to meet our young master."
The cloak was wrapped around her body, blocking the cold wind outside, and warmth rose from her heart. Chu Qiao touched the soft suede with her fingers, and was so moved that she never thought there was such a good person in the world.
While she was stunned, a small baggage was placed in her hand.
"Here are some dry food and some money. Little girl, don't imitate other people's robbery in the future and go home quickly."
The old slave glanced at Chu Qiao and shook his head. This woman's face was covered with mud, but her clothes were clean, which was a bit strange. After he finished his instructions, he turned around and returned to the second carriage.
"Drive!" The soldier shook his whip, and the wheels of the carriage turned again.
Chu Qiao grabbed the baggage and stepped out of the way. She watched the carriage gradually passing by and the curtain of the carriage that had not been opened. Suddenly, she wanted to know who was sitting inside.
?
While she was thinking about it, the carriage had already passed quickly, and she remembered that her mother was still ill in the temple and needed medicine to treat colds.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Chu Qiao hugged the little bundle and chased after her, shouting loudly as she ran.
"Medicine, kindhearted person, give me some medicine to treat the cold. My mother... mother, is sick!"
Perhaps she was too impatient. Her foot slipped and she stumbled out. The fall was not light. She lay on the ground and couldn't breathe for a long time.
When she regained her breath and raised her head, she found that the carriage in front of her had long since disappeared.
You are so stupid, why did you fall down? When Chu Qiao got up after eating, she found that there was an extra small paper bag in her hand.
Is it medicine?
Chu Qiao grabbed it and opened it and saw that it was indeed a herbal medicine. Her uncle had taught her a lot of pharmacological knowledge and she had seen a lot of medicinal herbs. This was indeed a medicine for treating typhoid fever.
Where are the good people...
Chu Qiao held the medicine and almost burst into tears. She struggled to get up and chased for a while. She was so tired that she was panting and there was no sign of the carriage, so she had to stop and muttered softly.
"Such a nice person, I haven't said thank you yet..."
Looking at the baggage and medicine in her hands, as well as the cloak on her body, Chu Qiao knew that she owed a stranger a favor, but unfortunately, she might not be able to pay it back in this life.