"Sister, is our chicken burnt?" Jiang Xian asked, looking at the chicken with black skin.

Yuntao nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Well, why don't you cook it? You can eat the boiled chicken." Jiang Xian retreated and asked for the next best option.

"Let's fry it. I'll take care of the chicken."

Yuntao took the chicken from the fire, opened the knife wider on the chest and abdomen, and cut out all the burnt skin of the chicken.

She took out the cast iron pot at home. This pot was a little small, but it could fit the whole chicken in it.

Yuntao poured a lot of oil into the bottom of the pot, put the chicken in, and closed the lid.

He turned to Jiang Xian and said, "Xian'er, you can turn over from one to a hundred. Just count and see."

Yuntao first took on the responsibility of teaching and educating people for her father, and taught Jiang Xian some simple mathematics.

Jiang Xian blinked, not knowing why this matter suddenly changed from eating chicken to counting, and his mouth opened slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

But smelling the aroma coming out of the seams of the pot, Jiang Xian took a deep breath and counted the chickens.

"One, two, three, four..." Jiang Xian began to pick up his fingers.

"Twenty-five, twenty..."

Yuntao also helped Jiang Xian count, "Twenty-six."

"...Ninety-nine, one hundred!" Jiang Xian said happily.

"Our Xian'er is really awesome!" Yuntao gently clapped her hands to encourage Jiang Xian.

Then the lid of the pot was lifted, the oil was sizzling, and the chicken in the pot was leaking oil.

Yuntao picked up the chicken with chopsticks and looked at it. One side was already browned.

Not bad, turn it over and fry again.

Yun Taoma Liu turned the chicken over and covered the pot.

Jiang Xian just took a whiff of the fragrance, but now there is nothing left.

"Xian'er, the chicken needs to be cooked for a while. Let's count again, from one to a hundred..."

Jiang Xian recalled the fragrance he just smelled and nodded in agreement.

Zhong Da was a little curious about the pot that Yuntao brought out.

The shape of this iron pot is quite strange. The body of the pot is round and flat. I don’t know which blacksmith made it.

And this was the first time he saw the flat bottom of the pot.

When Jiang Qian counted to one hundred, Yuntao opened the pot lid again and turned the chicken over.

The rules were changed and Jiang Qian was asked to count. This time it was not from one to one hundred, but from one hundred and one to two hundred.

Jiang Xian felt like crying for some reason, maybe because he couldn't eat it because of the aroma.

But thinking that her sister was doing it for her own good, she kept counting with her.

Jiang Xian didn't know that there was something called a timer in the world, nor did he know that he was being treated as a human timer.

The chicken had been frying in the pot for a long time, and Yun Tao finally confirmed that the pheasant in the pot was cooked.

Pick up the clean scissors and cut the chicken into several pieces at will.

Pass one of the fried chicken legs, which is golden and crispy on the outside, to Jiang Xian.

Finally eating the meat, Jiang Xian was satisfied as never before, and all the grievances in his heart were wiped away.

"Grandpa Zhong, you eat too." Yuntao handed the chopsticks to Zhong Da and asked him to pick it up himself.

"Thank you for your hard work, Tao'er."

Zhong Da picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and took a bite directly from it.

This chicken is good. Not only does it not have any fishy smell after entering the mouth, but it has several layers of doorways.

The outside is crispy with a shell, and the chicken inside is firm and juicy.

Yuntao's craftsmanship is no worse than her mother's, Zhong Da thought to himself, forgetting about Yuntao roasting the chicken just now.

When Yun Huachun and the two came back from their busy work, they also ate the chicken made by Yun Tao.

The couple sat on the front of the carriage, nibbling chicken nuggets in the pot.

Yun Huachun suddenly felt that there was nothing better than this.

I was with my family, there was no wind or rain, I was eating delicious food, and the weather was perfect.

Yun Huachun led the villagers to dig food from the ground wantonly, which made many roadside homeless people jealous.

After being busy from day to night for several days, they must have a lot of food in the car.

There are always people hanging around the village's carriages, waiting for the opportunity.

But even at night, there were people patrolling the resting place in this village, so there really wasn't any good opportunity.

Wan Hongmei could clearly see the actions of the people next to her.

"There have been people walking around us all night. I guess we are being watched," Wan Hongmei said.

Yun Huachun looked solemn after hearing this.

There was no shortage of food along the way. Seeing how much they wasted, it was reasonable to keep an eye on them.

"Hurry up tomorrow. If we encounter a larger convoy, it will be safer for us to follow behind." Yun Huachun said.

"We need to increase the patrol manpower tomorrow. There are too many refugees here."

I don't know if it's because there are so many people patrolling in the convoy that the people around who are watching eagerly don't find a chance, or it's something else.

A few days later it started to snow.

Yuntao encountered the first snow in this world.

Her family lives in the south, where there is less snow in winter.

Even if it does snow, it may melt in half a day, or it may not snow for a whole winter.

It was rare to encounter a heavy snowfall, but Yuntao was not excited at all.

This is not a good thing for a village of people who are fleeing.

There were more houses around, and there were many homeless people at a fork in the road.

A group of people got together, crowded and noisy.

"What are you doing?" The person in front of the car wondered.

But I heard gongs and drums beating loudly, and a person with a loud voice roaring.

"Your boy is too young and can't do any work. Don't do it. It will cost you food to raise him for several years."

"Both girls are welcome, as long as they are over three years old and have no serious illnesses..."

When Yuntao heard this, her heart was shaken. This was selling her son and daughter.

She opened the curtain and took a look.

There were already many children standing behind the steward in a thick blue robe, both boys and girls.

Their hands were tied with ropes, their expressions were numb or confused, and some of them were crying.

The woman was wiping the child's tears and coaxing her: "Siya, don't cry! You went to the master's house, you have lived a good life."

"It's much better to have enough food at home than to live with my mother."

There are also men who bring their children to kowtow to the steward.

"Please sir, please accept this baby like me. Although he can't speak, he eats little and works a lot. Please give me some food."

But there are also faces that are different from the sad faces of everyone around them.

A man was holding a money bag and smiling happily to comfort the woman next to him.

"Mother, why are you crying? The child is serving the nobles and enjoying happiness."

"If I were younger, I would definitely fight to get in."

"No, I'll give you this silver. You can take it home to buy food. I'll go to the nearby town and look for work." He took out a piece of silver from his money bag.

Yuntao was very angry when she heard this.

This man is so happy with the money from selling his own flesh and blood, what kind of job could he be looking for?

He must have gone to town to have some fun!

Before the people in Shigang Village did anything, the guy in charge of buying people walked to the front of the convoy.

Standing in front of everyone, he said arrogantly: "Dear fellow villagers, the master of our Wubao is looking for slaves. I see that you are also here on the run. If you encounter difficulties, it is better to send your children to Wubao to find a way out...
Chapter completed!