They've spent quite a bit of time together, and Song Zhuiyan has always been in a dominant position. At first, perhaps it was her strength that made everyone subconsciously obey her and not dare to contradict her. But as they spent more time together, they became dependent on her and started to think that everything she said was right.

So when she assigned tasks to different people, no one had any objections, and they naturally divided the work and did it.

Zhang Qingyu saw this and kept it in mind. She had long realized that Song Zhuiyan carried a lot of weight among these people, and even Zhong Qingyi listened to her. If she wanted to stay in this group, gaining Song Zhuiyan's approval was the key.

"Miss Song, I have ten catties of rice and thirty catties of millet here. Please take them and cook them for everyone." Originally, they only had some dry food left, but Song Tantan and Zhong Qingyi found the cart that carried the goods. There were three hundred catties of grain on the cart, including fifty catties of wheat flour, one hundred catties of rice, and one hundred and fifty catties of millet.

Song Zhuiyan knew there was grain on the carriage, but because Song Tantan had even more refined grains in his spatial storage, she didn't care. She didn't covet the Zhang family's grain, and no one else dared to act recklessly.

Now that Zhang Qingyu is willing to offer rice and millet, it shows that she is smart. Song Zhuiyan's impression of her has improved. It was not a waste of time to save her. If she hadn't given a penny, Song Zhuiyan might have abandoned the Zhang sisters if they encountered danger on the road again.

During the meal, Song Zhuiyan told everyone, "Sister Zhang gave us ten catties of rice and thirty catties of millet, so we don't have to worry about food for the next few days. Let's take care of each other on the road ahead."

"It's only right. Everyone has their struggles, and it's fate that we can get together." Zhu Xiu's smile towards the Zhang family seemed more genuine.

"Thank you, Sister Zhang." Xiaoyu and Xiaomei also cleverly thanked Zhang Qingyu.

"I'm thirteen years old this year, born in the fourth month. I see that you are about the same age as me. I wonder who was born earlier?" Zhang Qingyu wanted to fit in with them as soon as possible, so she talked more than usual.

Xiaomei is more outgoing, and she spoke first: "My name is Xiaomei, and I'm also thirteen years old, but I was born in October, so I'm a few months younger than you. I should call you 'older sister'."

Xiaoyu, who was introverted, spoke very softly. When Xiaomei finished speaking and looked over, she hesitated for a while before saying, "I am Xiaoyu, and this is my younger brother Changsheng."

"It seems I'm older than all of you, but you can call me Qingyu from now on. This is my younger sister, Qingling. Qingling is twelve years old this year."

Song Tantan sat next to Song Zhuiyan, holding a wooden bowl and eating earnestly, while listening intently to Zhang Qingyu and the others' conversation. However, she wasn't interested in the content of their conversation, so she didn't interrupt.

"I'll sleep with you tonight." Ye Moxun always liked to stick close to her, as if he was afraid she would run away with her spatial ability.

"I'm with my aunt, and men and women shouldn't touch each other. Stay away from me." Song Tantan found this person extremely annoying. He was keeping a close watch on her, especially because of the food in her space.

"It's pointless for you to bring up these old-fashioned rules with me. I don't care, you don't care, and we don't care what others think." Ye Moxun found it amusing.

"No, I do care. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, you know? Be careful in the future, don't ruin my reputation." Song Tantan said seriously, her chubby face behaving like a mature woman.

"What's there to worry about? At worst, I'll marry you when you grow up. Or we can arrange a marriage now. I promise I won't take concubines or go out to brothels. I'll only be good to you. That's something no one else can do," Ye Moxun said confidently.

Song Tantan stared at his face for a while. She still liked Ye Moxun's face very much, and she could understand his thoughts. She could accept monogamy openly. However, she always felt that he was so aggrieved and accommodating for the sake of the food in her space.

Besides, she's not even six years old yet, why would she want to find a man for herself? She's not desperate to get married.

"Get away from me. Stop trying to seduce me. The food in my space is my and my aunt's private property. Stop trying to pull any tricks. If you're so capable, why don't you create your own space?"

Ye Moxun: If he had that ability, would he be following her around like a puppy every day?

"System, could you please create a space for me and put the property my parents gave me in my past life into that space for me to use?"

The system initially tried to feign death, but Ye Moxun persisted, leaving it with no choice but to say helplessly, "Host, possessing a space requires a stroke of luck; not everyone can carry one. Your possession of past life memories already puts you ahead of others..."

"Skip the fluff and get to the point," Ye Moxun communicated with the system telepathically.

"Okay, even if I don't have any skills right now, I can't cleave through space even at my peak." *sobs*

The two little ones often huddled together and whispered in each other's ears. Both of them were exquisitely beautiful, and their expressions were endearing no matter what they did. Everyone was used to seeing them whispering to each other.

Song Zhuiyan and Zhong Qingyi just smiled when they saw them like this, and didn't pay any attention to it. They just thought that Song Tantan and Ye Moxun had a good relationship and liked to play together.

Everyone was exhausted from the journey, so after eating, they would gather in groups and lie down to sleep on the ground covered with dry grass. Someone still had to keep watch: Song Zhuiyan and Zhu Xiu kept watch for the first half of the night, while Zhong Qingyi kept watch for the second half.

The fire was not extinguished and was used for lighting and warmth. The weather had gradually turned cooler after autumn, but everyone's clothes were very thin. Song Tantan had secretly sprinkled lime powder around the temple to prevent insects from crawling in, but there was nothing that could be done about flying insects.

Song Zhuiyan sat near the door, keeping a close eye on the outside, while Zhu Xiu sat by the fire, adding firewood from time to time.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind, as if someone was carrying something. Song Zhuiyan's eyes sharpened, and she turned around sharply. She saw the two young boys carefully carrying their mother toward the temple gate.

They seemed quite wary of them before, and Song Zhuiyan and the others deliberately made their presence unnoticed, but that didn't mean they weren't keeping an eye on them secretly. If they had accomplices, things could get tricky.

Zhong Qingyi didn't dare to fall into a deep sleep. He had practiced martial arts since childhood and was always a light sleeper. In addition, he was always on guard and could sense the slightest movement. So at this moment, he sat up and looked at the two young boys.

Noticing that someone was looking over, the two brothers paused for a moment, but quickly carried the person away. They didn't look at Zhong Qingyi and the others, but lowered their heads and hurried away from the dilapidated temple.

Zhong Qingyi and Song Zhuiyan exchanged a glance. The latter quickly stood up and gestured with her eyes that she should follow her out to take a look.

"Sigh." Zhong Qingyi wanted to tell him to go, but Song Zhuiyan had already walked far away.

Not long after Song Zhuiyan left, Zhang Qingyu also woke up. She found that Uncle Zhao had a high fever. The Zhang family was well-off, so they must have brought medicine with them when they left, including medicine for injuries and fever reducers, but they needed to be brewed.

Zhang Qingyu picked up the earthenware pot and started brewing the medicine, but after struggling for a long time, she almost broke the pot and still couldn't get it right. Clearly, this was a pampered young lady who had never lifted a finger before, and brewing medicine was like a battle for her; she was completely incompetent.