Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

In the middle of the night, Huo Chang'an was woken up by someone touching him.

His thin linen clothes had been lifted up to his chest.

A pair of soft little hands tapped and patted her waist and abdomen.

"One, two, three... No, that's not right, count again."

"One, two, three... one more time."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, why is it six yuan? Everyone else's is eight yuan, why is yours two yuan less?"

The woman muttered to herself as she continued searching.

Huo Chang'an grabbed her hand and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Who's eight pieces?"

"Everyone else gets eight yuan, you only get six, but you're really good-looking!"

Sang Ning was happily touching a male model in her dream.

But the male model's face suddenly changed, turning into Huo Chang'an's face.

It's a face without scars.

My goodness, it's so beautiful! Would you let someone touch this for 1000 yuan?

She wouldn't be willing to spend any more money!

Oh no, I've already touched it, will I be forced to make a purchase?

Sang Ning was startled awake.

"Huo Chang'an, why are you pinching my hand? It hurts!"

When his hand was released, Sang Ning pulled it back immediately, wanting to get away from him, and almost fell off the bed again.

"That's enough!" she said angrily.

"Who's not enough? Mu Yang? Does he have eight-pack abs?"

The man's voice was as deep as the night, as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved, and it sounded somewhat terrifying.

Sang Ning was astonished: "How do you know Mu Yang?"

Is it related to dog space?

Could Huo Chang'an possibly have glimpsed her life experiences?

he……

“You said it yourself when you heated it up last time.”

Uh.

Sang Ning immediately stopped her inner screaming like a groundhog.

Think more.

It turns out I blurted it out myself.

Her spirits immediately deflated, she yawned, twisted her body, and adjusted her sleeping position.

She muttered to herself: If Mu Yang had that kind of figure, could she have remained a pure love warrior for four years?

A woman doesn't want to eat meat because she hasn't encountered any dishes that are visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious enough to whet her appetite!

"What did you say?"

I didn't hear you clearly.

"Ning'er... Sang Ning!"

Sleep when you want to! Sleep when you can't finish talking!

Hate!

Dawn breaks in the sky.

The courtyard was bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

Outside the door, another person was already squatting there early.

No, this time there are two people.

Huo Jingya opened the door again.

"When did you arrive? Why didn't you knock?"

Liu Dong chuckled, "It's not early, it's not early either."

Still not early? Your hair is still damp at the tips! You must have arrived before dawn!

"Daughter, the wheeled chair is finished, we'll bring it over as soon as possible," said Old Man Liu, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Wow, it's done so quickly? Hurry up and bring it in so my fourth brother can try it!"

Sang Ning hadn't expected Liu Dong to be so efficient, finishing the job in just two days.

Moreover, it was made to a very high standard; the wood was sanded smooth, and the joints were flexible.

Huo Chang'an was helped to sit down.

Her entire demeanor changed.

His eyebrows were like sword peaks, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his posture was like a pine tree standing on a cliff. His silence revealed a sharpness that could no longer be concealed.

Even dressed in linen clothes, his extraordinary temperament remained undiminished, highlighting his originally noble status.

Liu Dong and Old Man Liu almost knelt down.

He truly deserves to be called the young master of the Marquis's family; he is an outstanding individual. It's a pity that he is disfigured and unable to walk properly.

What a pity, what a pity.

The old lady covered her mouth, her eyes stinging with tears.

She seemed to see her youngest son again, when he was perfectly healthy.

It's not a cripple lying limply on the ground.

They sat up and straightened up.

They will definitely get back on their feet little by little.

"Fourth brother..."

"Fourth brother..."

"Fourth Uncle..."

The family was overjoyed.

Only Sang Ning was distracted.

Seeing that Huo Chang'an's back is very straight, I wonder if his ability to carry on the family line has been repaired yet?

Huo Chang'an's excited heartbeat gradually subsided.

His gaze swept over Sang Ning's unsmiling face.

What is she thinking, without saying a word?

“Mrs. Sang, it’s like this…” Liu Dong rubbed his hands together, awkwardly expressing his predicament.

"That's right, we've been exiled here, you know we have no land to farm and we're short of food! So we're hurrying to prepare this so we can come and ask you for some food as soon as possible."

Um, if it's convenient for you...

"Understood, understood! I'll go get it."

Not only should we give, we can give even more.

We must not let honest people down.

Old Liu chuckled and said to his son, "I told you not to worry, Madam Sang is kind-hearted!"

The old lady laughed and said, "It's not that she's kind-hearted. My daughter-in-law is very perceptive. If someone treats her sincerely, she will treat them sincerely in return. But if someone thinks they're clever, she won't let them get away with it!"

Old Man Liu and Liu Dong agreed repeatedly.

Sang Ning brought out a large earthenware jar and called the father and son closer: "What are you using to hold this?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Liu Dong unbuttoned his shirt and took a satchel off his shoulder.

He felt embarrassed because he had heard many people talking about the Huo family today, saying that they were heartless, cut off their own path to survival, and that they acted like nobles, coming to Liangzhou to show off their power, etc. In short, they didn't like what they heard.

To be honest, he was quite worried after hearing that.

I'm afraid that the hope I've been waiting for will be dashed.

You're worrying unnecessarily.

Liu Dong held up the satchel while Sang Ning carried the jar and poured the contents inside.

This fall gave Liu Dong quite a fright.

What kind of corn is this? The grains are so big!

How could we bear to eat this? We should use it for seed!

"That's enough, that's more than three liters!" Old Man Liu hurriedly stopped him.

He farmed all his life, and besides his children and grandchildren, the crops in his fields were what he cherished most.

During an autumn harvest, he could touch the grains more than a dozen times.

You can estimate its approximate weight by simply lifting it.

This must be more than three liters.

"Weigh it with a weight and pour out the excess."

Sang Ning waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, more is more. We're counting on you guys to build the kang (heated brick bed) later!"

The Liu father and son were stunned again.

The Huo family, displaying their foolishness, pretended to know nothing about the sudden abundance of corn in their home.

No one went to check.

Anyway, if Sang Ning said she bought it from the street, then she must have bought it!

"Sister-in-law, shall we go out and spread the truth in the streets?" Huo Jingya couldn't wait any longer.

The task assigned by Fourth Sister-in-law must be completed as soon as possible.

"Mother, Aunt, I want to go too!" Jintang shouted.

“No, you’re a patient now. You and your fourth uncle and third sister-in-law should stay home. If anyone comes, you’ll have to pretend to be sick,” Li Yuzhi warned sternly.

Jintang's face fell instantly, and she painfully picked up a wooden stick from behind the door.

You have to practice kung fu at home, or your fourth uncle will slap your palms if you don't do it well.

"Huh? What kind of stick is this? The pattern is so unique."

It looks freshly cut.

"Your fourth aunt found this for you, saying that this wood is not easy to break," Huo Chang'an said.

"So you better be serious and don't let your aunt down."

OK.

He was very serious, but he just couldn't get it right.

He's simply not cut out for martial arts.

Jintang dared not show her frustration any longer and obediently practiced with the stick. Jinxiu also picked up a small stick and swung it around beside her.

……

Huo Jingya and Li Yuzhi ran into Mo Cuiyu and Qiao Dangui, who had come to find them, as soon as they stepped out.

Qiao Dangui looked anxious and asked immediately, "Sister-in-law, I heard that Fourth Sister-in-law claimed she could find water?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"If we find water, I wonder if the prefect will show leniency to my elder brother and husband. They are still imprisoned, and my father-in-law has been pleading for them outside the yamen." Qiao Dangui wiped away her tears.

"Finding water is also thanks to our family," Li Yuzhi emphasized first.

“But we all share the surname Huo. If we really find water, it will definitely benefit your family. Maybe the prefect will be so pleased that he will release them.”