Divorced woman with child travels through time

"You're ruthless! Remember this! I, Prince Ping, am not someone to be trifled with! Let's go!" He flicked his wide sleeves, and a group of people came and went in unison.

Wang Erniu stared speechlessly at the group of people.

Lin Er watched the person leave from the doorway, then came in and said, "Greetings, General!"

"You're here, sit down!" Wang Erniu put down his knife, turned around and saw Chen Wenfang closing the window, and got angry.

Chen Wenfang chuckled, completely oblivious to the fact that she had been caught.

“General, this is the document from the wasteland. Magistrate Zhang is very easy to talk to, Ma Ying is a little more troublesome, and Lord Song is the most straightforward. However, he has made a request!” Lin Er stepped forward and placed the document on the table.

"But what about his daughter?" Wang Erniu picked it up and glanced at it. It was all signed sales documents, which were very advantageous to him.

"Exactly."

"Then you should help him; he's really pitiful."

"Yes!"

Wang Erniu stood up, but seeing that Lin Er had not left, he couldn't help but wonder.

Is there anything else?

"The Qi Battalion discovered that Lord Zhang was colluding with the Emperor and Lord He, but they haven't found any concrete evidence. Now he's clearly siding with us. What are his plans?" Lin Er hesitated for a moment but still told the truth.

"Okay, I understand. Investigate the Zhao family. I'm afraid they won't let this go so easily!" Wang Erniu looked at the sky; it was already quite dark, and a wind was about to pick up.

"Yes, my subordinates are resigning!"

With the documents in hand, Brother Nie's letter arrived as promised two days later, and the first batch of coal could be delivered the day after tomorrow!

On Xifang Street, the wasteland is under construction at a frantic pace. On two open plots of land, each covering dozens of acres, about several thousand people are working. People of all ages are busy clearing away gravel and grass roots. Even toddlers have come. They are there for the sake of the several large pots set up next to the open plots. Some of them are simmering rice and vegetable porridge without any gravel, while others are cooking salted fish and meat porridge. The thick porridge has chunks of dough visible in it.

Large portions that will keep you full; an adult can eat up to five bowls, and a child can eat up to three bowls.

That's not the main point. The most important thing is that the warehouse built next door in just two days is filled with the grain that has been transported here. Every afternoon when they eat, horse-drawn carts will keep delivering goods over. Every single day! It's reassuring to see this. In just two days, the people who have eaten their fill have clearly looked much better.

As evening fell, countless ragged refugees huddled together on the open ground in front of the wasteland, warming themselves by the fire and eating vegetable porridge. In the nearby thatched hut, the aroma of horse bones stewing for a long time made mouths water. Although the horse meat tasted slightly sour, it was chopped up and cooked until tender, so you couldn't taste it.

Zhuang Er had only cooked half of the horse meat that day, but the next day, Zhang Biao's men took the horse meat to another place and said that it would be cooked into porridge so that it would last longer. Thinking that they could eat their fill every day from now on, they agreed.

Zhang Biao kept his word and chopped up all the horse meat on the first day. Sister-in-law Nie was in charge of managing the women. Hundreds of women worked together, and the newly grown wild vegetables on the wasteland disappeared. They were all washed and thrown into a large pot. The crackling wood roots turned to ashes as they burned, and the porridge and paste emitted a faint fragrance.

Stew it until evening, until the vegetables are completely mushy. Then sprinkle in a handful of coarse salt and cook for a while longer, and it's ready to eat.

Everyone took their assigned bowls and chopsticks, lined up, and went one by one to fill their bowls with the paste. The large bowls, which required two hands to hold, were as big as a child's face. Most children were full after eating one bowl, let alone the little girls.

At the edge of the shack, Tang San carried a bowl full of porridge back to his sister Tang Er's side. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but take a sip, which burned his mouth.

"Sister, this porridge smells so good! It's salty and tastes like meat!" Luckily, the bowl was thick enough, otherwise it would have fallen. Tang San licked his lips, still wanting more.

"Use this." Tang Er picked up a spoon and put it in his bowl. "Don't run around. I'll go get another bowl."

"Mm." Tang San nodded heavily, put down the bowl, sat on the ground, and used a spoon to scrape the paste little by little to eat. He blew on it as he ate. Finally, he didn't have to worry about others taking his food anymore. Yesterday, a man stole someone else's food and was dragged away on the spot. He heard that he was executed. He didn't dare to go and see it. His sister saw it and told him about it. His sister was much braver than him.

Tang Er brought back another bowl, sat down on the ground, placed the bowl on his stool, and stared blankly at the foundation that had already been laid, scraping the food bit by bit with Tang San's chopsticks.

"Sister, do you think we'll really live there? Will it be our home?" Following her gaze, Tang San also looked over, and like his sister, countless people were looking in that direction.

Tang Er looked somewhat confused. "I don't know either! I hope so. We've already registered and put our fingerprints on it."

As night deepened, the Tang siblings piled the washed bowls and stools together and placed them beside them. They also filled a bowl with boiled water for the next morning. They had heard that this was a requirement from above; the water boiled after cooking noodle soup would not cause diarrhea, and everyone could get a bowl.

The siblings snuggled together next to the shack and fell asleep peacefully. The shack was piled with dry grass that had been cleared out during the day, and with so many people around, it wasn't cold. This area was full of shacks like this, so they didn't have to worry at all and slept soundly because there were patrolling soldiers who would pass by in a while, so they were very safe.

After another peaceful night's sleep, Tang Er woke up early, went to the moat to wash his hands and face, and brought over a bowl of water. After Tang San woke up and drank the water, he went directly to the clerk to call his name and then went to work in the wasteland. There was no breakfast, only two meals a day. Every three days, they would give him sweet soup in the morning. Tang San had never had it before, but those who had said it was very sweet.

Tang Er didn't care about that; he just thought the young clerk was very capable, recognizing so many people just by looking at them.

Li Changbai sat at his desk, looking intently at the people in front of him, letting them pass by one by one, pressing their fingerprints. The work progressed quickly; in just a few days, the walls of the houses were about to be built. Before the houses were built, Madam Chen specifically sought him out, saying she wanted to build kang beds and large communal sleeping areas, the kind where a dozen or even twenty people could live in one room. As long as it could be squeezed in and it had to be done quickly, money and supplies would come.

Now, seeing with his own eyes the warehouse full of coal and timber, he realized that he hadn't followed the wrong person. The thousands of people and refugees here wouldn't freeze to death this winter.

"Hey, you're new here, aren't you? Where are you registered? Why are you here?" Li Changbai's sharp eyes quickly scanned the man in front of him. This man was rather strange.

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