If there is a carriage, there must be food, and it can be cold. When the carriage got closer, Chu Qiao realized that it was an ordinary carriage, even a little shabby. The coachman was an old man with a gray beard, and he was very skinny.
, I guess all I can get is a few cold steamed buns.
In fact, at this time, it would be nice to have some cold steamed buns. Let’s solve the problem of eating first.
After pinching her face, which was frozen, Chu Qiao forced out a smile, rushed out, and waved her arms vigorously.
"Hello, old man, I'm passing through, can you give me something... to eat..."
Before Chu Qiao could finish her words, in the heavy snow, the driver of the carriage glanced at her, his face changed, and he gave a fierce crack of his whip. The carriage ran even more happily, and he ran past her and raised his voice.
There was a look of snow on her face.
"Hey, hey, you are willing to die without saving me!"
Chu Qiao wiped her face and staggered out for a few steps, but the carriage was quickly gone away. How could these bad guys let a girl stand in such a cold weather and not care?
A whirlwind blew over and she almost fell into the snow.
Looking at the shadow of the carriage in the distance, Chu Qiao sighed. In fact, she couldn't blame the coachman for being ruthless. It was the middle of the night in the misty wind and snow. A single woman, wearing so little and white clothes, at first glance, she thought she was...
As for wandering ghosts, it would be strange if the carriage could stop.
Hey, blocking the car like this is not an option. Even if Chu Qiao is not like a wandering ghost, there are often robbers here. These passers-by just want to go home safely. Who wants to cause trouble?
Her hands and feet were almost frozen, and if she couldn't find anything to eat, Chu Qiao and her mother were doomed.
That's all, in this case, Fourth Miss Chu is willing to risk everything. She doesn't want any of the etiquette, justice, integrity and shame that the Chu family has taught her since she was a child.
After swallowing two mouthfuls of snow to quench her thirst, she endured the cold, dug up the snow, dug out a handful of frozen soil, warmed it in the palm of her hand, turned it into mud, and smeared it on her face randomly, and then checked it out from the snowdrift.
She bought two palm-sized stones. Today, when she couldn't get them, she took them by force.
Pulling away her pace, Chu Qiao took a step on the east-west road, just waiting for the second carriage to pass by.
In this way, she stood for a long time, the stones in her hands were about to solidify, and no more carriages emerged from the snow.
In an instant, Chu Qiao lost all her energy. Who would rush out in such weather? Even if she stood there until dawn and froze to death, no carriage would pass by. Just when Chu Qiao was about to give up, suddenly
In the distant snow, a black shadow vaguely appeared.
A carriage actually appeared again? It's God's mercy.
"Thank God..."
Chu Qiao nervously grasped the stone, winning or losing in one fell swoop.
The carriage was getting closer and closer. She blinked hard, and her excitement suddenly disappeared. What passed just now was an old carriage, and now running towards her were three gorgeous black and gray carriages with wheels.
It whizzed around and made a rumbling sound.
Chu Qiao swallowed her saliva, wondering if she would be hit to pieces by the carriage if she didn't move away.
What should we do? Escape? She and her mother will die of cold and hunger tonight. If they don't hide... they might be run under the wheel.
Stop it!
Chu Qiao lifted the stone, closed her eyes, and shouted loudly.