I wanted to eat something, but looking at Chu Jiu, who was standing like a statue, I didn't dare to move.

Finally, it was the oldest man, Lao Cao, who stepped forward and tried to say a few words to Chu Jiu, only to receive a cold response. He felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly asked, "Where do I wash my hands and face?"

Chu Jiu pointed to the well in the courtyard and said, "We can boil water ourselves; we have enough firewood!"

After saying that, he glanced at the neatly arranged firewood in the corner, thought for a moment, picked up the axe, and continued chopping wood.

Chop all the firewood into pieces of the same size.

The angle of his force and the look in his eyes made it seem as if he wasn't chopping wood, but beheading someone.

More than twenty people gathered together, but not a single one dared to speak.

This scene is terrifying!

Quickly boil water, line up to wash, and don't dare to say a word of nonsense.

Although they couldn't find the leader, they found the backbone in the silence and got them to lead the work.

After washing my hands and face, I pulled my clothes up and washed my arms thoroughly.

Several women went into the kitchen and began to cook.

No one dared to steal a bite or make any small mistakes. Even when putting in a little rice, their hands trembled slightly, afraid to add too much. After cooking rice and stir-frying vegetables, they discovered that they didn't have enough bowls at home.

It's okay, we'll take turns eating. The older and younger people will go first, and if no one gets a bowl of rice, the bowl will end up in the hands of the person behind them.

That should be enough.

After filling my stomach, I cleaned up the kitchen.

Su Jiaoniang hasn't returned yet.

The people in the courtyard didn't want to appear too lazy.

After thinking about it, I started looking for things to do.