Heavy snow fell everywhere, and the snow on the ground was ankle-deep.
The horse could no longer move, so Zhang San got off the carriage and led the horse forward step by step, leaving footprints in the thick snow.
Mu Wanqing was very anxious. She had never encountered such a situation before.
Wandering around without direction is not an option.
She leaned over the window and looked out, "Brother Zhang San, can you see if there is any shelter? Even a big tree will do."
Zhang San was wearing thick winter clothes and two thick coats on the outside, one of which was Mu Ziang's.
Even so, the cold air still penetrates into my bones.
He struggled to open his eyes, looking left and right, but couldn't see a few meters away. "No, there's nothing."
There was only a vast expanse of white.
The three of them took turns looking for it. After an unknown amount of time, Mu Ziang suddenly shouted, "Is that a towering tree?"
Mu Wanqing looked over and immediately became happy, "Yes, yes, go over there quickly."
Zhang San was pulling the carriage over, and when he was about three meters away, he was tripped by something.
"Ah." Zhang San fell to the ground. He was wearing too many clothes and couldn't get up.
Mu Ziang jumped off the carriage without thinking and helped Zhang Sange up, "Be careful."
Brother Zhang San grabbed his hand and climbed up, looking back to see what had tripped him.
"Ahhh, there's a dead person."
Mu Ziang was startled and turned his head to look. There was a person buried in the snow with only half of the head exposed. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.
He felt a little sad, not knowing who was buried in a foreign land. His family might be waiting for him to come home with great anticipation.
He sighed softly. Since he had met him, he would bury him properly and leave a mark. Maybe he would meet his family someday.
Unexpectedly, he found something wrong as soon as he started, and there was a hint of heat in his nose.
"There's still breath and heat. She's still alive."
Seeing this, Mu Wanqing jumped off the carriage and said, "Second brother, Third brother Zhang, move the people onto the carriage and be careful."
Since we have met, it is fate, and I should save you if I can.
After the people were loaded into the car, Mu Ziang and Brother Zhang San worked together to strip the man of his wet clothes. Mu Wanqing pulled out the men's black rabbit fur cloak from under the couch and said, "Wrap him up with it."
This old rabbit fur cloak was sold to her by the innkeeper's wife. She treasured it as a treasure at the time. Later, when she got a better cloak, she did not give the old cloak away.
It comes in handy right now.
"Second brother, use the snow to rub his body slowly."
Mu Ziang did whatever Mu Wanqing said without asking why.
Mu Wanqing has tried every method she could think of. Whether this person can be saved depends on fate.
"Brother Zhang, tie the reins to the tree and tie them tightly. The oilcloth covering the horse's back is covered with snow, and there is also a thick layer of snow on the roof of the carriage. Clear it all away."
This will fix the position.
Mu Wanqing also stepped forward to help, but she was small and couldn't stand steadily in the heavy snow, which frightened Zhang San. "Miss, please get in the car quickly."
She is good in everything, smart, but her fighting ability is not good enough.
Mu Wanqing also felt that she was doing more harm than good, so she climbed into the car and kept an eye on Brother Zhang San, ready to call out if there was any danger.
Zhang San is a dull person, but he is efficient and can get things done in no time.
Mu Wanqing pulled open the curtain, "Brother Zhang San, you come up too."
Zhang San felt a little uncomfortable. This was Mu Wanqing's private carriage and ordinary people were not allowed to enter.
But the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and he had nowhere to hide.
"Drink it." Mu Wanqing handed over the ginger tea and poured a cup for her second brother to drive away the cold.
Mu Ziang drank the ginger tea in one gulp, "Can this person drink it?"
This ginger tea is a good thing. It also contains medicinal herbs. I drink a few cups of it whenever I have nothing to do. None of the tribesmen have fallen ill, and even the fragile children are safe and sound.
Mu Wanqing was a little undecided. This was the first time she encountered such a thing. "I'll give him the medicine after he wakes up."
She looked at the frozen person. He was a teenager, about the same age as her older brother, but his left cheek was cut and covered with scars, which made him look a little scary.
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Ziang discovered that the boy in the cloak's body temperature had risen, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Was he saved?
"Sister, when will he wake up?"
"I don't know." Mu Wanqing could only say that she would do her best and leave it to fate. "Everyone's situation is different."
Zhang San looked out the car window from time to time, his expression becoming more and more anxious.
"Miss, the snow keeps falling and it's almost dark. What should we do?"
In the face of nature, individual power is insignificant and vulnerable.
Mu Wanqing was also very anxious. She didn’t know what was happening with the others, whether they were lost, and how their parents were doing.
But, she is the backbone of everyone. Once she gets anxious, it will naturally affect others.
She seemed very calm. "Just wait quietly for the snowstorm to pass. If it doesn't work, just spend the night in the carriage. Don't worry, there are food and drinks in the carriage, and there is enough charcoal. As long as you go out from time to time to deal with the snow on the roof, there will be no problem."
Mu Ziang was very uneasy, "Will there be wild beasts?"
Mu Wanqing took out a casserole, filled half the pot with snow and put it in a small clay stove to boil. She took out two handfuls of peanuts from a drawer and roasted them next to the small clay stove.
"I asked the doctor to prepare some antibacterial medicine, which I have just sprinkled around the carriage."
“Does it work?”
"Of course." Mu Wanqing's tone was extremely firm. As for the truth, only she knew it.
Fortunately, Mu Ziang trusts his sister very much. If she says it works, then there must be no problem.
In this way, several people sat in the car all night, and their mouths never stopped eating. Sometimes they ate steaming hot porridge, sometimes they ate roasted peanuts, and sometimes they ate roasted buns.
Mu Wanqing's cooking skills are recognized to be good. No matter what she makes, it tastes delicious, and Zhang San and Mu Ziang are all grinning from ear to ear while eating.
Just chatting, eating and drinking, this long night is not so hard to endure.
At dawn, Mu Ziang stroked his stomach. He was full, but still greedy. "It would be nice to have a bowl of oil tea noodles."
My sister’s fried noodles are a must-try and he loves it the most.
"Yes, just wait." Mu Wanqing accurately took out a cloth bag from the bottom drawer, untied the rope, and inside was oil tea noodles. She loved to stockpile food the most.
Mu Ziang was extremely delighted. His sister's carriage was like a treasure chest, with everything he wanted. It was great.
He took the oil tea noodles and picked up the kettle to make three bowls. "You haven't finished eating yet? We finished ours a long time ago."
Mu Wanqing always makes a lot of fried noodles and shares them with people close to her. When they are hungry, they can just rinse them with boiling water and eat them. It is a must-have when going out.
After a while, the carriage was filled with an enticing sweet fragrance.
"Gurgle." Whose stomach is growling?
The three of them looked at each other, and then looked at the boy lying on the mat.
The boy's eyes opened slightly, but his face was still as pale as paper.
Mu Ziang was overjoyed, "You woke up? Are you okay?"
The boy looked at them warily, struggling to sit up. His cloak slipped off, and he realized that he was wearing nothing underneath. He grabbed the cloak in fear. "Who are you?"
"We..." Mu Ziang didn't know how to introduce himself and subconsciously looked at his sister.
Mu Wanqing said slowly, "We met by chance. We will go our separate ways from now on. There is no need to say anything and don't ask anything."
She took a sip of the fragrant oil tea noodles and raised her eyebrows. "Would you like a bowl?"
After all, he is young and full of vitality, so he recovered quickly.
The boy stared blankly at the bowl in her hand, mesmerized by the rich aroma. "Yes."
Mu Ziang generously made him a bowl of soup. The boy took it and took a sip. He was stunned for a moment, then ate quickly. The fragrance of sesame seeds, crushed peanuts and flour were a perfect blend, filling his mouth with fragrance and it was so delicious that he wanted to cry.
"What is this?"
Mu Ziang proudly showed off, "My sister made this oil tea noodle. It tastes good, right?"
"Your sister?"
"Ah, I mean..." Mu Ziang was stuck for words. He almost forgot that this was just a stranger, not a familiar tribesman.
Mu Wanqing opened a lid, and the aroma of food went straight to her nose. "Would you like some sugar porridge?"
"Yes." The boy's eyes lit up as he ate the sweet but not greasy porridge.
I never knew a bowl of porridge could be so delicious. The sweetness spread from my mouth to my stomach, and my tense mood gradually relaxed.
Food has always had the power to soothe people.
He found that Mu Wanqing and his sister were not interested in his injured face at all. They didn't even ask about it, and seemed not to notice it. They treated him as an ordinary person. He let down his guard a little.
Many years later, when he had achieved success, he always remembered this bowl of sweet porridge and this bowl of oil tea noodles, which were more delicious than any other delicacies.
From this day on, his life became completely different.
This snowstorm lasted for two whole days. Mu Wanqing was worried when she saw the snow up to her knees. How could she get on the road?
She bit into a freshly baked pancake and sighed softly, "It's so hard for me."
The boy looked at her silently. If you ignore the food in her hand and the cloak wrapped around her body, it would still be a little convincing.
How can someone eat and eat all the time and still be so thin? Most importantly, he has so many delicious things!
"Someone is coming, be careful." Suddenly, his ears moved, and he sat up quickly. His hand subconsciously reached for his waist, but his movement froze.
Mu Wanqing stared out the car window with her ears perked up.
The two people were getting closer and closer on the sled. "Miss San, Miss San."
The familiar voice made Mu Wanqing jump up happily, "It's Master Zeng, I know he is very capable."
She put on her cloak and got out of the carriage, waving at the two men, "I'm here."
A shocked and collapsed voice came from behind, "You are... a woman?"
"Yes, my name is Mu Wanqing." Mu Wanqing said with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't see your naked butt, I didn't see anything."
The boy's whole body was torn apart, and the explanation was just a cover-up!
He didn't know at this moment that the name Mu Wanqing would become the most important page in his life.
Lord Zeng ran up to her, his eyes full of worry, "Miss, we finally found you. We were so worried. Are you okay? Are you hungry? I have some steamed buns for you to eat first."
The steamed buns were hard and cold, but Mu Wanqing didn't refuse. "I'll bake them later. How is everyone? How are my parents? What's going on? How is the caravan? Have you contacted them?"
Mr. Zeng's mood has been up and down these past few days. "I stopped when I realized something was wrong. When I turned around to look for you, I found that you were gone. I was very anxious, but it was snowing heavily and I couldn't find anyone. I calmed everyone down first. Your parents are with everyone and are fine. I'm just worried about you. And... there are more than a dozen carriages missing."
When everyone discovered that Mu Wanqing's carriage was missing, there was almost chaos.
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips. At that time, Lord Zeng was at the front, she was in the middle, and Deputy Captain Li was at the back.
My parents' car was next to my sixth uncle's and his.
"Are those carriages in the middle?"
"Yes, I called for a halt as soon as I found out and gathered everyone together." Zeng's organizational skills were well-trained. "Once the snow stops, I will bring a few people to find you in groups. This sled was made by your father and his men."
Sleds are suitable for traveling on snow. Although they are simple, they are practical.
When Mu Wanqing and her group returned to the camp, everyone came out to greet them excitedly. The ones running in the front were Mr. Mu and his wife, and Mu Zicheng.
Mr. Mu held his daughter in one hand and his son in the other, his eyes red and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself. "Qing'er, Zi'ang, I'm glad you're back, I'm glad you're back."
His body swayed and he passed out.
"Dad." Mu Wanqing was shocked, and others rushed over to support him.
A hand reached out and placed on Master Mu's pulse, "You are frightened and uneasy, extremely happy or sad, and your seven emotions are not smooth. A good night's sleep will make you better."
It was the boy with the injured face who stated the diagnosis results expressionlessly.
Not far away, there was a gasp. He looked over coldly, and the other party immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
He snorted coldly.
"What happened to my dad?" Mu Ziang was so anxious that he jumped up and down.
Uncle Mu nodded vigorously. "What the young brother said is right. Your father hasn't slept for two days. He didn't eat or drink because he was worried. He was relieved to see you guys come back safely. Let's send him to rest first."
Everyone worked together to carry Master Mu back to the carriage to rest. Madam Mu looked back at her children, but she was still worried about her husband.
Mu Wanqing waved her hand and said, "Mom, go and look after Dad. I still have a lot of things to deal with."
She looked at the boy, "You also know medicine?"
"Of course, this is called family tradition. My father is a famous doctor..." The young man's face suddenly changed and his voice stopped abruptly, as if he thought of something horrible.
Mu Wanqing seemed not to notice and smiled slightly, "Where do you want to go? If it's on the way, we'll give you a ride. If it's not on the way, I'll give you a carriage."
Just think of it as saving people to the end. He has nothing and can't go far in this horrible weather.
The young man looked at her steadily, his eyes as black as ink, "My last name is Wei, Wei Shaohui."
Mu Wanqing said, "Hello."
She naturally didn't know that this was the future commander of the Wuyi Guard, who would have great power over the world.
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This young man is a very important figure.
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