Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Zhou Shuqiong knew the body sizes of her family members very well, but she was a little confused about the three outsiders, including Fan Yanmu.

She waved gently, signaling Fan Yanmu and the accompanying Ying Yi and Ying Er to come closer. The three of them slowly approached with a bit of curiosity and confusion.

"I'll measure you and make each of you a set of cotton clothes."

Zhou Shuqiong spoke gently, her voice sounding particularly warm in the cool breeze of early autumn.

After she finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves lightly, ready to take out the tape measure she carried with her. Her dexterous hands seemed to be able to measure the temperature in everyone's heart.

Unexpectedly, Fan Yanmu slightly tilted his body, and there was a barely perceptible avoidance in his eyes. His nature made him instinctively resist the touch of others, especially strangers.

Zhou Shuqiong's movements came to an abrupt halt, a trace of surprise flashed across her face, and then she realized that her enthusiasm might have touched his boundaries. Her awkward smile was mixed with a bit of apology and understanding.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhixue stepped forward generously and resolved the slightly delicate atmosphere: "Fan Yanmu, my mother just wants to make sure that everyone can wear a cotton coat that fits. If you mind, why don't you let me measure you?"

There was an irresistible affinity in her words.

Fan Yanmu's dark eyes were deep, as if he could see into people's hearts. He looked at Xiao Zhixue quietly, and his calm voice slowly rang out: "Then you measure it."

At this moment, his attitude was unexpectedly gentle, as if ice had met the early spring sunshine and was slowly melting.

Xiao Zhixue took the tape measure and imitated her mother's movements. She stood gently beside Fan Yanmu and carefully measured his shoulder width, chest circumference, waist circumference, etc. Every movement revealed respect and caution.

Ying Yi and Ying Er, as Fan Yanmu's personal guards, had a look of disbelief in their eyes.

Their master always stays away from the hustle and bustle of the world and is always wary of anyone approaching him, let alone women.

At this moment, he was actually willing to accept Xiao Zhixue's touch. In their eyes, this scene was tantamount to witnessing a miracle.

Soon, Xiao Zhixue completed the measurement quickly and accurately, and she whispered the data to Zhou Shuqiong beside her.

Zhou Shuqiong had a satisfied smile on her face. As she agreed, she sat down on the spot, holding the old scissors that she never left behind and a few shiny needles in her hands, and began to cut the cloth.

Fortunately, when she fled the war, she cleverly took these seemingly insignificant belongings with her, which were actually very useful at the critical moment.

Although those tools were once ridiculed as a burden by his colleagues Xiao You's family and Old Lady Su, Zhou Shuqiong always insisted on his own ideas and proved their value with his actions.

At the same time, there was a harmonious scene in the camp.

The women were concentrating on cutting and sewing, the men were scattered around collecting wild vegetables, and the children were gathered around Guo Xiao and Guo Hua, squatting on the ground and happily playing the game of throwing stones.

In just two days, the two young outsiders had become friends with the village children.

Xiaoyou was especially fond of this. He followed Guo Hua closely, excitedly teaching her his unique stone-throwing skills. His innocent joy infected everyone.

On the other side of the grass, Xiao Zhixue was lying leisurely, with her head resting on her hands, a piece of dogtail grass casually in her mouth, and her legs easily crossed on her knees, swaying gently.

Her ease and freedom seemed to be able to dispel all the troubles around her.

Fan Yanmu sat not far from her, looking at her quietly, with a smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of his mouth, which was a silent appreciation and tenderness for the person in front of him.

Ying Er secretly saw this scene, and quickly pulled Ying Yi next to him, whispering: "Ying Yi, you see the master is bewitched by Miss Xiao. Although Miss Xiao is both talented and virtuous, this is not a good match, and I'm afraid it will attract criticism."

Upon hearing this, Ying Yi only glanced at Xiao Zhixue indifferently, then retracted his gaze and said calmly, "It's better for us not to discuss the master's concerns."

In his heart, Xiao Zhixue's background was insignificant, but why should we ask where true love came from? The real match came from the harmony of the soul.

Just when Ying Er wanted to say something else, a sudden chill interrupted his thoughts. Turning back, he saw Fan Yanmu's cold gaze casting towards him.

"What are you guys whispering about behind my back?"

Although Fan Yanmu's voice was not loud, it was enough to make people's hearts tighten.

Ying Er was startled and turned around in a hurry. Facing Fan Yanmu who looked solemn, he lowered his head and quickly replied: "Master, we didn't say anything important."

Fan Yanmu snorted softly and left in big strides, leaving Ying Er secretly rejoicing but also feeling uneasy, wondering if his master had heard their previous discussion.

At this time, Xiao Zhixue had quietly entered her own mysterious space.

In this unknown little world, the fruit trees have sprouted new green leaves, indicating that they will soon be full of sweet fruits.

Although the space was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items, she had foresightedly expanded this small world of her own, so that even if there were many items, they could be properly placed and everything was in order.

In this quiet yet vibrant space, Xiao Zhixue felt unprecedented peace and freedom.

Looking at the pile of old but precious food in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but soften, and a desire for rice suddenly surged in her heart.

In order to save food these days, the family could only rely on rough grain cakes to fill their stomachs, accompanied by bitter wild vegetable soup. Such days made her heart full of guilt towards her family.

Thinking of this, she secretly made up her mind that she would set aside some rice tonight and cook a long-lost, sweet and delicious rice for her family, so that everyone could feel a little warmth and happiness in these difficult days.

Taking advantage of the quietness and undisturbed surroundings, she quietly entered the mysterious space that belonged only to her and began to get busy.

In the space, various kinds of herbs were neatly arranged. She carefully selected each kind of herb, silently reciting the ancient formula in her mind, and flexibly mixed them one by one with her fingers, grinding them into powder, and then slowly added clear mountain spring water and stirred patiently.

As the temperature was controlled, the potion gradually took on a strange color, exuded fragrance, and was full of healing power.

Finally, she carefully packed these special medicines into various small bottles, each of which carried her determination to fight against unknown threats and protect her family.

When she exited that magical space and returned to the real world, she saw Zhou Shuqiong sitting by the window, holding a piece of freshly sewn clothing in her hands. The stitches were fine and the fabric had a soft luster in the sun.

Xiao Zhixue gently walked to Xiao Tingrui's side, took out a few pills with a faint medicinal fragrance from her arms, and said gently: "Brother, it's time to take the medicine."