A farmer's daughter who traveled through time: Marrying a sickly man

After paying respects the next morning, the second wife quietly told Xia Tian that it was Liu who suggested that Marquis Wu'an ask her to go outside the city to distribute porridge yesterday.

Xia Tian suddenly realized, no wonder they said that, how come she became the one who was chosen to distribute porridge?

It was her father-in-law who arranged for her to go.

Even if someone needs to be replaced, the women in the backyard will discuss it. There is no need for Marquis Wu'an to arrange it personally.

Liu thinks that she is not having a good life, so she won't let her have an easy life, right?

Xia Tian's eyes darkened. Is this how you play it? Okay, let her wait.

After breakfast, Xiatian dressed warmly and took Cuiyun to the porridge distribution place at Wu'an Marquis Mansion outside the city.

When she arrived, the city was bustling with activity and the servants had already prepared everything.

They just built a simple shed with five large pots placed underneath.

Porridge is served here twice a day, at noon and dinner.

Other wealthy families did the same.

In fact, there is nothing to monitor here. The servants have become familiar with it in the past few days and the process is very clear.

The refugees were also familiar with the routine, and when it was almost time for dinner, they started lining up one by one to get porridge.

Occasionally, there would be those who jumped out, but they would be scolded by the yamen runners who were constantly patrolling here.

The day passed like this, and apart from being cold, there was nothing wrong.

In the evening, the porridge distribution was over and Xia Tian was about to go back when he saw Shen Nian coming.

"How did you come?"

"I'll pick you up." Shen Nian said as he put on his summer cape and hat. "Let's go."

The two got on the carriage. Mu Feng was still driving, and Cuiyun sat outside. There were still two people in the carriage.

"Did everything go well today?" Shen Nian pulled her hands over and wrapped them around her to warm them.

Xia Tian smiled and said, "It went pretty smoothly. Apart from being a little cold, everything else is fine."

"Well, be careful." Shen Nian was mainly worried that someone would disguise himself as a refugee and assassinate her.

So today, let Mu Feng and Muchen follow her.

"Don't worry." Xia Tian leaned closer to Shen Nian and asked him softly, "Do you know where Liu's private vault is?"

"I know." Shen Nian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why are you asking this?"

Liu's private vault, I went in there during those years when the mother was loving and the son was filial!

Xia Tian hummed, "To make her uncomfortable, of course."

Then she told her what the second lady had told her in the morning.

Shen Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I see." Xia Tian pulled his hand out, picked up the teacup on the small tea table, and put it into the space in front of Shen Nian.

Shen Nian was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly pulled the hand over to hold it again, "Don't fool around outside."

"There's no one else here!" Xia Tian replied with a smile.

There were only two of them in the carriage, so she gave a demonstration.

"We still need to be careful." Shen Nian was worried. What if someone saw us? There were Mu Feng and Cui Yun in front of us!

"Okay, I understand." Xia Tian quickly agreed.

When it was night and everyone was asleep, the two of them quietly got up and disguised themselves, and Shen Nian took Xia Tian and climbed out of the window.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I was shocked by the summer cold.

The night is as dark as ink, it is a good time to do bad things.

Xia Tian was a little excited. This was the first time he had acted so stealthily with Shen Nian.

Shen Nian was very familiar with the Marquis' Mansion. He took her away from the guards and soon arrived at Liu's Huarui Hall.

Liu's private storehouse was in her yard.

Shen Nian held Xia Tian in his arms, found a corner, and gently jumped into the yard.

All the houses were dark, and they passed through quietly without waking anyone.

When they arrived at Liu's private vault, which was a room in the side hall of the backyard, there was a big lock on the door.

Xia Tian was in charge of keeping watch, while Shen Nian took out a piece of wire and poked it gently, and the lock opened.

The two of them slipped into the room quietly. It was pitch black in the room. Xia Tian took a while to adjust before he could make out some outlines.

Shen Nian is a martial artist and has good night vision.

Try to avoid bumping into things in the summer.

Xia Tian didn't care what was in this private storage. He just reached out and put whatever he saw into the space.

She didn't want the shelves, she just took the things.

Shen Nian was shocked by what he saw.

This was the first time I had seen such a shocking scene. As I passed by, things just disappeared.

After packing up their things, the two went out and locked the door again. Shen Nian took Xia Tian back to Jinglan Garden along the same route.

It was not until the two of them were lying on the bed that they found the scene a little funny.

Shen Nian had never done anything bad secretly, and he didn't expect that it would be quite exciting the first time.

Xia Tian felt happy when he thought of Liu's furious look when she discovered that her private vault had been stolen.

I was a little excited for a moment.

"Brother Shen, I can't wait for the day to dawn."

Shen Nian embraced Xia Tian and said, "Go to sleep quickly and get enough rest to watch the show."

"I can't sleep. I want to see what good things Liu has stored."

"Go to sleep first and don't let anyone notice." Shen Nian held her tightly.

It's the middle of the night, and it wouldn't be good to light the lights and disturb other people.

When she thought about it, she agreed and snuggled into Shen Nian's arms and fell asleep.

When paying his respects in the morning, Xia Tian observed Liu's face calmly. Everything seemed normal. She probably had not yet discovered that the private vault had been stolen.

I feel a little disappointed that I missed the show.

But you’re also right, who would open a private database to check it every day?

After dinner, she went to the porridge stall outside the city as usual to keep an eye on it.

At noon, she felt bored sitting there, so she went to the front to help make porridge.

The one who came today was Ningxue. It was cold, so she just let them take turns.

Ningxue was right next to her helping to take and pass the bowls.

It won’t be so cold if you move around.

The porridge was brown rice porridge, and when she saw children and women, she would give them more.

Looking at them shivering from the cold.

Xia Tian asked Mu Feng to go to Linglong Lane to find Aunt Chen and bring back a dozen sets of cotton-padded clothes and cotton shoes.

Although the government has set up tents for the refugees outside the capital, these tents are leaky on all sides and are better than nothing in this freezing weather.

A woman came with a little girl to make porridge. The little girl was probably about six or seven years old. She was wearing thin clothes and her toes were exposed in her shoes.

My hands are covered with frostbite.

It makes summer feel sad.

He poured two bowls of thicker porridge for them, leaning against the bottom of the pot. "Is there anyone else in your family?"

Seeing Xia Tian asking her, the woman quickly replied, "My dear, my man is waiting in line here."

She pointed to the man behind her, who was holding two bowls and looking at her cautiously. "My dear, I'll make one bowl for my mother too. She's looking after the kids over there, so it's hard for her to wait in line."

The man pointed to an old woman holding a child nearby.

Afraid that Xia Tian wouldn't believe him.

Xiatian said nothing and poured the man two full bowls of porridge.

Then he said to the woman, "Bring another bowl. Doesn't your child want to eat?"

The old woman was holding a little boy of two or three years old in her arms.

"Oh, thank you so much, sir." The woman thanked him repeatedly with joy. These days, people who distribute porridge only give half a bowl to children.

Today, this noble lady not only gave her maid a full bowl of porridge, but also gave the younger one some porridge as well.

Normally, when the child is held in their arms like this, they will not give him a bowl of porridge alone. The child will share it with them.

This is really meeting a noble person.