Afterwards, the young man took A-Zhu and walked quickly towards the entrance of the village.
Seeing Yuan Qi's figure walking away, he turned to the person next to him and said: "Aunt Liu, Qiaoqiao, you can stay at my house these two days and be my grandma's companion."
Aunt Liu heard something just now, so she nodded and agreed.
Everyone ate this meal absentmindedly.
After the meal, Cheng Qingwan rummaged around for fabrics.
"Huanhan, what are you looking for?"
Cheng Hua'er had been wanting to talk to her since dinner, but seeing that she was distracted, he didn't speak.
"I'm looking for fabric to see if I can sew some masks, something that covers the mouth and nose."
After hearing this, Cheng Hua'er opened the dowry box, took the cloth and handed it to her daughter.
Cheng Qingwen looked at the fine fabric and was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know the price of the fabric, she knew it was very precious at a glance.
"This is the finest Sichuan brocade. When I was a child, I saw noble people from the capital wearing it." Widow Liu touched the cloth with envy in her eyes.
"Auntie, this is your dowry, put it back quickly, you won't need such a precious thing." Cheng Qinghan said quickly: "You can just go find two old clothes."
Cheng Hua'er nodded after hearing this, put it back, turned around and walked to the cabinet to look for fabrics.
After a while, Cheng Qingwen got tired and sat on a chair to take a rest.
"Congratulations, you have completed the task and bought five fields before November. You will be rewarded with 1,000 points and unlock seed eggplants and mangoes. You now have 2,121 points."
The sound of the system suddenly rang, startling Cheng Qinghan again.
After a few seconds, she suddenly sat up straight and asked in her mind: "Xiaoxiao, are there any masks in the mall?"
"Yes, ten points per point."
"It's not expensive." Cheng Qingwan murmured, "Give me a hundred."
As soon as she finished speaking, a whole box of masks appeared in her hand.
"You have 2111 points left."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, held the mask, and stopped the three people who were still looking for fabric.
"Auntie, there's no need to look for it, I found this."
The three people gathered around and looked at this thing with confused expressions.
Cheng Qingwen had to explain to them how to use this thing and what its effects were.
It wasn't until midnight that everyone went to bed. They slept very soundly that night.
The next day, Cheng Qingwen brought a mask and delivered it to Yuan Qi.
"Ask all the people guarding the entrance of the village to take them with them, so that each one of them will be less likely to get sick."
Yuan Qi looked at the things in his hands tiredly and nodded: "Thank you, Miss Cheng."
Cheng Qingwen looked at his bloodshot eyes and dark circles and asked softly: "You didn't sleep last night?"
Motoqi nodded slightly: "There are not enough manpower, and they also need to rest, so I stepped in."
Cheng Qinghan looked at the burnt dishes set aside with questions on her face.
"I don't have a maid by my side, so A-Zhu cooks the food on weekdays. These days he has no time to spare, so I can only do it myself."
"If we weren't so anxious to send Ling'er away, it could be of some use now." Cheng Qingwan murmured.
The two of them didn't exchange a few words before Yuanqi was called away.
Cheng Qingwen looked outside the dividing line set by wooden stakes and under the shed, hiding thirty-four refugees, men, women and children. Some were huddled in the corner, and some were sleeping on the ground.
She sighed, walked to A Zhu who was not far away, and said, "Tell your adults not to cook at noon. I'll make it and bring it over."
"Ah? Have you tried the wheat rice made by our adults?"
"Why try it? You can tell by looking at it." Cheng Qingwen sighed softly: "If this continues, these refugees will probably think that you are deliberately forcing them away."
A Zhu smiled helplessly: "Sir, I am good at everything, but my cooking skills are hard to describe."
Cheng Qingwen looked at the abnormal blush on his face and asked, "Do you have a fever?"
A Zhu was stunned for a moment, then said: "I have a low fever, it's nothing serious."
Cheng Qingwen opened his mouth, looking at the fatigue on the faces of the attendants guarding the entrance to the village, he said nothing and turned around to go home.
I washed my hands and my face.
He walked into the cellar and came out with big bags of corn and wheat kernels.
She washed the corn and put the wheat kernels into the pot to cook.
Afterwards, he sat at the door and peeled the corns one by one.
"Huanwen, do you want to peel these out?" Song Qiaoqiao came over and asked, looking at the whole bag of corn.
Cheng Qinghan nodded: "Put the corn kernels into the porridge, and we will send it to the entrance of the village later."
"Isn't Lord Yuan responsible for the meals for the refugees?"
Cheng Qingwan wanted to save his face, but when she thought of the dark wheat rice that smelled like burnt food, she couldn't help it.
"Master Yuan is just wasting food when he cooks."
Song Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, struggling to imagine this wheat rice, and finally gave up.
Cheng Hua'er and Widow Liu also came out. After hearing the reason, they looked at each other.
Cheng Hua'er said: "You are just a tough talker. You asked us not to give us food, but you did it yourself."
"If people from Yuanqi are blocking me at the entrance of the village, nothing will happen. There is no adult man in our family blocking me." Cheng Qingwen said half-coquettishly, "Otherwise, I'll find a stepfather for me."
When Cheng Hua'er heard this, she was immediately ashamed and angry, and pretended to hit her with a broom.
The mother and daughter had a fuss for a while, and then quickly got down to business.
After the four people joined in, Cheng Qingwen walked to the kitchen, kneaded out the flour and steamed dozens of steamed buns.
Cheng Huaer was helping to light the fire and kneading the steamed buns.
Finally, near noon, Cheng Qingwen and Song Qiaoqiao finally led the large bucket containing wheat porridge and the small bucket containing steamed buns to the entrance of the village.
Motosu immediately took the food from their hands and distributed it to the refugees and attendants.
Originally, when Ah Zhu told him, he thought it was a joke.
Cheng Qingwen came to Ah Zhu with a small bowl and said, "This is the ear grass my mother made for you. She said it can reduce fever."
"Thank you, girl."
Cheng Qingwen watched him finish drinking, then took the bowl and went to find Song Qiaoqiao.
Turning his head, he unexpectedly met Yuan Qi's eyes.
She walked over and saw him eating the porridge she had cooked. She smiled and said, "My porridge is more delicious than the wheat rice you cooked."
"nature."
"Why don't you have a steamed bun?" Cheng Qinghan bent down, took a steamed bun and handed it to him.
Motoqi took it, took a bite, thanked him, and said no more.
Cheng Qinghan could see that he was very tired, so he didn't look for another word.
"Miss Cheng, your steamed buns are so delicious. Why don't you come and bring us food tonight? To be honest, we ate adults' wheat rice for two days and we almost went crazy."
A waiter came over and said while biting a steamed bun.
Cheng Qingwan nodded and said with a smile: "I'll make some wheat rice for you tonight."
"After a while, I will deliver the carriage and ingredients to your home." Motoqi lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was not even up to his shoulders.
