She picked up the young prime minister while fleeing famine

Qi Changshan carried that pot of porridge with his bare hands without using anything to cushion his hands, and it was almost scalding hot.

"Ayu, bring your younger siblings over here." Qi Banxia called out to the children, tucked her long sword into her foot, and went to untie the water bottle from her body.

That was the boiled and cooled water she had prepared earlier. She had her second brother stretch out his hand, and Banxia rinsed it vigorously for a while to cool him down.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief as he watched the little red hand slowly recover.

"Big sister, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." Qi Changshan, who had been silent until now, finally dared to speak.

His older sister always forbade them from touching dangerous things, such as a red-hot pot, because he was afraid his sister would scold him.

"Qi Changshan, I think you've completely ignored what your older sister said. The pot was so hot, didn't you know to put a cloth under it before carrying it?"

"What if you get blisters? You'll be in so much pain!" Qi Banxia scolded her younger brother, only to be met with a fawning smile from him.

"Big sister, I was only thinking about protecting my younger brother and the others. I didn't think that much about it." Qi Changshan grinned at his older sister, trying to please her.

He genuinely hadn't thought that much about it; he'd just seen Gou Dan in the village get burned by porridge and figured that splashing hot porridge on them would definitely scald them to death.

“Miss Banxia, ​​it was I who asked them to pour the hot porridge.” Lian Chengmo’s voice suddenly rang out.

He had run back and stood in front of a group of children, warily watching the injured men and the various restless eyes around him.

He only spoke up to explain after hearing the little girl scold his second brother.

He had originally instructed his own cousin, but for some reason it was Qi Changshan who took action.

Not far from him, the disaster victims were scrambling for a pot of porridge that had been spilled on the ground; even though it was covered in mud, it was still food.

Some people almost got into a fight over a single extra grain of rice.

Banxia looked over and felt a little sorry for the porridge, but when she thought about how the porridge had saved her younger brothers from a calamity, she felt better.

No wonder the second brother threw porridge at people without hesitation; it turns out his "teacher" made him do it.

You should know that her second brother values ​​food even more than she does, but he listens to his teacher, Lian Chengmo.

If he hadn't given such instructions, Changshan definitely wouldn't have been willing to part with it.

However, seeing the group of disaster victims who had finished picking up the porridge and were now eyeing them menacingly, Banxia shielded the children behind her and drew her long sword, holding it horizontally in front of her.

As expected, those people looked at Banxia and Lianchengmo with apprehension, then at the few people who had been slashed and burned, and began to have the intention to retreat.

When Yao Lizheng hurriedly brought his men over, these people completely retreated. Even the five injured men glared at them resentfully before helping each other away.

Having fled famine together for so long, everyone naturally knows how formidable Yao Li Village is.

"Young Master Liancheng, this happened so suddenly, I'm late." Yao Lizheng walked up to Liancheng Mo and said somewhat apologetically.

But what just happened happened so fast; from the time it occurred to the time it took him to gather his men, less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Not to mention that Yao Li Village was actually several hundred meters away from where Lian Chengmo and his group were.

It's really inhumane to accept favors from others but not help them when they're in danger.

"It's alright, Uncle, there's no need for such formality. Just call me by my name." Lian Chengmo wasn't angry at all; instead, he politely reminded him.

"It's good that Young Master Liancheng isn't holding it against us. I see one of your children has a burn. There's a doctor in our village. Why don't we take the child over and have him take a look?"

Yao Lizheng seemed not to hear Lian Chengmo's reminder and remained very polite, even extending an invitation.

Lian Chengmo glanced at Yao Lizheng, who had a slightly ingratiating but not obsequious look, then turned to Banxia and asked with his eyes.

He knew that Yao Lizheng meant to bring them into the Yao Li Village team, which was originally his plan.

But after what just happened, he wasn't sure if the girl would be willing.

After all, the little girl didn't know anything about Yao Li Village.

To everyone's surprise, Banxia glanced at the campsite in Yaoli Village and agreed without much hesitation.

Although she acted fiercely just now, only she knew the worries in her heart.

Banxia was used to fighting alone, but now she had two younger brothers. In this year of famine, there were scenes of cannibalism everywhere, and she was afraid that she would not be able to protect them.

However, she still chose to take a gamble. Since she had chosen to walk the same path as Lian Chengmo, she would trust his choice.

Banxia has always been like this; once she's made a decision, she doesn't doubt it. She was able to survive the early days of the apocalypse precisely because she trusted everyone and was able to survive until she reached the base under the captain's protection.

Soon, Banxia led her two younger brothers and the three siblings, Lian Chengmo and his sister, into the protected area of ​​Yaoli Village.

Those who had been watching from behind finally gave up on the idea.

Those children clearly had food in their hands; they were hoping to get something to eat when the others were alone. What a pity.

Ignoring what others thought, Banxia arrived at the circle in Yaoli Village, sat down where Yaoli Zheng pointed, and started cooking again.

When it was time to put the rice into the pot, Banxia didn't hesitate to take out a small cloth bag from the bottom of her basket and put it in her coat pocket.

Taking a gamble is one thing, but one should always be wary of others.

Lian Chengmo naturally saw her actions, but he subtly shielded the little girl from the gazes of the Yao Li Village people.

From an angle unseen by others, Lian Chengmo smiled slightly. It's always a good thing for the little girl to know how to be cautious.

What's reassuring is that although the people of Yaoli Village were curious about the children, no one came over due to Yao Lizheng's suppression.

Even though some children were drooling with envy as they watched Banxia and the others drink porridge, their mothers stopped them from doing so.

Just kidding. When that boy came over to thank the village head, he said that the rice was only obtained by killing a few thieves.

They were afraid to risk their lives and dared not compete with these reckless creatures for food.

Of course, most importantly, the people of Yaoli Village are not short of food for the time being.

Banxia looked at the people of Yaoli Village, each holding a wild vegetable and black flour bun, and felt a sore throat.

Not to mention her, even the original owner had never eaten such shabby food. Looking at the few pieces of brown rice she had at home, Banxia decided that she had to find something to eat in a couple of days.

As for why it was two days later, it was obviously because she needed to investigate whether Yao Li Village was trustworthy.

That night, Banxia and the others slept on the ground with the villagers of Yaoli Village. In April and May, they were not cold at night because they covered themselves with clothes and quilts.

The next day, Banxia got up very early, stretched, and began to rummage through her basket.

They took out the last few melons and quickly distributed them to the children, then secretly ate some dried meat while hiding from each other.

With to carry things and hold the child, Banxia didn't skimp on herself. She ate her fill of dried meat before packing up and setting off with the rest of the group.

Behind Yao Licun's group, five men with varying degrees of injury looked ahead with gloomy expressions.