The rough guy who wears it fast is too strong

The sky was getting dark, and it was time to start preparing to camp and cook dinner, so the village chief decided not to continue walking here.

After Ye Huai dug out a piece of cassava, Chu Li cut it open with a kitchen knife and confirmed that it was the kind of cassava that can be detoxicated when cooked. He nodded, "It is indeed edible cassava."

Hearing what Chu Li said, the villagers rushed to dig. There was a lot of cassava in this large area, and each family dug a dozen cassava.

While Ye Huai and Chu Shan were digging cassava, Wenlan Chuli and Su Baimo started cooking, and the dug cassava was used as today's staple food.

Other village women followed Chu Li's method, first peeling and cleaning, and then put it directly into the pot to cook.

At this time, a sinister voice sounded, "Hey, you dare to eat anything, otherwise you will be poisoned to death!"

Before Huang could finish her words, a tough woman not far from her stood up angrily and said, "Did you eat shit, you damn bitch? You cursed us to poison us, you have such a bad mouth! You don't want to dig it out!" Just don’t dig, no one is forcing you!

The woman was a well-known shrew in the village. Huang's face turned black when she was scolded, and she did not dare to say another word. After muttering something, she lowered her head and started pretending to be busy.

An Mu's expression was not very good, and he looked at Mrs. Huang displeased, "Mom, how can you say such things..." Maintaining good relations with the villagers is good for us orphans and widowed mothers. After we are offended, who can we turn to if anything happens?"

Huang realized her mistake and said with a stern expression, "Son, mother is wrong. Mother must be careful what she says in the future."

"Mom, go dig some cassava too. If we're afraid it's poisonous, we'll wait until someone eats it before we eat it. Our food tank is all bottomed out, isn't it?"

Huang wanted to retort, but seeing An Mu's expression, she didn't dare to speak. She reluctantly wandered to a place where no one was paying attention, and started digging cassava with a hoe.

Someone noticed Mr. Huang who was also digging cassava not far away, and twitched his lips, "Aren't some people afraid of being poisoned? Why don't you dig cassava yourself?"

The sound was not loud, but Mrs. Huang heard it. She pretended not to hear it and muttered, "My son asked me to dig it. I won't eat it for a while."

When An Mu saw Huang going to dig cassava, he put down the book in his hand and looked at Chu Li who was cooking cassava.

Just as a breeze blew over her cheek, the broken hair tied behind her ears fell down. As the breeze gently swayed in front of her delicate chin, her fair and delicate skin was smudged with a light glow under the afterglow of the setting sun. Thin red.

While she was working on her hands, she was talking and laughing with Su Baimo beside her. Sometimes her eyebrows were crooked, sometimes she smiled evilly, sometimes she was teasing slyly, and she was as agile as a little demon. An Mu couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

At this moment, Ye Huai came to help her after digging cassava. I don’t know what he said. Chu Li rolled up Ye Huai’s trouser legs and leaned down to check for him. Ye Huai naturally helped her tie up the loose hair on her head. bring.

From An Mu's point of view, the posture of the two of them at this time was like Chu Li lying in Ye Huai's arms. An Mu's face turned pale immediately.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze shot towards him.

An Mu looked away from Chu Li and saw Ye Huai's long, narrow and deep eyes staring at him sharply, his eyes as cold as the biting cold wind.

After An Mu paused for a moment, he quickly looked away. He couldn't understand why Ye Huai made him feel scared...

Picking up the book next to him, he wanted to calm down and continue studying, but his mind was filled with the scene of Chu Li and Ye Huai's natural interaction just now, and he had no intention of reading at all.

I originally thought that if I hugged her for a few days, she would take the initiative to come over and ask for peace, but after so many days, she actually showed no sign. Looking at the scene just now, is she just like this?

An Mu gritted his teeth and held the book in his hand tighter, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

She was obviously circling around him half a month ago, but in just a few days, she was already flirting with others. It was really shameless!

Haha, are you interested in the identity of the son of an official in Yehuai and want to marry him?

He is just the son of an official who was demoted to a local government. Who knows what crime he has committed... Does she still think that she has a golden lap?

Furthermore, marriage is all about a well-matched family. No matter how poor a family is, they are from a high family. How can they allow their son to marry a country woman?

It would be nice to have her as my concubine...

She will definitely regret it when he is one of the top three in high school and stays in Beijing as an official! Thinking of this, An Mu's face improved a lot.

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Chu Li's cassava was cooked quickly, and the surrounding villagers gathered around after smelling the aroma, "This stuff is quite fragrant."

"It tastes a bit like sweet potatoes."

"It's really, a bit like it."

The villagers were busy discussing. Chu Li took out a piece and put it in his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up. Unexpectedly, it tasted pretty good, a bit like potatoes...

Wen Lan invited the surrounding villagers to come and have a taste. The villagers all politely declined with smiles. In the famine years, it was not a family relationship. Everyone was very conscious and would not eat other people's food casually.

"Chu Fuxing, please check for me, is my cassava cooked?" A village woman in coarse linen clothes came to Chu Li embarrassedly.

"It's ripe. This thing is similar to a sweet potato. This way it means it's ripe." Chu Li looked at her cassava and nodded in confirmation.

"Hey, okay, thank you Chu Fuxing."

Soon, as the cassava was cooked one by one, the aroma spread, and the villagers who were originally reluctant to eat began to boldly try it.

"Yeah! This thing is delicious!"

"Yes, yes! I'm quite satisfied, and I can save a lot of food this time!"

"The girl from the Chu family is really lucky!"

......

Huang, who originally said she wouldn't eat it, secretly cooked two sticks...

After dinner, it was completely dark. The villagers lit torches and dug up all the cassava. Every household was beaming with joy, especially those whose rice jars had bottomed out. They were extremely happy at this time.

Early the next morning, the villagers searched for all the cassava they could find nearby, and then reluctantly set out for Guanshan County.

It took four days of walking to reach Guanshan County. It was noon when we arrived at Guanshan County.

After the originally excited and expectant villagers saw the closed gate of Guanshan County and the several groups of refugees surrounding the gate, everyone's hearts sank again.

"Village chief, the city gate guards won't let you in. If you want to go in, you have to pay a hundred pence. And you have to come out at the time of the hour. Once the time is up, the city guards will start chasing people away. If you don't leave, you will be beaten."

Zhuzi and Ergou went to the door to inquire and came back with angry expressions on their faces.

"Village chief, didn't you say that disaster relief food has been distributed from Beijing? Your Majesty has also decreed that the victims should be resettled in the nearest county. Why doesn't Guanshan County allow us to enter and does not distribute disaster relief food? Why do we have to pay when we enter the city?!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the village chief.

The village chief looked serious: "Zhuzi! Do you know how much trouble your words will cause if others hear them? Don't say such things again in the future."

Zhuzi was a little dissatisfied, "It's obviously...why...", he muttered a few words, but finally understood the power of it and said no more.

Ye Huai looked at the closed city gate and the grumpy toll-paying guard at the door. Then he looked at the group of hungry refugees in front of the city gate and the burnt bodies piled up on the wasteland not far from the city gate. The corpses should all be refugees who died of starvation, and their faces gradually turned cold...

My father allocated a full 300,000 taels of silver, but not a single cent of it went to the victims? !