A flash of lightning illuminated the wet faces of the students, and their eyes were full of hesitation.
It was late autumn, and the rain was chilling to the bones. They were all students, and they had been studying hard for many years. Their bodies were not as strong as those of escort officers and military transporters. If they caught a cold, they would suffer in mild cases, and in severe cases, the exams would be delayed. Those who were not lucky enough would still
Possibly losing one's life.
Although food is important, it really has nothing to do with them.
However, they had to be escorted by transport troops along the way, and they had the luxury of living in Guanyi. They didn't have to pay a penny for accommodation and food, and they didn't dare to offend the escort officer, so they hesitated and just lowered their heads to pack their bags and clothes to avoid it.
The escort waited for a moment, but no one responded. His face was mostly darkened, so he could only curse a few words under the roar of thunder, and then walked away.
As soon as he left, the students breathed a sigh of relief and began to look at how to live in the house. Suddenly someone asked: "Where did Wu Jin go?"
"Did you go to help?"
"This...he has gone, should we go too?"
All the students looked at each other and stopped their movements for a moment. Wang Jinghua sneered and pushed away the people who were blocking his way: "He won't ask for trouble. I think he went to curry favor with Miss Mo. Who knows that he is such a good person?"
how come!"
He took a look inside the room and saw that there was no water leakage. He immediately ordered the boy to go in and wipe the bed: "I will live in this room, what a shabby hotel!"
Then he opened his mouth and began to complain nonstop. The resentment gurgled out from his throat and soon wetted the others like rain.
The front yard was so noisy and uneasy, but the backyard where the imperial delegation and Mo Lingfeng were located was much quieter.
The nanny led the two maids to wipe the wing in all directions, as busy as the Thousand-Hand Guanyin. Mo Lingfeng was sitting on the porch, holding a handkerchief in the palm of his hand. There was a handful of dried apricots in the handkerchief, with two feet on the left and one on the right.
He wrapped his arms around the legs of the chair and watched Wu Jin walking in the dark. Barefoot, with his trouser legs tied up and his sleeves rolled up, he silently entered the warehouse at the back.
She released her feet from the legs of the chair, held the dried apricots in her hands and found Zhang Chongqing: "The noble man."
Zhang Gongfeng was looking at the sky and worrying, when he heard Mo Lingfeng's sudden voice, he shivered with fright. He turned around and lowered his head to look at Mo Lingfeng: "Girl, you can't get used to living here?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head and held up the veil: "You can eat."
"Ouch!" Zhang Gongfeng was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly, "Girl, you can eat it yourself——"
However, Mo Lingfeng raised his hand high and presented the handful of dried apricots in front of him again and again. Zhang Gongfeng couldn't resist his hospitality, so he could only pinch one, put it into his mouth, and chewed: "This is made of dried apricots."
OK, thank you girl."
Mo Lingfeng took back his hand and refused to let him eat. He raised his face and said, "Let the ginger soup be cooked in the kitchen. They are putting tiles on the roof and they will catch a cold."
Zhang Gongfeng raised his head and looked behind him, and saw the troop carrier holding a ladder to pick up tiles on the roof. He quickly said, "Thanks for reminding me, girl."
He turned around and told Xiao Huangmen to go to the kitchen quickly. If there was no ginger, go to the farmer's house to buy it and cook a big pot for everyone.
After giving the instructions, he was about to take advantage of this rare opportunity to chat with Mo Lingfeng, but he saw that Mo Lingfeng had already walked away and sat back in the chair to eat dried apricots.
He touched his chin and smacked the taste of dried apricots, feeling inexplicably like eating someone's mouth.
After Mo Lingfeng finished eating the dried apricots, he counted forty-eight unicorns, twenty-eight fairy deer, and fourteen Ganoderma lucidum on the painting above his head. He also looked at a large hawthorn tree outside the hotel, which was sparsely hung.
After counting a few red fruits, the house was finally cleaned.
The nanny also asked the hotel official for charcoal, lit a charcoal pot, and fumigated potpourri slices on it to cover up the musty smell of being unoccupied for a long time.
There was no smoking cage, so the nanny led the maids to unfold the quilt, held it with four hands, and smoked the quilt dry.
Mo Lingfeng washed his hands and face, waited for the quilt to be dried, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
When the nanny saw her sleeping, she breathed a long sigh of relief, extinguished the light in the room, and went to get the clothes she would wear tomorrow to dry.
The heavy rain outside made the house more and more quiet, with only the occasional "crackling" sound from the charcoal fire. Mo Lingfeng slept facing inward, motionless.
When the rain subsided, Grandma had finished drying her clothes. She stood up and was about to settle outside the screen when she heard Mo Lingfeng call her: "Grandma."
"Girl," the nanny walked in quickly and reached out to touch her extended hand. When she saw that it was warm, she took back her hand, "what do you want?"
"I want to eat pine nut and chestnut cake."
This season is the time to eat chestnut cakes, which Mo Lingfeng loves.
The nanny had a troubled look on her face, but before she could say anything, Mo Lingfeng said again: "Grandma, I still don't want to eat. I've eaten too much and my teeth have been damaged."
Grandma tucked her into a quilt and said with a smile: "Yes, if your teeth get bad again, there will be no place to replace them."
She sighed deeply in her heart, patted Mo Lingfeng's arm, and went out to signal the maid to keep an eye on her. Then she opened the door a crack and walked out to the kitchen.
The busy people in the warehouse are also coming to an end.
Wu Jin was soaked all over, so she struggled to lift up an oilcloth, unfold it, shake off the water droplets on the cloth, cover it on the Taiping Car, and flatten it on all sides.
There are rice, wheat, beans and millet on the Taiping Wagon. Once they are soaked by rain, they will immediately turn red and rot, and all the autumn grain collected by the people of Kuanzhou will be destroyed.
Everyone was so busy that they were dizzy. Without paying attention, the three of them bumped into a pile of people. One of the ambulances was unstable and tilted up top-heavy.
Wu Jin had quick eyesight and quick hands, and struggled to hold on with both hands. The escort officer also quickly took action and caught the grain truck together.
After holding the peace car steady, the escort officer looked at Wu Jin, and then he realized that someone had sneaked into the team: "You are... Wu Jieyuan!"
Wu Jin smiled: "Just call me Wu Jin."
The escort officer was looking for hemp rope to tie up the grain packages: "My name is Chang Long. I am two terms ahead of you. I am a member of the Military Academy."
Wu Jin put one leg on the grain bag and tightened the rope: "Brother Chang, nice to meet you."
"You are quite strong. I heard that you are a cake seller?"
"yes."
The two tied up the food bags tightly, and the others also finished their work one after another. They gathered together and went to the kitchen to drink ginger soup. After drinking the hot and spicy ginger soup, most of the coldness in the body was immediately dissipated, making people sigh in comfort.
When the body is comfortable and the mind is relaxed, everyone can chat with each other.
"Zhang Gongfeng is so kind. He even remembered to make ginger soup for us."
"rare."
"There is also a fire to dry the clothes."
"I just heard that Miss Mo's nanny came to see Li Gao. Wu Jieyuan, as you scholars have a saying...road, road...what's the smell?"
"The wine and meat in Zhumen smells bad, and there are frozen bones on the road," Wu Jin was holding the ginger soup, "but it is inappropriate to use it here. Miss Mo is not an arrogant and extravagant person. She left home at a young age and was panic-stricken. She wants to eat what she likes.
It’s normal, and chestnut cake is also a common thing, but it’s just not available right now.”
Everyone was stunned when they heard his serious explanation.
After a while, someone asked: "How do you know what Miss Mo is like?"