"Yes, everything has been taken care of." Feng Jiuyan nodded and smiled, not feeling guilty at all. "How about you, have you picked the wild vegetables too?"

"Yeah, they're all picked."

"You are really capable. Here, this is your reward." After saying that, Feng Jiuyan gave each of them a few pine nut candies.

This was bought in Qingzhou City to comfort my children.

Feng Jiuli and Song Ning smiled instantly, "Thank you, sister."

"Thank you, Sister Feng."

"You're welcome." Feng Jiuyan said with a smile.

She looked at Song Chen, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What about you, do you want to have a few too?"

Song Chen quickly shook his head and waved his hands, "No, no. I don't like sweet, so let's give it to the two of them."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

This scene was a bit dazzling to Yan Ci.

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Ping asked.

"Oh, no." Yan Ci replied in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, let's stop here for today." After saying that, Qiao Ping let go of Yan Ci's shoulders and walked forward on his own, no longer paying attention to him.

Yan Ci: "......"

This person is really incomprehensible!

He walked back to the donkey cart in a bad mood.

At this time, Feng Jiuyan and her brother had already walked into the carriage, leaving only Song Chen and his sister on the shaft.

Yan Ci stared at Song Chen with his eyes not eyes and his nose not nose.

Song Chen suddenly felt a burning gaze falling on him. The feeling was so strong that he couldn't help but tremble. He slowly turned his head and, with his keen intuition, accurately found the owner of that gaze.

When he saw Yan Ci staring at him with wide eyes, he was full of confusion. He was completely confused about the situation and didn't understand how he had offended this person.

He frowned and thought carefully about his recent actions, trying to find out the reasons that might have made Yan Ci unhappy. However, after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure it out.

He secretly wondered what was going on with Yan Ci? Why was he looking at him with such hostile eyes?

He really couldn't figure it out, and his heart was filled with confusion and puzzlement.

Song Chen had a warm smile on his face, and he bowed to Yan Ci and said, "Brother Yan, I wonder if I did something wrong to upset you?"

Yan Ci raised the corner of his lips, "No, Brother Song thinks too much."

As soon as the words came out, Yan Ci was stunned.

What's wrong with him? Why is he speaking so sourly?

He couldn't figure it out.

He simply turned his head away and stopped looking at Song Chen.

......

The exile team was moving forward without stopping, and every prisoner in the team dared not have the slightest thought of slacking off or being lazy, let alone making a single move of laziness.

The reason why they stopped being lazy was not only because they were afraid of the whips wielded by the officials, but also because the severe pain from the whips on their bodies made them dare not disobey in the slightest.

More importantly, they felt deeply the biting cold of the north.

It was only late autumn, and they all began to wear thin cotton clothes. In the imperial capital, they would only wear long sleeves.

If it was so cold in late autumn, they couldn’t imagine how cold winter would be.

They understood that if they could not reach Youzhou successfully before winter, they would most likely be frozen to death by the severe cold weather.

Furthermore, after what happened at Black Wind Village, they just wanted to reach the place of exile as soon as possible, which would be safer.

Therefore, no one dared to be lazy and delay the journey of the exile team as they did before.

The sun gradually set in the west, and a gorgeous sunset glow appeared on the horizon, dyeing the sky a fiery red. However, the exile team had no intention of stopping and continued to trudge on.

It was not until the fiery red sun slowly set in the west, leaving only a last ray of afterglow in the sky and the whole world was shrouded in a hazy twilight, that the officials allowed everyone to stop their tired steps and find a suitable place to rest.

Feng Jiuyan and his family took great pains to finally find a place with a good location. This place not only kept a certain distance from the crowd, avoiding them from a distance, but also adjacent to the resting place of Zhang Chong, Zhang Xiaowu and other officials.

Such a location ensures that they can be taken care of by officials at any time while ensuring their safety. It is indeed a safer choice.

Soon, the officers lit torches.

Feng Jiuyan's family of three, Zhang Chong, Zhang Xiaowu, Song Chen and his sister, and Yan Ci, divided the work and worked together to prepare dinner.

Song Chen and Zhang Xiaowu built the stove, Madam Feng, Feng Jiuli, Song Ning and Zhang Chong were responsible for collecting firewood, and Feng Jiuyan was still the chef, responsible for cooking.

Only Yan Ci was left. No one knew what he was thinking. He actually followed Feng Jiuyan under the pretext of protecting her and helped her.

Seeing the tempting aroma of rice gradually filling the pot, Feng Jiuyan began to prepare to cook the crayfish in an orderly manner.

She returned to the donkey cart alone, and took out the processed crayfish from the space under the cover of the carriage, and then took out a large jar of daughter red wine bought in Qingzhou City. Then, she took out a packet of spicy crayfish seasoning and a packet of garlic crayfish seasoning from the space, and poured them into the bamboo tube for later use.

In this way, if anyone asks, they can just say that they mixed it themselves.

Yan Ci was a little unfamiliar and clumsy when he was lighting the fire. He tried hard to fiddle with the firewood, trying to make the fire burn more vigorously. Feng Jiuyan glanced at him inadvertently, and a hint of emotion flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say anything after all, just silently watching his every move.

After a while, the oil in the pot gradually heated up, and Feng Jiuyan carefully poured all the processed crayfish into it.

There was a crackling sound, and the crayfish rolled in the hot oil, being fried golden. After a while, Feng Jiuyan scooped out the crayfish with a colander and set it aside for later use.

Next, Feng Jiuyan put various spices into the pot and kept stir-frying them with a spatula. Under the effect of the hot oil, the spices gave off a rich and tempting aroma.

Soon, the spices were fried until they smelled fragrant. Feng Jiuyan poured the fried crayfish into the pot again and stir-fried them skillfully.

At this moment, a domineering and unique fragrance suddenly spread and quickly filled the entire camp.

The fragrance was so strong and tempting that all the prisoners couldn't help but stretch their necks and widen their eyes to see what was going on.

Their eyes were full of desire and curiosity, as if they were firmly attracted by the fragrance and unable to extricate themselves.