Chapter 172 Who is Miss Gu?
"Girl, we won't disturb you. We just want to find a place to rest. We'll leave once you're rested."
Xue Dashan prayed once more and looked back at the people in the team.
Everyone looked pale, and the lack of water and food made it impossible for them to continue walking in such hot weather.
"Go to the house farthest away. They are afraid of strangers."
Gu Luan pointed to a house.
Considering that these people were not bad people and were all from the same hometown, she agreed to let them take a temporary break.
"Wait a moment."
Xue Dashan called out to Gu Luan and Jiang Xian who were turning around to leave.
Thinking that he was going to take advantage of the situation, Aunt Ma glared at him angrily.
"I don't mean anything else. I saw you guys were making bamboo baskets, so I wanted to ask if you needed any help?"
Xue Dashan was too embarrassed to ask, "My wife and I both know how to weave baskets, and we wanted to help you as a way of repaying you for giving us a place to stay."
“I can also weave bamboo baskets.”
"I know a little."
"I can learn. I learn things very quickly. I was a student at a 985 university before the end of the world."
Several people behind Xue Dashan raised their hands.
Gu Luan and Jiang Xian turned around and looked at each other.
The village chief led nearly fifty women to weave bamboo baskets, making an average of about one hundred baskets a day.
Although it seems like a lot, it is still a drop in the bucket for someone like Gu Luan who can harvest large quantities of supplies.
Now that someone offered to help, Gu Luan naturally would not refuse.
"Auntie Ma, give them two axes and ask them to go to the bamboo forest and cut bamboo."
Gu Luan left after saying a few words and left with Jiang Xian.
It's too hot outside to stay any longer.
Although Aunt Ma didn't like Xue Dashan and his group, she still listened to Gu Luan and got two axes for them.
After taking it, Xue Dashan kept thanking him and led his men towards the farthest house.
Gu Luan and Jiang Xian stood together and saw this scene with their own eyes, and they were finally completely relieved.
“Not a bad guy.”
Jiang Xian said affirmatively.
Like Gu Luan, he is very good at judging people. There is always a difference in the eyes between bad people and good people.
"Be careful, I don't want to flip over."
It doesn't matter to the two of them, but the people in Aunt Ma's group are all vulnerable groups.
If something happens after she agrees to let Xue Dashan and others stay, she will inevitably blame herself.
"Go back, it's too hot outside."
Jiang Xian took out a small fan and handed it to Gu Luan, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."
"I bought some wagyu beef in Sakura Country. How about we go into the space tonight and have some wagyu barbecue?"
"good!"
The two men were not having dinner with the old village chief and the others, but were firing their weapons alone in the small building.
In the evening, Xue Dashan walked to the villa carrying a dozen bamboo baskets.
He didn't dare go in and stood outside the concrete road waiting quietly.
Xiao Tao came out holding the child and saw Xue Dashan, then turned around and called the village chief.
The village chief came out and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
"Hello, my name is Xue Dashan, I live over there, and this is the bamboo basket we made."
Xue Dashan pointed in the direction of where he lived and smiled gently.
The village chief confirmed Xue Dashan's identity and asked him to put the bamboo basket he brought under the eaves.
At this time, a large pile of bamboo baskets were already placed under the eaves, and they would be sent to Gu Luan later.
"Xiao Tao, bring the things out."
The village chief turned around and instructed Xiao Tao, who nodded and walked into the kitchen.
Xue Dashan didn't understand what was going on and was about to go back when he was stopped by Zhang Guifen who came out carrying a pot.
Xue Dashan was still in a daze until a rice pot was stuffed into his hand.
The village chief smiled and stroked his beard. "Take it. This is what Miss Gu asked us to give it to you. You should really thank her."
Speaking of Gu Luan, the village chief looked proud.
Thinking of the fact that these people only had one meal a day, which was much worse than them, the village chief couldn't help but feel proud.
Sure enough, this group of outsiders could not compare to those who had been working for Gu Luan for many days.
Xue Dashan walked out of the villa, found a deserted place, opened the pot lid, and his pupils dilated instantly.
What did he see? A pot full of porridge?
Grains of snow-white rice were cooked until soft, and the air was filled with a sweet and tempting aroma.
Xue Dashan tried hard to control himself, for he was afraid that he would fall into the pot if he wasn't careful.
Carrying the pot, Xue Dashan staggered back to the rest house.
Xue Dashan's wife was waiting outside the house. Seeing that Xue Dashan looked strange, she asked worriedly, "Dashan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
"Brother Dashan, what are you holding in your hand?"
Someone saw the rice pot in Xue Dashan's hand.
I wonder why Xue Dashan came back with a rice cooker after all the travel?
Xue Dashan hugged the rice pot tightly, looked behind him a few times, and asked everyone to follow him in quickly.
Entering the house, Xue Dashan looked mysterious and opened the lid of the pot to reveal the white rice porridge inside.
"Oh my God!"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.
They haven’t seen such good rice porridge for a long time!
The rice I eat recently is still soaked in water and has a moldy smell.
"Am I dreaming? Is this a dream before I starve to death?"
"I'm not dreaming, this is real."
Someone pinched his arm hard and felt the pain.
"Everyone take out your own food and we'll share it."
Xue Dashan's eyes turned red when he saw everyone's expressions.
It's just a pot of rice porridge, but how can it make people feel like they are facing delicacies from land and sea?
Xue Dashan was a contractor before the end of the world.
Because his family was poor when he was a child, his mother made porridge every day, which led to him no longer eating porridge when he grew up.
His wife knew that he didn't eat porridge and never made it for him.
I never thought that a bowl of porridge would be so precious after the end of the world.
While drinking porridge, Xue Dashan thought of his mother who died during the extreme cold period, and tears fell into the bowl.
"It's so delicious, didn't you feel that way before?"
Some people were eating porridge and sighing with emotion.
Thinking about how he used to waste a lot of money when he went out to eat, I wanted to slap myself.
"Brother Dashan, why do they give us so much food?"
A young boy asked Xue Dashan in confusion.
Xue Dashan licked the rice grains at the bottom of the bowl and looked up at the crowd who were looking puzzled.
"It was Miss Gu who spoke up. I think it was because we helped weave the bamboo baskets."
Xue Dashan guessed that he was glad that he brought a bamboo basket to the villa today.
"Who is that Miss Gu? How could they produce such good rice?"
"Who is it that we can know?"
Xue Dashan looked at everyone talking and finally said, "No matter who they are, we can't investigate too deeply. If we work hard, we may have something to eat tomorrow."
Speaking of food, everyone felt full of energy and secretly promised to weave more bamboo baskets tomorrow.
The next day, Xue Dashan brought more than 20 bamboo baskets to the villa and handed them to the village chief and others.
When I went back, I still brought a pot of porridge.
That night, everyone had another full meal.
"Brother Dashan, I don't want to leave."
The boy whispered.
Xue Dashan understood that he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't stay there shamelessly.
Let's wait a few more days until everyone feels better before setting off again.
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