The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

Zhang Xiaowu smiled brightly, reached out and patted Meng Liang's shoulder a few times, and said in a brisk tone, "My grandson, be good, grandpa forgives you."

Zhang Xiaowu felt a little pity in his heart. He wanted to pat Meng Liang on the head.

Alas, in order not to offend Meng Liang, I can only put away the little Jiujiu in my heart.

Zhang Xiaowu's shot knocked Meng Liang to the spot.

He never expected that Zhang Xiaowu would pat him on the shoulder and say those words.

This is really going to piss him off.

No, I feel dizzy and my head hurts even more.

Rolling his eyes, Meng Liang really fainted from anger. Before he fainted, he struggled to say, "No need for needles, I can just sleep."

After saying that, he fainted.

This time, his men were in a hurry again.

The scene in front of me looked extremely comfortable.

Feng Jiuyan hid in an inconspicuous place and snickered, flicked her sleeves, turned and left, hiding her merit and fame.

Smacking their lips, everyone dispersed on the spot with satisfaction. I was afraid that if I walked slower, Meng Liang would target him in the future.

Feng Jiuyan returned to Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli and lowered her voice, saying, "A'niang, A'li, you guys rest for a while and take a nap. Judging from Meng Liang's condition, I'm afraid it will take a while before we can set off." I'll take care of the pheasants I just hunted."

Mrs. Feng's eyes were slightly red. Her family of four lived on the border. Although the conditions were difficult, her daughter had never done such menial work.

But in just two years, his daughter actually knew how to kill chickens.

One can imagine how difficult it is for her daughter to live in the capital.

Mrs. Feng wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves and said quickly, "Ayan, come and have a rest for a while. We are knitting straw hats and hunting pheasants again. You are also very tired. Later, you can teach me the lesson later. Grandma, grandma will do these jobs from now on."

Feng Jiuyan's heart warmed up and she smiled brightly, "Mom, I'm not tired. I'll finish cooking the pheasant soon. You can take Ah Li to have a good rest now. Next time, I will teach Ah Li a lesson." Mother kills the chicken."

Mrs. Feng couldn't resist her daughter, so she had to take her youngest son to rest aside.

Feng Jiuyan walked with the pheasant to the place where Zhang Chong and others were resting.

Zhang Chong was holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, and he was sitting lazily on a big tree, with his right leg on his left leg, swaying one after another. He looked up and saw Feng Jiuyan standing in front of him carrying a pheasant.

Because Feng Jiuyan made their nemesis Meng Liang moan and groan today, Zhang Chong and others felt extremely comfortable. Therefore, Zhang Chong was also very happy to see Feng Jiuyan at this moment.

Looking up, Zhang Chong asked cheerfully, "What do you want Miss Feng to do? Tell me."

"Here," Feng Jiuyan raised the pheasant in her hand, "I want to borrow your knife and pot to kill the pheasant."

"no problem."

Zhang Chong was very happy and took out a sharp dagger from his side and threw it to Feng Jiuyan. "I can only borrow time for a cup of tea." Then he winked at an official beside him and said, "Go and get a pot for Miss Feng to use for a while."

After Feng Jiuyan got the pot, she found a place near the stream, set the pot up, and filled the pot with water. Then he picked up some more firewood, and using the cover of his sleeves, he took out a firewood bag from the space and started burning the firewood.

Soon, the water in the pot boiled.

Feng Jiuyan wiped the chicken neck cleanly with a knife. But because the chicken had been dead for a while, not much blood came out.

The prisoner's fiery eyes were fixed on the pheasant in Feng Jiuyan's hand, wishing that his soul could penetrate Feng Jiuyan and take the pheasant as his own.

Of course Feng Jiuyan could feel the envious and jealous eyes of everyone, but she was too lazy to pay attention to them. They can't defeat her anyway, so let them continue to be envious and jealous.

She threw the chicken into the pot and scalded it for a few minutes, then took the chicken to the stream to pluck its feathers, disembowel it, and clean the pheasant.

Feng Jiuyan returned the dagger and iron pot to Zhang Chong, and then walked back to Mrs. Feng carrying a pheasant weighing about three kilograms.

The distance of just a few meters is already enviable to everyone.

Many people's eyes were fixed on the pheasant in Feng Jiuyan's hand. Some people even offered money to buy the pheasant, but Feng Jiuyan refused directly.

The people in the second and third bedrooms of the Feng family have long been eyeing Feng Jiuyan's pheasant.

Mrs. Feng called to Second Master Feng and Third Master Feng, "You two go and tell Girl Yan that I have been weak recently and want to eat chicken."

Second Master Feng and Third Master Feng's skin tightened. They had suffered a lot at Feng Jiuyan's hands.

But... they both swallowed at the same time.

It’s not that they healed the scar and forgot about the pain, it’s just that the naked pheasant was too tempting.

Even if they are broken into pieces, they must eat pheasant today!

Second Master Feng's thoughts changed and he said quickly, "Mom, don't worry. We are not good at cooking. Even if we have pheasants in our hands, we can't cook them. Wouldn't it be a waste? But that bitch is different. , since he can weave straw hats, his cooking skills must be better than ours. So, let’s wait until that bitch is done cooking, and then we can beg for the pheasant meat!”

Everyone in the second and third bedrooms of the Feng family agreed very much. Even Mrs. Feng, whose daughter was dragged away and beaten all over with bruises, also agreed with Master Feng's idea.

In this way, Feng Jiuyan returned to Mrs. Feng despite everyone's ulterior motives. She took out two pieces of oil paper from the "baggage" she was carrying and carefully wrapped the slaughtered pheasant.

Ancient oil paper is waterproof and moisture-proof. This way you don't have to worry about blood spilling out.

Feng Jiuyan put the wrapped pheasant into the bag. She sat on the ground, leaning against a big tree, closed her eyes, hugged her bundle and fell asleep.

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After Feng Jiuyan slept for a long time, the exile team continued to leave.

Because Meng Liang was injured and delayed his trip, the afternoon journey was very hasty and difficult. Along the way, I basically didn't stop to rest, I just kept going.

The afternoon sun was the hottest, burning everyone's lips. Many prisoners pretended to be dazed and wanted to rest for a while, but were beaten mercilessly by the officers with whips.

The three members of Feng Jiuyan's family wore straw hats on their heads, and since she fed her mother and brother some spiritual spring water from time to time, they were not as miserable as other prisoners when they were on their way.

On the way, Feng Jiuyan also made some small moves.

She reached into the bag and put the pheasant wrapped in oil paper into the space.

Then, use your mind to pour the cooking wine, onions, ginger, garlic, oyster sauce, soy sauce, thirteen spices and other seasonings into the basin containing the pheasant to marinate the pheasant.

Finally, when the moon hung over the branches, the exile team finally stopped.

"Due to the delay in our journey today, we can't get to the inn. Therefore, we can only camp in the wild tonight. You choose a place and rest on the spot. We will continue our journey tomorrow morning!"