"Let me do it. By the way, why didn't you take out the medicine earlier? You should have brewed a bowl of medicine and fed it to me before meals." Zhu Xiu couldn't stand it anymore. She took the earthenware pot, poured in the medicinal herbs and two bowls of water, and then placed the pot on the stove made of two stones.

"I...I don't know." Zhang Qingyu's beautiful eyes filled with tears, her expression one of self-reproach and guilt.

"Alright, no one's blaming you. There's not even a doctor here, so it's normal that you can't remember." Zhu Xiu felt sorry for her as she sobbed beside her and offered a few words of comfort.

Zhong Qingyi opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately said nothing. In fact, he knew that the serious injury would definitely cause a high fever, but his mind was not on the Zhang family, so he didn't think about it.

Half an hour later, Song Zhuiyan returned. She sat down casually next to Zhong Qingyi and whispered, "They buried the person and then came back."

"That's good." Zhong Qingyi nodded.

The two men didn't speak again. After a while, the two brothers returned to the dilapidated temple, went back to their original resting place, lay down, and fell asleep instantly, judging from their breathing.

Song Zhuiyan and Zhong Qingyi exchanged a quick glance, and the former said, "It should be fine now, I'll go rest." Then Song Zhuiyan lay down next to Song Tantan and closed her eyes to sleep.

On Song Tantan's other side was Ye Moxun. This guy was shameless. He said he wanted to sleep with Song Tantan, and he would do everything he could to squeeze next to her. No one could get rid of him.

The night passed peacefully. In the morning, Zhu Xiu and Zhao Si Niang cooked a large pot of porridge. It was a bit thin, and everyone had a bowl. However, everyone drank it with great satisfaction.

After finishing their meal, they set off again. Last night, Zhao Bo's fever subsided half an hour after taking his medicine. Originally, Song Tantan had planned to give Zhao Bo ibuprofen if his fever didn't go down after taking the Chinese medicine, but unexpectedly, Zhao Bo had such a good constitution that his fever subsided after just one bowl of medicine.

Aside from using medicine from Song Tantan's space to treat the wounds, the medicine used afterwards was all brought by the Zhang family themselves, which saved Song Tantan a lot of trouble.

After walking for about an hour, Song Zhuiyan told everyone to stop and rest. Zhong Qingyi's hand injury was healing well. Today, Song Zhuiyan and Song Tantan walked in front, while Zhong Qingyi and Zhu Xiu walked behind.

"Brother Zhong, I feel like someone is following us." Song Zhuiyan was very perceptive; although she was walking in front, she still noticed something was amiss.

“It’s those two boys from the temple. I don’t know why they’ve been following us,” Zhong Qingyi winked and whispered, “We’ll do this later…”

In the bushes not far behind, a shorter boy squatted down, peeking out. "Brother, they've stopped to rest."

The taller man nodded. "Let's take a break too." He rubbed his flat stomach and swallowed hard as he looked at the water bags the people in front of him were holding.

They originally had some belongings, but during a refugee riot, all their belongings were looted, their father was beaten to death, and their mother was seriously injured. At first, their mother was able to keep going, but she collapsed not long after.

They had been living in the dilapidated temple for more than ten days. If it hadn't rained before, they probably would have starved to death long ago. They had survived all these days by drinking water and eating clay.

Yesterday, when they saw those people cooking porridge, he and his brother almost knelt down and begged them for some, but when they saw the large knives gleaming in their hands, they didn't have the courage to approach.

This morning, after watching them leave, the two brothers instinctively followed behind. They had nowhere to go; the world was so big, and they didn't know where to go. It didn't matter where they went, so they just kept following behind those people.

As the older brother was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. When he looked up, he saw that Zhong Qingyi had somehow appeared behind them, holding a sword to his neck.

"Brother, please spare us, we didn't mean to do anything. My brother and I just don't know where to go. We're the only ones left in our family. Please, please..." Before the younger brother could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes tightly closed, motionless.

Zhong Qingyi: "..." He didn't do anything, was he trying to stage an accident?

"Musheng, what's wrong? Wake up." The older brother started sobbing, wanting to squat down to check on his younger brother but not daring to.

"Stop crying. Your brother isn't dead. He probably just fainted from hunger." Zhong Qingyi's originally cold and hard expression softened considerably. The two brothers were so hungry that they were practically unrecognizable. Besides, they hadn't done anything to harm anyone, so he couldn't bring himself to speak harshly to them.

"Here, have some." Zhong Qingyi stuffed the fried rice wrapped in oil paper into the boy's hand, gave him a water bag, and left.

After returning, Zhong Qingyi told Song Zhuiyan about the two brothers' situation, "...I gave them some food, but they can't go on like this."

"You want to take them in? Do you have enough food to feed them?" Song Zhuiyan poured cold water on his enthusiasm. Seeing his expression stiffen, Song Zhuiyan's eyes flickered, and she softened her tone, "They didn't say they wanted to follow us, so don't rush to take them in. Wait until they speak up before you consider it."

Hearing her say that, Zhong Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that as long as Miss Song agreed, he could support the two brothers. But upon closer reflection, he realized that he couldn't even support himself.

“I can give them my rations,” Zhong Qingyi said hesitantly, because his own portion was also given to him by someone else.

"Fine, then you can go hungry from now on." Song Zhuiyan's expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion. In fact, she was cursing wildly in her heart: This idiot, he looks handsome and is quite clever, but I didn't expect him to be such a saint.

When they set off again, Mu Sheng had already woken up. He ate some fried rice and drank some water, regaining some strength. When he saw Zhong Qingyi and her group on their way, they followed them at a distance, but this time they didn't try to hide it and followed openly.

They followed for several days. Zhong Qingyi shook her head. How could the two brothers be so dense? They didn't even bother to go up and say that they wanted to go with the group so they could join in.

These past few days, Zhong Qingyi has been dividing two-thirds of his food to give to Musheng and Shuisheng, but this means he has to go hungry. He could only eat half full to begin with, and after taking away most of his food, he can barely stay alive from starvation.

Ye Moxun felt sorry for his uncle and kept pestering Song Tantan for food. Song Tantan got annoyed by the pestering and took a rice ball from the supermarket for him, but she could only give him one a day at most, which prevented Zhong Qingyi from starving to death.

Finally, Song Tantan got really annoyed and snapped at Ye Moxun, "Didn't you say you used to be a top student? Is this all the brains you have? Has your IQ dropped?"

"What did I do wrong? Explain yourself. Why are you suddenly mocking me for not being smart enough?" Ye Moxun laughed angrily. All he did was ask her for a rice ball every day. They were both modern people. Why should a time traveler make things difficult for another time traveler?

“Brother Wood is slow to understand, and your uncle doesn’t know how to be flexible either. It’s one thing for them to be stupid, but why are you the same?” Song Tantan looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Ye Moxun hesitated. He had thought about reminding his uncle, but he wanted to see how long his uncle and the wooden brothers could hold out, and whether they would only speak up when they were about to starve to death.

But he couldn't tell Song Tantan about his perverse tastes, otherwise she would definitely laugh at him for being childish and call him a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).