After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

No one knew how long they had been walking, but everyone was already exhausted.

Wang's face was filled with sorrow. The blisters on the soles of her feet hurt terribly at the slightest touch. Her stomach was growling with hunger, and she had no strength in her body. It was difficult for her to take another step.

Chuchu's condition was not much better, but she still gritted her teeth and pushed the wheelchair with great effort.

Then, she turned around and shouted to Chu Yinyin, “Yinyin, come and help push it down.

"Chu Yinyin looked annoyed, shook her hands fiercely, and said angrily: "I have no strength left.

"When Chu Chu heard this, her face instantly darkened and she shouted angrily: "Chu Yinyin! You..."

Seeing the two sisters arguing, Wang quickly walked over to Chuchu and said, "Chuchu, let your sister rest for a while and take turns later.

"Chu Chu watched her mother still indulge Chu Yinyin at this time, her heart filled with helplessness and anger, but she could not say anything more. She could only lower her head in frustration, pushing the wheelchair alone, and no longer speaking.

Murong Ling'er was very tired after carrying Murong Chen. She walked beside him with difficulty and put Murong Chen down.

The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, as if there was no end.

She knew that if this continued, everyone's clothes would soon get wet. In this cold weather, once the clothes were soaked, the body would alternate between hot and cold, and catching a cold was inevitable. By then, many people would probably lose their lives.

Thinking of this, Murong Ling'er couldn't help but turn her head to look at the woods on the side of the road, as if she was thinking about something in her mind.

At this moment, Chu Lingfeng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, heard a "clicking" sound in his ears. He turned his head and saw Murong Ling'er holding a sword, moving forward with difficulty, and constantly chopping the branches on the roadside.

The snow on the branches was shaken and fluttered down. Murong Ling'er dodged left and right. If she was a little slower, the snow would have fallen all over her head and body.

In this world of ice and snow, Murong Ling'er struggled to chop off a large bunch of branches, while the young Murong Chen stood aside and watched her obediently.

Chifeng saw this scene from afar. Seeing that the two were just chopping branches and did not do anything else unusual, he turned a blind eye and let Murong Ling'er do whatever she wanted.

Chu Lingfeng looked at Murong Ling'er with great interest. He saw that her fingers were nimble and she was weaving the branches skillfully.

She first selected relatively thick and moderately long branches as the frame, and tied them tightly together with vines to form a rectangular base.

Then she selected some thin branches and began to weave them one by one on the frame, crosswise, like weaving a bamboo basket.

Her fingers were like nimble butterflies, quickly flitting between the branches, and every movement was full of rhythm.

After a while, the bottom of the box became solid and flat.

Then, Murong Ling'er began to weave around the box.

She bent the branches into the right arc, fixed them one by one along the edge of the bottom, and then carefully wrapped them with vines to ensure that they would not loosen.

As she was weaving, she kept adjusting the position and angle of the branches, trying to make the shape of the box more regular.

During the weaving process, she also deliberately left some gaps to allow air circulation to prevent Murong Chen from feeling stuffy inside.

After the weaving around the box was completed, Murong Ling'er began to make the cover of the box.

She used some softer branches to weave a flat cover, then covered it with a piece of cloth and used vines to fix the edges of the cloth tightly to the box. In this way, the top of the box was tightly covered, which could effectively prevent the snow from falling.

After weaving the box, Murong Ling'er carefully made two straps out of rattan.

She first cut the vines into suitable lengths, then passed them through the gaps on both sides of the box, and then tied the ends of the vines to form a sturdy strap.

To make the straps more comfortable, she also padded some soft leaves where the straps met her shoulders.

Then she carefully put Murong Chen into the box.

Murong Chen was just able to sit steadily in it. The bottom of the box was soft and comfortable, and the branches around it provided him with enough support. In addition, the coarse cloth blocked the falling snowflakes. It was much more comfortable than holding it in his arms before.

Deng Lihua, who was walking slowly nearby, saw this scene and her eyes suddenly lit up with envy. She thought to herself, how great it would be if she could make a backpack like this and carry her little son on her back.

However, she had neither the skills to weave nor the knives to cut branches, nor did she have enough strength to carry her youngest son on this difficult journey.

Thinking of this, Deng Lihua could only lower her head dejectedly again.

After finishing the back box, Murong Ling'er did not stop what she was doing. She took out a large piece of oil paper from the package (actually from the space).

She first spread the oil paper flat on the ground, then carefully measured her height and width, and used the sword to draw a rough shape on the oil paper.

Then, she carefully cut the oil paper along the scored lines to make it a rectangular piece of oil paper.

Murong Ling'er picked up the oil paper and began to make a simple oil paper umbrella.

She rolled up one end of the oil paper into a cylindrical shape to serve as the handle of the umbrella.

Then, she cut some triangular notches on the other end of the oil paper to make it look like a jagged edge. This would make the oil paper more stable when it was stretched out and less likely to be blown over by the wind.

After the oil-paper umbrella was made, Murong Ling'er cleverly tied it to her body with rattan.

She first passed the vine through the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, then wrapped the two ends of the vine around her shoulders, crossed them in front of her chest, and tied a knot.

In this way, she doesn't have to free up her hands to hold the umbrella, and she can effortlessly block some of the snowflakes, making her movement very convenient.

Chu Lingfeng saw all of Murong Ling'er's actions. He couldn't help but admire Murong Ling'er in his heart, and secretly sighed that this girl's mind was really flexible and intelligent.

Those with quick minds, seeing Murong Ling'er's ingenious creation, began to follow suit.

In a short while, all kinds of creative snow-blocking tools were created.

Even the group of officials led by Chifeng, who were wearing straw raincoats, couldn't help but look over here in surprise.

"Boss, she is too presumptuous. Why don't you do anything about it?" Hong Liugeng felt unhappy when he saw that Murong Ling'er was the leader.

Chifeng looked over coldly and asked, "Care? Why should you care? Aren't you scared of being beaten?" His eyes inadvertently swept over Hong Liugeng's broken hand, full of warning.

"Don't provoke her, otherwise don't blame me for not warning you, you will lose your life!" Chifeng warned again.

"Boss, are you still afraid of that little girl?"

Speaking of Murong Ling'er, Hong Liu was even more hateful. He never thought that he would lose face so much in this place.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would find an opportunity to kill her.

Of course, before she dies, she has to be tortured to relieve the hatred in her heart.