Traveling through famine years, peasant girls hold space in their hands to store food

"Hey! The sweet-scented osmanthus has climbed up a high branch. Are you leaving this remote country?"

Several people in the courtyard turned to look at Mr. Zhu, who was leaning at the entrance of the courtyard.

Osmanthus frowned and looked at her. At this time, Feng replied to Zhu with a look of displeasure: "What are you farting over there? Go back and look after the child."

Mrs. Zhu was not angry. She was as thick-skinned as a city wall. She vomited melon seed peels all over the door and stood there making sarcastic remarks.

"Aunt Feng, what did I say wrong? Isn't Osmanthus going to follow the nobles? Isn't what I said wrong?"

Zhu Shi said to everyone while twisting her hips.

Everyone around her doesn't like Mrs. Zhu very much. She's very carefree and takes advantage, and she's also a big talker. She always talks more about everyone's business.

At this time, they saw that Zhu not only did not leave, but also kept staring at Guihua's room, looking around.

Feng Shi persuaded Guihua not to pay attention to her, since she was leaving soon anyway, and she would be out of sight and out of mind from now on.

"Thank you all, aunties." Guihua sincerely thanked everyone with a smile on her face. At this time, the village chief thanked everyone for Guihua and wanted to buy some food to distribute to the people who had been helping her before, without waiting for others to speak.

Mrs. Zhu listened and hurriedly ran up to ask the village chief when the food would be distributed.

"What does it have to do with you whether to separate or not? When did you help Osmanthus fragrans? Just don't bully others. Go home."

The village chief rushed the Zhu family impatiently, but how could she be so easy to get rid of? Her little eyes were wandering around, looking at the two carriages parked outside the yard, she suddenly got a plan on her mind, turned around and walked quickly towards He ran towards his yard.

The village chief was relieved to see that Zhu left on his own. At this time, Feng who was next to him persuaded him not to be too happy too early.

Lu Qingqing in the room also finished her breakfast quickly. Aunt Feng and the others helped clear the table and dishes. Here, the Feng family helped Guihua collect some simple clothes.

Osmanthus took out two more brand-new quilts, and Feng persuaded her to bring some with her. She didn't know what kind of weather she would encounter along the way, so she should be more careful outside.

Aunt Feng and others helped Guihua load her luggage into the carriage. They felt uncomfortable watching the tearful Guihua say goodbye to everyone.

Sister Rouer carried Baoer and got on the carriage first. At this time, Ziyue and the others followed their master out of the room and walked towards the carriage outside the yard.

"Well, I'll leave it to you, the noble Osmanthus..." Feng didn't directly name Lu Qingqing's identity due to the presence of someone else, and said goodbye to Lu Qingqing hesitantly.

Lu Qingqing nodded slightly to reassure the Feng couple.

Just when Lu Qingqing was about to get on the carriage, Mrs. Zhu pulled her daughter towards her from a distance, shouting as she ran.

"My lord, wait a minute, wait a minute!" When the village chief saw that it was the mother and daughter of the Zhu family, he quickly pulled away the nagging Feng family and asked Ziyao and the others to help their master get into the car quickly and ignore the crazy woman. son.

Lu Qingqing also saw the village chief and his wife and the people around them looking at the people running with disgust, and knew that this was not a fuel-efficient lamp. After neatly getting on the carriage, she ordered Ling Feng to set off.

"Yes, master, sit still." As he said that, everyone moved out of the way, Lingfeng flicked off his whip and drove the carriage toward the outside of the village.

When Mrs. Zhu saw that the two carriages had already set off, her two thick legs moved faster. Her daughter beside her, who was already fat and tired, was panting.

"Oh, you are still shouting, why did you let someone leave? You have good legs and feet. Help my aunt to chase him."

Mrs. Zhu gasped for breath and directed the young man next to her.

The young man glanced at the village chief in front of him and saw that his face was dark and gloomy. He did not dare to speak any more and spread his hands towards Zhu in embarrassment.

"What are you doing chasing someone's carriage?" the village chief yelled at Zhu in displeasure.

Mrs. Zhu, however, acted confidently and pushed her daughter forward, saying that she didn't think about them even if she had good things to do. His daughter could also be taken away by noble people, right?

The village chief knew that she was not holding it in, so he glared at Mrs. Zhu angrily and shouted: "How can a mother send her child to be a slave? It's not like their family has no food to eat."

The villagers nearby echoed the village chief's words and accused Zhu, but Zhu, who was definitely thick-skinned, didn't care about this. She curled her lips and retorted to everyone, "Didn't Osmanthus follow the nobleman?" Couldn't her daughter enjoy the blessings with the nobles?

"Get out, get back here." The village chief didn't want to hear Zhu's nonsense and roared at her. Seeing that the village chief was really anxious, Zhu didn't dare to continue to contradict her. She pulled her daughter and muttered. Walk towards your home.

"If you don't give in, you won't give in. Why are you so arrogant?"

When the village chief heard her incessant murmurings and was about to get angry, his daughter-in-law Feng grabbed him and persuaded him that he still had things to do and told the surrounding villagers to go back.

Before Osmanthus left, he also mentioned the people he wanted to thank. He also wanted to buy food. He also told everyone about the school. When the villagers heard that Osmanthus had done such a good deed to the village before leaving, they all looked towards them. Looking outside the village, I felt very uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's all go back."

The village chief and his wife locked the courtyard door of Guihua's house and turned and left.

Osmanthus sat in the carriage, and Nanny Feng talked to her about her master's preferences, so that she didn't have to worry about how to serve her master.

At this time, the master is surrounded by Biyun and Xia Yun. They only need to help him. This time the master is going to Qizhou.

Thinking that her master would make arrangements for them when they arrived in Qizhou, Guihua nodded lightly and then looked at Sister Rouer opposite.

With sharp eyes, she saw the bangs in front of Rou'er's forehead being blown by the wind, revealing the hot characters of "Sin Slave", and her eyes shrank sharply. Huan'er next to her was always wearing a veil, so that people could not see her face clearly, but that There was a hint of sadness in his clear eyes.

I guess these sisters also have stories to tell. She nodded slightly to the two of them and said politely that she hoped they would take more care of them in the future.

"Aunt Osmanthus, can we call you now? From now on, we will help each other when we work together for the master. My sister and I also know nothing about everything, and we rely on Aunt Feng for guidance every day."

Huan'er was very talkative and straightforward, which made Guihua feel a lot less worried. She nodded lightly and responded to a few people with a smile.

Xie Kui, who was driving the car outside, spoke up and said, "Don't be nervous, sister Osmanthus fragrans. I was also rescued by my master on the way before. My master is the living Bodhisattva who is very kind."

Aunt Feng listened to Xie Kui's words and nodded with a smile on her face. She looked at Guihua's age, which was the same as that of Xie Kui. If the two of them...

What was she thinking at this time? The master had to make the final decision on these matters.