Chapter 350 Two Living Ancestors
Song Yanxi tugged at Mo Jinchuan's sleeve and whispered, "I'm afraid we have to go right."
To the left is the direction of Qinghua Town, and to the right are several small villages about the same size as Hemu Village, located by the river.
The smaller the village, the more united the people in it are.
Correspondingly, they are more resistant to outsiders.
The reason why the people of Hemu Village did not intend to drive them away at first was entirely out of consideration for the old couple of the Wu family. In addition, they were needed by anyone who had a back or leg pain.
If you go to other villages, you may not be so lucky.
Mo Jinchuan turned his head and took a look, then said in a deep voice, "Wait a little longer."
wait?
Now the wind and snow blocked their view, and the people on the ox cart might not have seen them yet, but that might not be the case if they got closer.
In Aunt Wu's words, most good people in a family would stroll on the road on a snowy day.
Either they are murderers and robbers or they are petty thieves.
Could it be that this person is an old acquaintance of the prince?
Thinking of this, Song Yanxi couldn't help but open her eyes wide to look.
Just then, a cold wind blew towards her, filling her eyes with snowflakes.
The snowflakes melted when they encountered heat, and the melted snow water irritated her so much that she couldn't open her eyes. She squinted her eyes and cried in the wind.
"Whoa... stop, stop, stop now!" A somewhat familiar, rough voice sounded.
Song Yanxi almost instantly remembered Luo Yidao's face.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw a burly figure leaping down from the oxcart. He said anxiously, "Hurry, get on!"
Seeing that the two of them didn't move, Luo Yidao slapped his thigh anxiously: "Two living ancestors, please hurry up. I, Old Luo, don't want to lose my head with you."
As he spoke, he deftly lifted the cloth covering the cage at the back of the oxcart and explained, "The soldiers had already started moving when I left the city, and they're about to catch up with us. You guys should get on the cart and hide first."
The curtains were lifted, revealing two large wooden cages.
One cage contained some hay, while the other contained a few piglets, who were shivering from the cold and huddled together for warmth.
Luo Yidao explained: "Don't be disgusted, I scrubbed the cage in front several times with clean water last night. It's not dirty at all."
Seeing that Mo Jinchuan was about to speak, he said to himself: "I heard about the two of you yesterday when I went to deliver meat to them. I won't say anything else. If you trust me, get in the car.
Whatever you want to say, let’s talk about it when we get home.”
He turned his head to take a look and said hurriedly, "Hurry up, we won't be able to leave until someone arrives."
Mo Jinchuan looked at him gravely, stepped into the car first, and after getting into the cage, he reached out his hand towards Song Yanxi.
He was tall and took up half of the cage.
Luo Yidao said from the side: "With this physique, he is worthy of being a general who has won every battle."
The look of admiration on his face made those who didn't know him think that he was not from Liang, but from An.
Song Yanxi got on the cart with the help of Mo Jinchuan, and thanked Luo Yidao who was busy climbing onto the ox cart and pulling a cloth to cover the two of them.
Luo Yidao blurted out: "Why are you being polite? We are all family."
After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.
He leaned his head forward to see Song Yanxi's face clearly, then pulled the cloth forward with force, making sure that every corner of the cage was covered tightly before putting it down.
After tying the front corners into knots, he chuckled and said, "It's good to be able to talk. This kid is so lucky."
With a shout of "Gee--", the ox cart started moving slowly.
The cage was cramped, and Mo Jinchuan alone took up most of the space, not to mention that the side adjacent to the piglet was filled with a lot of hay to hide the two of them.
There was only a small corner left for Song Yanxi.
The road was slippery due to the snow, and the carriage was shaking all the way.
Even though she curled up her legs, her toes still inevitably touched Mo Jinchuan's legs.
After another big bump in the carriage, she gasped for breath due to the inertia of the carriage.
In the darkness, Song Yanxi heard an extremely suppressed groan.
She groped her way out and gently touched the old wound on his leg, and sure enough, she felt the tenseness in his body.
Even so, he lowered his voice and said, "It's okay."
My throat is hoarse from the pain, but I still keep my word!
Although Song Yanxi was angry, she knew that now was not the time to be angry with him, so she hurriedly said, "Please, Your Highness, bend your legs slightly. I will put my legs over and you put them down."
Thinking that the injury on her leg had just healed, she grabbed two handfuls of hay and planned to spread them on the bottom of the cage to reduce the force of the collision.
Seeing that Mo Jinchuan still didn't move, she couldn't help but urge him, "Please, Your Highness, please move."
After a while, he finally said, "It hurts."
Just one word, even though there was no big emotional ups and downs, still made Song Yanxi's heart ache.
What he just said was "pain".
For someone who could endure the pain of broken bones and not even cry out even after being shot by several arrows without any medicine to say that it hurts, the pain must be extreme.
Song Yanxi spoke again, her voice no longer able to maintain composure, "Then don't move. I'll grab some hay for you to cushion your feet."
Mo Jinchuan responded softly and said no more, as if he was enduring the pain.
But in reality, he was trying to hold back his laughter.
Old ginger is still spicy.
While cooking in the evening, Wu Bo made an excuse to send Aunt Wu away and passed on all his life's learning to him.
He said that although men are the sky and the pillar of the family, they should not be stubborn all the time and should show weakness when necessary.
Especially for someone like Song Yanxi, who is slow to warm up, it would take too long to warm her up through daily interactions.
He needs her to pay more attention to him, no matter if it's out of annoyance or heartache, because after a while, she will naturally not be able to let go.
Aunt Wu initially decided to marry him because she felt that he was a poor little thing at home and had an unpleasant temper. As a result, she fell in love with him and couldn't get out.
His words can indeed be called words of experience.
There was only one thing he was wrong about.
Song Yanxi has always been a soft-hearted person.
If he really acts like a brat, always teasing her and making her angry, he will only push her further away, which will be counterproductive.
As for his worry that he couldn't save face, it was really unnecessary.
He still knows which is more important, his wife or his face.
If Song Yanxi knew what Mo Jinchuan was thinking at the moment, she would definitely kick him on his old wound to let him know what it meant to be trapped in one's own web.
But now, she wished that Luo Yidao could remove the curtain and give him acupuncture to relieve his pain.
As the ox cart swayed, a burst of hurried footsteps caught up.
The leader shouted loudly: "Whoever is ahead, stop immediately, or I will kill you without mercy!"
"Whoa--" Luo Yidao hurriedly stopped the ox cart and looked back.
The general on a tall horse came forward and squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
Luo Yidao sighed and said with a smile, "General, I'm delivering piglets to Shitou Village. I'm also collecting two pigs and selling them back in town."
Hearing his words, a soldier came forward to take a look and said, "General, it was this butcher who delivered the meat to the camp yesterday."
"Walking towards the village before daybreak?"
"The shop will be full in two hours. If we don't pull it back now, we won't make any money."
Seeing that Luo Yidao didn't seem to be lying, the leader raised his hand and motioned him to leave.
Luo Yidao hurriedly agreed with a smile, and whipped the old ox lightly, and the ox cart began to move slowly.
Just when he thought he had gotten away with it, he suddenly heard the man behind him coldly shout, "Stop!"
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