The prisoners who followed Feng Jiuyan and others in picking up prickly chestnuts were also laughed at by other prisoners.

"Pfft, you sycophant!"

"That's right, if they follow the eldest wife of the Feng family to pick up this stuff, will they give them pheasant soup to drink?"

"Hehe, that's possible. Just like the Song brother and sister. Look, they not only ride in a donkey cart, but also have meat for every meal." The person who spoke turned to look at the Song brother and sister, his tone sour.

No matter how these people ridiculed them, those who had identified Feng Jiuyan as the criminal in their hearts remained unmoved and continued to pick up the thorny shells on the ground.

Even if it's useless, you should still pick it up first. What if it's really edible? !

As a small number of prisoners joined in picking wild chestnuts, the pace of the exile team slowed down a bit.

The officer pulled out the whip tucked at his waist and hit one of the prisoners quickly, fiercely and accurately.

“Bang!”

The young man groaned, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His body was trembling with pain, but his hands were still tightly grasping the hem of his clothes covered with burrs.

The officer glared at the prisoner picking chestnuts and said coldly, "That's enough! If you dare to hold the team back again, I'll make sure you pay the price!"

The officers had shown some mercy, and it was only because Feng Jiuyan's family was also picking up thorn shells, so they didn't want to go too far and had to give them some face, otherwise the officers would definitely teach these procrastinating prisoners a lesson.

The prisoners trembled, holding the things containing wild chestnuts in their hands, and dared not say a word.

On the way, the prisoners also picked wild chestnuts, but they dared not dawdle and delay the exile team's journey.

Feng Jiuyan and his group of five were at the end of the exile team, picking chestnuts with great pleasure.

Soon, all the baskets in their hands were full.

These chestnuts were actually enough to eat, but considering that Song Chen and his sister were short of food, it would be better to pick more. Anyway, they were free anyway, so instead of wasting time sitting in the donkey cart, they might as well go down and pick chestnuts to kill time.

Having made up his mind, Feng Jiuyan got on the donkey cart again and entered the carriage. Then, he took out two large baskets from the space. Then he walked out of the carriage, came to the shaft, and fixed the baskets on the shaft.

There was no basket in the carriage. Anyway, only her mother and brother knew about it, and no one else had the chance to take a peek inside the carriage. Therefore, Feng Jiuyan was not worried about arousing suspicion.

Her mother has always believed that her things were taken out of the "cross-body bag" given by King Yama. Although she never said anything to Feng Jiuli, the little girl had already discovered the clues, but she didn't ask much and didn't expose her.

Sure enough, Feng Jiuli and Madam Feng glanced at the basket, acting as if they were used to it, and said nothing.

Feng Jiuli carried the small basket in her hand and grunted as she approached the shaft of the cart. "Sister, help me pour it."

Feng Jiuyan was very nimble, and he took the basket from Feng Jiuli and poured the wild chestnuts into it. The remaining people also brought it over, and asked Feng Jiuyan to pour the chestnuts from the basket into the basket.

There is strength in numbers, and soon the two large baskets were full.

Feng Jiuyan looked at the few people who were still busy picking chestnuts and said, "That's enough. No need to pick them up anymore."

Song Ning didn't even raise her head and continued what she was doing, "Sister Feng, let's stop when the basket is full."

Madam Feng also smiled and said, "Yes, let's fill the basket first. We have nothing to do anyway, so why not fill it up first."

So, they continued picking for a while, and only stopped when their baskets were full.

Feng Jiuyan and his family returned to the carriage, while Song Ning and Song Chen continued to sit on the shaft.

Under Feng Jiuyan's command, several people started to peel off the burr shells of wild chestnuts.

Some of the burr shells have turned brown and dried, and it is easy to peel off the burr shells. However, those with green burr shells are not only prickly, but also difficult to peel.

There is a machine in the space that is specially designed to peel off the burrs, but Feng Jiuyan couldn't take it out. It's not a good idea to directly put the two baskets of wild chestnuts into the space to peel them with the machine. There are two people sitting outside, and there is also a little carrot head in the car who needs to be dealt with.

Alas, Feng Jiuyan sighed in his heart. It is so difficult to eat a chestnut.

But fortunately, I have plenty of time, so I can peel it slowly and kill time.

The prickly, thorny shell and brown fruit separated, revealing thumb-sized conical chestnuts inside.

Worried that Feng Jiuli's little hands would be pricked, Feng Jiuyan didn't let Feng Jiuli help peel the chestnuts, but the little girl refused. Feng Jiuyan had no choice but to take out three pairs of latex gloves of appropriate thickness from her "messenger bag" to peel the chestnuts.

As for the Song Chen siblings, Feng Jiuyan gave up the idea of ​​giving them gloves.

It’s not that I can’t afford it, or that I’m reluctant to give it, but I’m worried about causing unnecessary trouble.

Feng Jiuli took the small latex gloves, put them on with the help of Feng Jiuyan, and happily continued to peel off the prickly burr shells.

Raising his eyes, he looked at Feng Jiuyan happily and lowered his voice, "Sister, it's amazing. After putting on this thing called gloves, my hands really don't get pricked anymore."

Other than that, no further questions were asked.

Feng Jiuyan secretly sighed that her brother was really very considerate, he didn't even ask about the origin of the gloves, his ideological awareness had improved a lot. This saved her a lot of trouble, she no longer had to push everything onto her grandfather who was far away in Beijing.

Mrs. Feng also put on gloves and tried to peel chestnuts. She was very surprised that the soft gloves could protect her hands well and prevent them from being pricked by the burrs.

She smiled from ear to ear, gave a thumbs up, and said in a low voice, "Ayan, this thing works well!"

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