Cheng Qingwan and Song Qiaoqiao returned home with every bucket left. After a while, someone sent Yuanqi's carriage over.
The attendants unloaded bags of grain from the black carriage and placed them in the yard.
"These are all the grains stored by Lord Yuan?"
Cheng Qinghan looked at the thirty sacks of grain on the ground and was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, Your Excellency has said that you must not be allowed to provide food to help the refugees, so why don't you ask me to deliver it right away?"
Cheng Hua'er looked at the sacks on the ground and whispered: "Your adults have taken them out, what will he eat in the future?"
"Don't worry, madam, this is just the tip of the iceberg."
Cheng Qinghan raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
The attendant took several packages of herbs from the carriage and handed them to the woman: "This is your medicine. I really can't find anyone to cook the medicine these days, and even my Lord's medicine has been used up. I can only bring it over, please bother yourself."
Fried."
"Master Yuan is ill?" Cheng Hua'er said softly: "If it is convenient, bring your master's medicine and we will fry it together."
"Then I'll trouble you, Mrs. Cheng." The attendant bowed quickly: "My master is fine, he just has a fever."
Cheng Hua'er smiled and responded a few times, and the attendant took the medicine from the car.
Cheng Qingwen looked at his skillful movements, wasn't he really prepared?
Cheng Hua'er agreed with a smile, borrowed the medicine and sent the person away.
"Master Yuan has helped our family so much. If you can make some medicine or something, I can help."
She looked at the eyes of the other three people and explained.
Cheng Qingwen lowered his head and laughed twice, and moved the grains to the cellar with Song Qiaoqiao, leaving only those to be burned at night.
In the afternoon, the two of them smothered the wheat rice, picked the vegetables, and prepared to cook.
Suddenly, a large number of people came to the door and rushed into the yard.
"This is it. My brother brought us here to eat yesterday." Yesterday, the child pointed at Cheng Hua'er who was making medicine and said, "This is the cake she gave us."
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people knelt down and said loudly: "Please give us some food, we have been hungry for many days."
As soon as Cheng Qingwan heard the sound, he quickly pulled the stunned person into the house and closed the door.
When the refugees outside the door saw the sound of the door closing, they still didn't give up and climbed up to knock on the door.
"Give us some food and some charity. Female Bodhisattva, you gave us some yesterday, so please give us some too."
"There is an adult at the entrance of the village giving alms, and you can get food there." Cheng Qinghan took the masks and put them on the other two people.
"No, brother said, the people there will only knock us out and drag us to the battlefield to be used as food."
Cheng Qingwan looked at the child through the crack in the door and decided not to speak.
She could take out the rice on the stove and give it to them. The scary thing is that once these refugees are out of control, she will not be able to protect the three helpless women behind her.
Song Daqiang heard the noise, walked out and saw the refugees all over the ground. He didn't care about hiding from the epidemic, so he stood on the wall and gloated.
"Oh, you have come to the right place. Their house has a lot of food hidden. I just saw a carriage coming with a lot of food."
Hearing this, Cheng Qingwen wanted to rush out and kill this gloating person in the next second. This would simply add fuel to the fire.
As expected, when the group of refugees heard these words, they immediately became furious and wanted to kick in the door right away.
Cheng Qingwen rubbed his forehead and told the people on the side: "Don't open the door."
Then, he walked into the kitchen from the back, took the few bowls in the house, filled them with rice, and handed them out through the window.
As soon as the refugees saw that there was food, they rushed over and grabbed it all.
Cheng Qingwen was a little too late, but fortunately Song Qiaoqiao also came to help at this time.
The refugees who had received the meals became quiet and sat or squatted on the ground to eat. The people in the house finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man who took the lead yesterday glanced around and asked the girl in the room: "Your husband is not at home today?"
Cheng Qingwen was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask a question, but then immediately remembered what he said yesterday, and then said: "It's almost time to have dinner, it's time to come back."
When Song Daqiang, who was watching the excitement in the corner, heard this, he quickly said: "Where did she get a husband? She is a teenage girl. There is not even a man in her family."
"Yeah." The man lowered his eyes to cover the madness in his eyes.
Cheng Qingwen looked at the expression on his face, and a premonition immediately rose in her heart.
She frowned and stared at the man: "Song Daqiang, wasn't the beating last time enough? Do you want me to find Yuan Qi to beat you up again?"
"You!" When Song Daqiang thought of that slap, he felt that the injury on his butt was not healed yet, so he shook his sleeves and entered the room angrily.
"When will your husband come back? I really want to see what kind of god can marry you."
"I don't know when I will be back. Why don't you go to the entrance of the village to look for him?"
The man was speechless and looked at the girl inside through the window.
She has a delicate back and a slender figure, so she must be very comfortable in your arms.
Jia Yi was originally the youngest son of a wealthy businessman in the next county. Who would have thought that a flood would scatter all the concubines in his family.
As a result, he hasn't touched a woman for several months, and even fled here like begging.
Jia Yi thought of the woman he saw yesterday. Although she was a little older, she had a pretty face and a curvy face. All the concubines in his house combined could not compare to her.
If it is true as the man said just now, there is no man in this family, he can come and try in the evening...
Cheng Qinghan saw that the sky was getting darker and darker, and the refugees at the door refused to disperse, and she began to feel anxious.
"We have to find a way to get them away. Otherwise, the meal will not be delivered."
"Are you worried about who will go hungry?"
Cheng Qingwen shook his head and nodded again: "I'm afraid that the meals will not be delivered and the refugees will lose control."
Just as Song Qiaoqiao was about to speak, she saw a familiar figure appear at the door: "Huanhan, look, Lord Yuan is here."
Cheng Qingwen looked over and saw that person standing at the door.
Motoqi looked at the refugees here and frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he was attracted by a loud female voice.
"Brother-in-law, you are back."
When this sound came out, everyone was stunned.
Cheng Qingwen stared at the people around her with wide eyes, and quickly pulled her sleeve: "What are you yelling at?"
"That refugee has been staring at you. You will act more like him later."
Cheng Qinghan looked over and saw that the refugee was indeed staring at him.
Before she could react, Motoqi had already walked to the kitchen door.
"At the entrance of the village, there are three meals a day. I will take you there later."
"Those people at the entrance of the village want to knock us out and send us to the battlefield to be used as food. We won't go. There is food here." The refugee squatting on the ground responded.
Cheng Qinghan frowned after hearing this. The food she cooked was also going to be delivered to the entrance of the village.
"Who said that?"
"My brother said it." The kid stood up again, pulled Jia Yi and said, "My brother is very knowledgeable and he will definitely not harm us. If you don't believe me, ask him."
"Where did you hear that?" Yuan Qi's face remained as usual, and his tone was still calm.
"Of course I have my source of information. I'm afraid you are reluctant to part with your own food, so let's go to the entrance of the village. You are not as smart as your wife." Jia Yi stood up carelessly and looked him up and down: "Look at you
You should be barging in like this. My son-in-law has no right to speak. We won’t leave for a few days. We will just eat your food here. Maybe if I stay for a few more days, we can become a family."
Motoqi was confused after hearing this, and turned to the people in the house and said: "Let's find a way to transport the food out first. The refugees at the entrance of the village are restless, and they are afraid that a fight will break out in a while."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, and immediately turned around to prepare with Song Qiaoqiao.
Hearing this, Jia Yi sneered: "This is for the refugees. Just now we refused to give it to them. Do these girls look down on us?"
"Stop fanning the flames here." A cold light suddenly appeared in Yuan Qi's eyes: "If you have any dissatisfaction, have some backbone and take these people away now."
"You..." Jia Yi pointed to his nose and sneered: "Just leave, one day your woman will be in my arms."
Moan Qi frowned when he heard this, what a woman, what a mess.
Cheng Qingwen saw that everyone was gone and quickly opened the door: "This method of stimulating generals really works."
Motoqi nodded slightly and loaded the things into the carriage: "You can just stay at home. I will bring the carriage back later."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, and suddenly remembered the medicine that had been cooked, and quickly took it and handed it to him: "This is your medicine, drink it while it's hot."
Moan Qi was stunned for a moment, took the medicine, drank it in one gulp, handed the pills to the person in front of him, and drove away.
Cheng Qingwen looked at the pills in his hand, and couldn't help but remember that when he was fed the detoxification pills, he was not as straightforward as he is now, and he even thought about spitting it out.
She walked into the house and comforted the crying Cheng Hua'er.
"Auntie, it's okay, they have all left."
"Huanwen, I thought I gave them food, but they left. I didn't expect they would come back."
Cheng Qingwen sighed. When she didn't go to support, she didn't expect that someone would almost burn down the entire volunteer team just for a bite to eat.
"I don't blame you, just remember it next time."
Cheng Hua'er wiped her tears and looked up at the person in front of her: "Huan Huan, you just said that Mr. Yuan is your husband, will he be angry?"
Cheng Qingwen was stunned and thought for a while before speaking: "He... probably didn't hear it."
After saying this, she immediately turned around and pulled Song Qiaoqiao towards the backyard.
"Don't talk nonsense next time."
"Isn't this forced by the situation? That man has a sly look on his face. If he really knows that there is no man in the house, he will have to climb the wall in the middle of the night."
Song Qiaoqiao pulled her sleeve: "It's all Song Daqiang's fault. If he hadn't said so much, I wouldn't have done it."
When Cheng Qingwen heard this, he immediately remembered Song Daqiang's gloating about his misfortune just now.
She looked it over, picked up the hoe in the corner, rolled up her sleeves, and headed toward the next door with momentum.