The tall man looked around. It was a deserted road with no village in front and no shop behind. It was obvious that they couldn't live here. They must not trust him and be wary of him.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I will never betray you. I can take you home, but I won't take these things."
Song Yun refused, jumped out of the car and started to move things downstairs. "No need, just like I still don't know what you look like, you don't need to know where we live. If we meet on the road in the future, just pretend we don't know each other."
The tall man then remembered that he was still wearing a mask. He quickly pulled it off and said, "I really didn't mean to do that. I was so busy that I forgot."
In the watery moonlight, Song Yun saw the man's appearance clearly. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge. He was just thin, so thin that he looked unrecognizable. If he gained a little weight, he would probably be a good-looking man.
"It doesn't matter. I still say the same thing. Today's matter is today. If we meet again in the future, just pretend we don't know each other. It's the same for you and us."
The old man also said, "My dear, since you helped me drive away the beast before, I will let go of the money you 'took' from me. I won't pursue it. But you better behave yourself in the future and don't do that kind of thing again. If you get caught, how will your children live?"
The tall man lowered his head, then took two steps back and bowed deeply to the old man and Song Yun, "Thank you, thank you." He was not stupid, how could he not feel their kindness, even though the young girl had a cold face from beginning to end and spoke very rudely, but she was obviously very generous when dividing the pork. She said that the pork she gave them was ten pounds, but according to his eyes, it was at least eleven pounds, or even more, not to mention the bones with shredded meat and the pig's head and offal.
With these pork, he and his children can not only get through the current difficulties, but also nourish their bodies before the spring plowing so that they won't die.
The donkey cart gradually went away until it was completely out of sight. Then Song Yun picked up the backpack again. The pork was divided into three sacks, covered with herbs to disguise the three sacks of herbs. The other two sacks were filled with fish. The fishy smell of fish could cover the smell of pork. When the soldiers at the gate asked about it, she said that she had caught a few fish in the river outside. The old man used to come back late and always carried a basket of medicine. Sometimes when there were too many medicines, he would put some in sacks. The soldiers at the gate usually just took a casual look and didn't search too carefully.
Song Yun held a bag of pork in each hand, weighing about two kilograms. She also put some ribs at the bottom of her backpack, weighing about ten kilograms.
Ziyi held a bag of fish in each hand, and there were also pheasants and rabbits at the bottom of his backpack, which was also quite heavy.
In addition to the backpack, the old man also carried a large bamboo basket full of wild vegetables. At his age, this was the maximum weight he could bear.
This place is not too far from the family compound, and it takes about a mile to get there.
The soldiers at the gate took a few quick glances and then let it go. They smelled the fishy odor, but didn't think much of it. After going out to collect herbs all day, isn't it normal to get some fish to eat?
In addition, Song Yun and Song Ziyi looked so relaxed while carrying the sacks that it was obvious that they were filled with herbs, so there was no need to look.
After returning home safely, the old man was extremely tired. As soon as he put his things down, he sat down on the ground and gasped for breath.
Song Yun quickly closed the gate and carried all the things to the backyard with Ziyi.
Putting the food aside, Song Yun quickly washed her hands and cooked. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. She had only eaten two steamed buns and an egg at noon and was already starving.
Ziyi also went to the kitchen to help. Gu Lao sat by the big stove and made a fire. Ziyi lit the small stove, washed the rice and cooked it.
Song Yun brought over two fish weighing about one pound, cut a large piece of tofu that had already been shaped into a ball, and made tofu and fish.
While the fish was simmering in the pot, Song Yun took out the small clay stove she had bought from the supply and marketing department last time for making tea, put two pieces of burning firewood in it, and steamed a large bowl of egg custard with the small clay stove.
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