Bringing the supermarket to the famine escape

Everyone entered the Taoist temple.

The guards brought the horses in, and Xiaohu watched them, they were very honest.

Others began to clean the Taoist temple, and then moved the things in the car in, ready to cook.

Tweety's whole body was stiff, and she was warming herself by the fire tremblingly.

Yanyan said, "When the body warms up, I'm warming up to the fire."

Xia Jing'er immediately complained for her, "Tweety's punishment for one day has passed, she is so cold, can't you let her warm up?"

Hearing this, it seems that Tweety's punishment was proposed by her.

"As you please."

Anyway, she said what should be said, and it has nothing to do with her when her hands and feet are rotten tomorrow.

Qiu Guzi smiled, but said nothing.

The Taoist temple is relatively large. Although the doors and windows are intact, the window paper has been torn long ago, and the cold wind is still blowing in.

But it's also warmer than outside.

There is a pile of hay on the left, and broken pots and pans are piled up in the corner. I think someone lived here before I came here.

The young couple was over there, and the woman was lying wrapped in a coat, unable to see her face.The man was sitting, looking a little thinly dressed, curled up and warming himself by the fire.

Seeing someone sizing him up, the man buried his head in his knees.

Yanyan's gaze stayed on the woman for a while, then retracted, not intending to meddle in other people's business.

Soon, a large pot of dumplings was cooked, steaming hot.

Because there were vegetables, Yanyan didn't treat herself badly, she took out a bunch of vegetables and dried shrimps, and put them in.

The aroma of the dried shrimp skin mixed with the dumplings soon came out, stimulating people's taste buds, and everyone swallowed.

Not to mention the drought, even in normal times, you can't eat such fresh vegetables in winter.

A large bowl of dumplings for one person, with two eggs and a handful of green vegetables, everyone is very satisfied.

"Except for the wrong place, this meal is really satisfying." Qiu Guzi sighed.

Song Yan agreed, "Although it's not as delicious as mountains and seas, it's good to eat a bowl of warm dumplings after a day of freezing."

As for the membership card of his niece and daughter-in-law, he has another idea. If the membership card is rich, it would be good to give him one. Trading is also practical.

They ate so lively that even Xiaohu had a big bowl of dumplings to eat.

The man in the corner peeked at them, struggled for a moment, then lowered his head again.

"Cough cough,"

The woman coughed suddenly, and the man hurriedly turned around, whispering something, occasionally looking at Gu Yanyan and the others.

As long as the other party is not malicious, Yanyan will not deliberately listen to what they say.

She thought that if they came to beg for a meal, she would give it to them. Meeting is fate.

But she was wrong.

The man actually helped the woman up, carrying the package, and wanted to leave.

Yanyan and the others continued to eat without making a sound.

The five guards put down the bowls and chopsticks. Although they were still sitting, their eyes were already on the two of them.

The man hugged the woman who was tightly wrapped in the cloak and couldn't see her face. She leaned against the wall and walked carefully towards the door.

Xia Jinger spoke suddenly.

"You two, it's snowing heavily outside, and it's getting dark, why are you in such a hurry?"

The two paused, and the man cautiously looked at the people in the audience, not intending to answer.

Xia Jing'er felt that she was a good person to the end, so she spoke out again.

"You haven't eaten yet, do you want a bowl of dumplings?"

The vigilance and hostility on the man's face became less, but he still didn't speak, just shook his head slightly, and then helped the woman to continue walking towards the door.

Xia Jing'er's face darkened, feeling that the other party didn't know what to do.

But forget it, she didn't intend to eat with beggars, so she just did it for others to see.

The door opens.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew in.

The man and the person in his arms shivered at the same time.

Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness outside, there is already half a wheel of heavy snow.

The man hesitated for a moment, and the woman coughed twice before he led them into the snow.

After the people left, the guards closed the door, and then the room became warm again.

"Hey,"

Qiu Guzi sighed suddenly, then shook his head.

Xiao Dan quickly asked, "Master, what's the matter with you, is the food not to your liking?"

Qiu Guzi lovingly touched the little apprentice's head.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the woman's life is not long, so let me sigh."

As he spoke, he looked at Yanyan.

Yanyan blinked inexplicably, what was she doing?

"Is that someone I know? Or is it related to the Song family?"

Only with this possibility, he would look at himself instead of Uncle Song or Xiao Yuan.

Qiu Guzi shook his head, "Not at all."

The way he hesitated to speak made Yanyan a little bit blind.

Either don't say anything, or finish it, which is really annoying in the middle.

Looking at the dumplings in the bowl, Yanyan couldn't eat any more.

She began to search the memory of the original owner.

The people of the Song family basically went to see God, only Xiao Zhang's mother and son and Song Boss were left.

As for the Yan family, they are still disaster victims in Jinchuan.

Wait.

Yanyan suddenly thought of a person, the original owner's sister-in-law, Song Sanzhuang's twin sister Song Xiangcao.

Before the original owner married, Song Xiaomei was already married to a scholar in the town. Later, she followed her husband to the imperial examination in Beijing. It is said that she passed the Jinshi examination. Since then, she has never been back.

When the drought started, everyone wanted to go to the big cities, so how could they return to the countryside?

It was a coincidence that their sister-in-law had never met.

Could it be that the person just now was Song Xiaomei?Yanyan guessed.

if so?

She looked at Xiaodan and Xiaoyong, and recalled the memory of the original owner.

Song Xiaomei's marriage was still done by Song's second son. Although she never came back, she often sent people back with something, many of which were for Xiaoyong and Xiaodan.

At least before Song Laoer left, there were a lot of things for the children.As for things being robbed after Song Lao Er left, the original owner was incompetent, and no one else could be blamed.

"cough, cough"

Qiu Guzi coughed suddenly.

Yanyan came back to her senses, remembering that the woman was sickly, and most of the vitality in her body had been lost.

"I'll go out."

She left a sentence, and then quickly left the Taoist temple.

When we got outside, no one was found.

She flew into the air, looked around, and saw two black shadows disappearing from view from a distance, but she didn't expect them to go so far, knowing that the snow was knee-deep, and it was difficult to walk a step.

The way they were on their way gave her the feeling of running away.

Soon she landed in front of them.

The man was stunned, and with a groan, he drew a soft sword from his waist and stared at Yanyan coldly.

"Knowing martial arts? No wonder you have come so far."

"You came to take us back?" the man asked coldly.

Yanyan didn't answer, but looked at the tightly wrapped person.

"Are you the younger sister of the Song family?"

The woman's body shook, and the sword in the man's hand stabbed at Yanyan.

"Really."

Yanyan sighed with emotion, but did not dodge, and stretched out two fingers to clamp the opponent's sword.