Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

A few days later, news came from the foot of the mountain that Xiao Chengming of Yandu had threatened the six-year-old twelfth prince and was planning the coronation ceremony.

No wonder Li Chengtang was so anxious.

The situation is bad.

The trip to Yandu was not possible.

The trip to Wuzhou was put on hold.

She is pregnant in mid-July and calculated with her fingers that the birth will be in April next year. She should not walk too much in the first three months of pregnancy.

In Shanxian Ai County, people died every day because of refugees who robbed supplies and clashed with the powerful.

Damn it, we’re going to be trapped in this mountain for the winter.

The bandit leader Song Jiang walked in and asked, "Miss Feng, are you looking for me?"

Feng Ranhua collected his thoughts and said in a cold voice, "Let me ask you, why did you become bandits?"

The skill of Feng Ran's painting of killing wolves and slaughtering wild boars really shocked Song Jiang and other refugees.

When asked about the sad story, Song Jiang treated Feng Ranhua as his own. This burly man of about eighty years old cried and wailed:

“We were originally villagers from Beishang Village and Huzi Village in Wuzhou, but we were recruited by the Second Prince to fight in the war.

All twelve-year-olds are conscripted. How can a twelve-year-old hold a sword and go to war? We haven’t even had a bite of food with the taxes we just collected, and now they have sent people to collect 20% of our food.

We had no choice but to leave our homeland and come to Yizhou to find a way to survive."

"But when we arrived in Yizhou, we submitted our household registration, but the magistrate of Ai County refused to accept us as a resident. We had no choice but to make a living at the border between Yizhou and Wuzhou."

Feng Ranhua couldn't bear to see Song Jiang crying like a bear, so she asked Qing Ling to drive him out.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes, sat up a little, and thought.

Li Chengtang was worried that Xiao Chengming would use the emperor to control the princes, so he gave up.

Fortunately, he was afraid of the Korean scumbag, so he didn't dare to force him openly for the time being.

Yizhou is safe for the time being.

I heard that the Wang Bazi who lives next door is cruel and ferocious. It is hard to say whether the sixteen old, weak and sick people outside the cave can survive the winter.

The main reason was that she was pregnant these days, and seeing these fake bandits, they would always present the new things they found every day to her first to taste.

He is soft on people, but short on mouth when eating people.

Feng Ranhua called Song Jiang with an unhappy look, "You, gather the people over."

"Hey hey!" Song Jiang called for help excitedly.

Not even a moment's worth of effort.

Sixteen people stood neatly outside the cave, even a three-year-old child was brought over, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Feng Ran's painting eagerly.

That timid look, yet with a hint of hope, was extremely humble.

Feng Ranhua's mouth twitched, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She sat down on the chair that Qingling had brought over, tapped lightly on the table three times out of habit (nothingness), and glanced at the blood-red setting sun in the sky.

Unconsciously emitting the aura of a superior, it pressed down on people's hearts layer by layer.

It made the old, weak and young people in a row tighten their pace and straighten their backs.

There is still hope. She frowned and said nonchalantly:

"The three of us are planning to spend the winter in the mountains. What are your plans?"

More than a dozen people looked at Song Jiang. Song Jiang felt a sense of responsibility and stood out from the line, shouting:

"Let's spend the winter in the mountains with Miss Wind!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, startling the birds in the trees and sending them scattering.

"It's so noisy. You're shouting so loudly." Feng Ranhua rolled her eyes at him unhappily.

Song Jiang rubbed the back of his head in a simple manner and whispered, "I just think that shouting it out with momentum is worthy of Miss Feng."

"It's mid-August now. If you are careful, you can still find enough food to fill your stomach in the mountains. Starting tomorrow, we will divide into several groups to collect wild vegetables and prepare for the winter."

Feng Ranhua said slowly.

A dozen or so refugees had happy expressions on their dark faces.

Qin Ling, the only doctor who knew how to treat a disease, rubbed his old legs excitedly, looked at Miss Feng with sparkling eyes, and shouted, "Buddha!"

The next day, dawn.

More than a dozen people came to the entrance of Feng Ranhua's cave. No one spoke, and they waited quietly for Miss Feng to wake up.

This wait lasted for more than two quarters of an hour.

Finally, the sound of footsteps came out of the cave.

Everyone looked over.

The morning mist lifted up a patch of morning glow, which was imprinted on the girl at the entrance of the cave. In an instant, it seemed as if she came with a thousand-foot-long light.

It was still the same dark face, but it was unusually dazzling.

Bai Qi's amber eyes lit up and he murmured, "Sister who says one thing but means another is really pretty."

"Fairy sister!" five-year-old Hu Chengqing shouted crisply.

Feng Ranhua glanced at Hu Chengqing and said, "Little kid, don't go. You should clean the wild vegetables you collected in the cave."

"Oh, what a great relationship." The skinny Aunt Hu couldn't help but feel happy.

The first rule of survival in the apocalypse is to collect supplies.

The first lesson in eschatology: identifying food.

In the chaotic apocalypse, everyone is just trying to "survive".

Now that we have come to this ancient time, we have to teach others to fight for survival. Have we become a little softer after changing our bodies?

Feng Ranhua, who didn't sleep well, looked annoyed with the arrangements.

The troops were divided into two groups. In one group, Bai Qi led everyone to dig traps and hunt game.

Feng Ranhua led the female army to the foot of the mountain to dig wild vegetables.

Everyone was so excited that they set off as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

For a while.

An old lady held up a piece of prickly grass and asked, "Miss Feng, can this be eaten?"

"cannot!"

The old lady looked at the fresh wild grass awkwardly. It was very juicy, what a pity.

Another furry kid came, holding a bunch of purple-black fruits, and asked with bright eyes: "Sister Feng, can I eat this fruit?"

"cannot!"

"Miss Feng..."

Seeing Feng Ranhua's face getting darker and darker, Qing Ling pulled a few middle-aged women over and told them to just dig the wild vegetables that the young lady had taught them.

Finally it stopped.

Feng Ranhua jumped onto a tree, crossed his legs and swung, biting a cucumber in his hand.

In ancient times, people were ignorant and lacked knowledge, and they only knew that purslane, shepherd's purse and dandelion were edible.

There are also many good wild vegetables such as Auricularia auricula, Houttuynia cordata, Sophora flavescens, and Glechoma longituba. Stock up quickly while you can still find them in abundance.

When everyone had picked three full baskets, they were as happy as if it were New Year and they were talking about it.

Feng Ranhua slowly jumped down from the treetop, stuck his head out to take a look, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

When the locusts pass through, not only do they lift up the roots of the plants, they also leave behind not even a single broken root or dead leaf as big as a fingernail.

After returning to the cave, I asked the ladies to wash it clean and taught them how to boil it in boiling water and prepare to dry it. Then I cut it and put it in bags to eat during the winter.

This stuff, especially when paired with the meat of wild animals from the end of the world, stewed in a big pot, is delicious.

Unfortunately, no meat can compare to the wild animal meat in the secret realm of the end times.

Towards evening, the people who had gone into the mountains came back, having hunted five pheasants and five rabbits, a good harvest.

"Kill them all!" Feng Ranhua picked up a rabbit, the meat was quite fat.

"what!!"

Everyone took a deep breath, and one lady plucked up her courage and said, "How about we keep it and eat it fresh when the time comes?"

What the hell is this? The army is approaching at any time and everyone can run away at any time. How can we still raise chickens and rabbits?

I'm afraid your brain is not spinning.

Feng Ran raised his eyebrows and his eyes flashed with ferocity. Seeing this, the old ladies picked up the pheasants and rabbits and ran away at the speed of light.

Qingling covered her mouth and giggled.

After the ladies brought the slaughtered chickens and rabbits, they threw a bag of snow-white salt over the Fengran paintings, and arranged for the road to be smeared with salt and prepared to be smoked dry.

"Oh my god, premium salt?!"

"I can actually eat salt as white as snowflakes."

The crowd, who had never seen the world, passed the bag around to look at it in disbelief.

Qingling raised her lips with a look of pride and said, "Our young lady knows how to make salt, and the salt is inexhaustible."

For dinner, Bai Qi brought in a roast chicken, which was shiny and full of aroma.

Feng Ranhua shouted at him:

"Come here and drink this bowl of ginseng soup. You are as weak as a paper man, without a single piece of good meat on your body. I am ashamed to call you my brother."

"Hehe." Bai Qi smiled, picked up the ginseng soup bowl, turned sideways and slowly tasted the premium ginseng soup, a tear slid from the corner of his eye and fell into the bowl, then went down his throat mixed with the ginseng soup.

He understood the word satisfaction.

This is the eighth bowl of premium ginseng soup that Sister Feng prepared for him.

Feng Ranhua curled the corners of her lips while chewing a chicken leg, then retracted her gaze. The deep-minded boy shed tears every time he drank a bowl of ginseng soup.