She was walking on the street and was about to go home.
But groups of young men galloping around were flying by.
She was startled and quickly retreated and avoided a little.
This did not allow the hem of the skirt to get sludge.
Xie Yinxiang was looking at them in confusion.
"Where are these people going?"
Suddenly, a young man at the front turned his horse's head and ran towards her.
She took advantage of the hazy rain to see clearly that it was Jiang Xiaoran.
Jiang Xiaoran galloped beside her before stopping the horse.
"Young Master Jiang, why are you..." She was interrupted before she finished speaking.
"Xie Yinxiang, I don't have time to explain so much to you now. Remember what I said and stay at home by yourself. Don't come out if the situation in the city is unstable these days."
Xie Yinxiang looked at him in a daze.
"Where are you going?"
Jiang Xiaoran shook the whip, turned his horse's head and galloped away.
Only one sentence is left: "Save people!"
Xie Yinxiang stood there in a daze, looking at his figure until he disappeared.
She was a little surprised.
In her eyes, Jiang Xiaoran was just a ignorant young man.
Eat, drink, and have fun.
Now that the epidemic is coming, he still has such a broad mind?
Xie Yinxiang came to her senses and there were no one on the street.
She suddenly felt a little regretful.
Just now, I didn't have time to tell him to take care of him.
...
On the mountain, the drizzle is hazy and the sky is dim.
The cold wind is colder.
The soldiers were trembling with cold.
But fortunately, Gu Nuoer had already made arrangements.
She asked the officers and soldiers who made mistakes to cook hot porridge in advance.
One bowl per person can not only fill the stomach but also warm the body.
The little guy just commanded them again and threw a bunch of potatoes and sweet potatoes that the villagers voluntarily gave to the fire and roasted them.
She didn't have time to rest, and she held a big oil-paper umbrella in both hands.
Watching the soldiers deliver the herbs she wanted, bag by bag.
The little guy carefully checked every bag.
Then they were taught to boil water and boil.
"After cooking, all the soldiers will drink a bowl first!"
Kong felt that she was working hard.
Come over with the peeled roasted corn kernels.
"Sister, have some rest."
The little guy felt hungry now.
She blinked her long eyelashes, her watery eyes were big, thick and bright.
"Brother Seven, thank you, I just feel empty."
I haven't eaten anything from morning to now.
Kongjue smiled and held her an umbrella.
The little guy held the bowl himself and scooped corn kernels with a spoon.
The fragrant corn has a fresh fragrance after being roasted.
Gu Nuoer had a lot of fun eating.
Kong felt her pink little cheeks bulging with the biting movements.
Very cute.
He couldn't help but smile gently: "Eat slowly, I'll peel you a sweet potato later."
"good!"
At this moment, Kongjue's after-lightness captured a cold and cold eye wind.
He looked up and Ye Siming was walking towards them with a greased paper bag in his hand.
Ye Siming was far away, but he had already seen Kong Jue laughing happily.
He sneered in his heart.
The smelly monk smiled like a flower, which was really annoying.
Gu Nuoer had a sharp nose and smelled a scent of meat.
"Brother Si Ming, what is it?"
Ye Siming pursed his lips and handed over the oiled paper bag.
"Beggar chicken."
Kongjue was stunned: "I bought it?"
Ye Siming glanced at him coldly: "Where did I buy it? Of course I caught the pheasant and made it myself."
Gu Nuoer quickly stretched out his little hand: "Brother Si Ming, I want to eat."
When Ye Siming looked down at the little guy, his cold expression faded a lot, and he changed into a chuckle that was not easy to detect.