Second Aunt Mu felt the despair coming towards her, her vision went dark and she really wanted to faint so that she wouldn't have to face everyone's strange looks.
This matter would definitely get out, and she didn't even dare to think about her husband's family's reaction.
But she held on, not wanting to faint like that. If she didn't resolve the issue, she would be finished.
You will definitely be divorced!
She gritted her teeth and lowered her voice and said, "Okay, I promise you, but you have to settle things."
"Give me the money first." Mu Wanqing won't give up until she sees the rabbit.
The second aunt was so angry that her chest hurt. She endured the humiliation and took out five hundred taels of silver and handed it over.
I never expected that one day I would suffer a setback and be controlled by my niece from my mother's side, whom I once looked down upon. It was such a great shame and humiliation.
The cowardly second brother actually gave birth to such a cunning daughter. She underestimated her.
In front of everyone, Mu Wanqing accepted the banknote generously with a smile on her face.
Let everyone open their eyes and see that being released from prison does not mean that you can turn the tables and become the master of your own destiny. The key point is that it is Old Lady Mu.
No matter who dares to bully her, she will not be polite.
This is called killing the chicken to scare the monkey, and Second Aunt is the chicken.
"It turns out that I heard it wrong. My second aunt just wanted to give me money. I couldn't refuse it. Right, second aunt?"
"Yes." Second Aunt Mu's face flushed red, and she squeezed out a word from between her teeth, which sounded a bit gritted.
Everyone: ...
You aunt and nephew really know how to have fun.
Mu Wanqing smiled and clasped her fists towards everyone, "I'm sorry, I didn't eat or sleep well in prison, and my mind wasn't very clear. It's my fault for talking nonsense, I apologize to everyone."
Since she said so, it is difficult for others to say anything. As for whether they believe it or not, only they themselves know.
Mu Wanqing was in a good mood as she touched the silver bill. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating along the way required money, and she couldn't move forward without money.
She didn't care at all about the glares from the other members of the Mu family and the resentment from her second aunt.
Money smells good! It’s good to have money!
She walked up to Lord Zeng who was leading the team, raised her little head, took out two silver notes worth one hundred taels, and presented them with both hands.
"Master Zeng, here, this is the money for the passage."
As the saying goes, if you take money from someone, you should protect her.
Mr. Zeng: ...
He lowered his head and looked at the skinny little girl. He had never seen anyone so capable. "What's your name?"
"Mu Wanqing, from the second branch of the Mu family."
Mr. Zeng was stunned for a moment, "It turned out to be you."
She is indeed an unconventional girl, open and unconventional in her approach to things, flexible, sober and rational.
Mu Wanqing was slightly surprised, "Have you heard of my name?"
Lord Zeng nodded slightly, but did not explain further and accepted the money.
Mu Wanqing felt relieved and returned to her parents happily, handing the remaining three hundred taels to Master Mu, after all, he was the head of the family.
Mr. Mu refused, "You earned the money with your own ability, so you should keep it for yourself."
He had been spoiled, cowardly and indecisive, but he had a courageous and determined daughter.
He is not smart, but he knows a truth. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, just follow the smart people.
He believed that Wanqing would not treat her family unfairly.
In prison, she had a meat bun for every meal, and she never missed a meal alone, which gave him enough confidence.
Mu Wanqing smiled slightly. Just the fact that she understood this clearly made her better than countless others.
When the gongs and drums sound, it's time to set off.
Everyone said goodbye to their relatives and friends reluctantly, but no matter how reluctant they were, they had to say goodbye eventually.
After this farewell, the mountains are high and the waters are far, and we will never see each other again in this life.
The road ahead is long and uncertain, when will we return home?
While the second aunt was sobbing quietly, she did not forget to glare at Mu Wanqing fiercely.
Mu Wanqing doesn't care, she is just a tool to deliver money.
Everyone was in a bad mood, shrouded in depression and low spirits.
But soon, they couldn't care less.
The prisoners all walked on their feet, and after walking for a while their feet would almost become useless and the pain was excruciating.
Although it is autumn, the sun is still quite strong and I soon start sweating profusely under the sun.
My strength was rapidly draining away, my hands, feet, and whole body ached, and I felt exhausted.
The masters and mistresses who were spoiled by their health had never suffered such hardship. The women's feet were worn out by the embroidered shoes. They gasped in pain with every step they took, as if they were being tortured.
It was even more difficult for the men in shackles. When someone asked to take a break, he was whipped by the bailiffs and was completely exhausted. However, they had to keep going no matter how hard or tiring it was.
Mu Wanqing was wearing men's soap shoes and she was determined.
But Qian suffered a lot because she was weak to begin with.
Master Mu saw that his wife's face was as pale as paper, she was gasping for breath, she couldn't open her eyes, and she looked completely exhausted.
He felt extremely distressed and squatted down, "I'll carry you."
He was already wearing shackles, which made it difficult for him to move, and it was even more inconvenient for him to carry someone.
Madam Mu also felt sorry for him. "No, no, I'm fine. I have to adapt to this kind of life. There is still a long way to go."
Mu Zicheng and his brothers surrounded their parents, feeling helpless and frustrated.
Mu Ziang was more worried about his delicate and weak sister, "Qing'er, are you okay?"
Mu Wanqing was also feeling very uncomfortable. She was extremely thirsty and her throat was so dry that it almost smoked.
But facing her parents' worried eyes, she licked her cracked lips and said, "I can do it."
A cart passed by them, and sitting on it was Old Lady Mu, surrounded by several great-grandchildren.
When she passed the second room, she glanced at it indifferently, full of disgust and hatred.
They actually blackmailed her daughter for money! What a bunch of evildoers.
What's the use of a few hundred taels? They have nothing to eat or drink, and they have to walk every day. Let's see how long they can last.
She bet that it would be impossible for them to reach Liangcheng safely.
She opened the lid of the sheepskin water bag and took a big gulp. A strange sense of satisfaction surged in her heart, as if she had returned to the days of the old lady who had the final say.
He has money, a car, and filial sons and grandchildren. It's perfect.
The only bad thing is that the second room is an eyesore to her! But it will disappear soon.
The eldest lady of the first house and her two daughters-in-law took turns pushing the cart, while the two delicate daughters followed behind with difficulty, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.
Another cart was filled with luggage and supplies, and was pushed by Mrs. Mu San, who was panting from exhaustion.
"Mom, we have to find a way to remove the shackles on the men, otherwise we women won't be able to push the cart alone."
In fact, the men of the Mu family were no match for them. They couldn’t keep up the physical strength and were so tired that they collapsed. They wished they could sit on the cart and rest.
But who can push them?
You and I discussed for a long time, but we couldn't come to a conclusion.
When it was finally time to take a break, everyone was so tired that they just collapsed and sat on the floor regardless of how dirty it was.
Madam Mu took off her embroidered shoes, her socks were stained red with blood, and her feet were covered with blisters.
Master Mu squatted down to treat her wound. When he sprinkled medicine powder on her, her face was distorted with pain.
This is just the beginning, how are we going to survive in the future?
Not only the second wife was in such a terrible state, but everyone else was also in a terrible state.
"How far is this?"
"Only a few miles." We haven't left the capital yet.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling overwhelmed. How long would it take to reach Liangcheng?
For lunch, everyone was given a black and green vegetable dumpling. Mu Wanqing took a bite and was shocked. It was made of the worst flour and mixed with bran. It tasted worse than prison rice.
This is outrageous.
Many people did not eat the wild vegetable dumplings, so they took out the dry food sent by their relatives and started eating. As for those whose relatives did not send any food, they spent money to buy food from the yamen runners.
This is also the reason why the bailiffs were still eager to escort the prisoners even though the journey to exile was often thousands of miles long, with wind and rain, and overcoming many obstacles along the way.
Earning several years' salary by making a hard trip was extremely tempting for a yamen runner from a poor family.
Mu Wanqing looked around and saw that everyone was eating steamed buns, steamed buns and pancakes.
Aunt Six came over with a few white flour pancakes and said, "Sister-in-law, try my mother's cooking."
Qian was stunned for a moment and politely declined, "You don't have much, save it for the children."
"Give it to Xiaoqing." Aunt Liu forced the pancake into her hand and then went back to eat it.
Mu Wanqing often gave meat buns to the children of her sixth aunt in prison. Her sixth aunt's family was grateful to her, and the relationship between the two families became closer and closer, especially her sixth aunt and Qian.
But, the three sons of Sixth Aunt are all strong men and they eat a lot, so it’s really not enough.
She thought about it and stood up, "Dad, let's buy some food too. Please come with me."
"Okay." Even if she didn't mention it, Master Mu would have to accompany her to avoid suspicion.
The yamen runners built a stove and cooked, one pot of white rice and one pot of stew with all sorts of things in them.
But Mu Wanqing lost her appetite just by looking at it.
She found Master Zeng and took out a silver note, "Master, I want to buy five water bags from you."
Lord Zeng looked at the calm girl. She was so calm in this situation. She was really unusual. "Okay."
He waved his hand and his men brought over five water bags, along with the clean water inside.
Master Mu was overjoyed and took the water bag and handed it to his daughter first, "Qing'er, drink it quickly, your lips are chapped."
He is really a good father. Mu Wanqing felt warm in her heart. She drank two sips of water to moisten her throat and felt much more comfortable.
"Sir, can I cook for myself? It's quick and won't take up too much time. Just sell me a few bowls of rice and a few eggs."
Mr. Zeng was stunned, his mind racing, "Okay, but if you delay the trip, you will bear the consequences."
"Okay."
Six bowls of white rice, six eggs, a small spoonful of lard, and three water bags cost a total of ten taels of silver, which made Master Mu very distressed.
These things are not worth the price at all.
But there is no way, if you don’t buy it, someone else will.
Mu Wanqing searched the wild again and found dogwood and wild onion ginger.
As a result, problems were encountered during actual operation.
There were no iron pans! They used ceramics to cook, and there were no spatulas, and of course no cooking oil.
What should we do? If there are no conditions, we must create them.
She found a flat stone, rinsed it under water, and heated it.
Beat the eggs, add them into the rice and mix well so that every grain of rice is fully coated with the egg liquid.
Then add chopped green onion and sprinkle with fine salt. This salt was taken from the house search scene and is different from the coarse salt sold outside.
After the lard is fried until fragrant, pour in the processed rice and stir-fry with chopsticks and a long spoon. The whole process is smooth, flexible and skillful.
The conditions were difficult, but with excellent skills and exquisite control of the heat, he was able to stir-fry a pot of fragrant egg fried rice. The golden eggs sparkled like broken gold and were as pleasing to the eye as a work of art.
The strange fragrance wafts into the air and quickly spreads around, the aroma is particularly overbearing.
At first, the cook was a little unhappy. Was this because he looked down on his cooking skills? Or was it because he looked down on his cooking skills?
But out of curiosity, he glanced at it from time to time.
As he watched, he began to doubt his life. How could it be like this? It was amazing.
The dishes don’t look like dishes, and the rice doesn’t look like rice, but they are really, really delicious.
The Mu family watched eagerly and felt that the meat patties in their hands no longer tasted good.
Mu Wanqing first served a bowl to Master Mu Erye, who couldn't help but sniff and drool.
He took a big bite and was instantly hit by the delicious flavor. His taste buds were completely awakened, his eyes lit up, and his movements quickened.
Mu Ziang beside him was anxious, "Dad, how is it? Is it delicious?"
Mr. Mu's mouth was stuffed with food and he nodded frantically, not even bothering to speak.
What else do others not understand? Immediately look at Mu Wanqing, want to eat!
A voice rang out, "What is this?"
It’s Lord Zeng. I don’t know when he arrived.
"Broken Gold Rice." Mu Wanqing invited with a smile, "Sir, would you like some too?"
Mr. Zeng had already eaten three bowls of rice and wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the golden fried rice, he suddenly felt that he could eat a little more.
"Give me half a bowl then."
Soon, he regretted it.
If time could go back to just now, he would say, give me a big bowl full! A big bowl!! Ahhh, it’s so delicious that it makes me cry!!!
The author has something to say:
There was no cooking before the Song Dynasty. Well, this is fictional, so I also assumed that there was no cooking. The epidemic is spreading, everyone should try to stay at home as little as possible. I am shivering.
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