Before noon, people were already complaining about being hungry.
Especially the second aunt, who hadn't eaten all day yesterday, was so hungry that she felt dizzy and had a headache.
No matter how loud the noise was, it only earned him scolding from the yamen runners.
It was only when the sun was setting that we got that miserable meal.
Today, no one showed any disdain, and they all came to receive their food enthusiastically. The yamen runner smiled as if he was used to it, then took the bucket and left.
It seemed like only one day had passed before everyone had surprisingly adapted to prison life and could fall into a sound sleep when night fell.
In the darkness, Wen Xi reached into her clothes and, using the cover of her clothes, took a steamed bun from the coffin, but immediately put it back.
Because the buns were still hot. They were as hot as if they were just out of the pot and put into the coffin.
Wen Xi later discovered that a coffin actually had the function of preserving food.
The aroma of the hot steamed buns is too strong and can be easily smelled when taken out, so I can only get some snacks or something like that.
Wen Xi used her mind to produce three tea-bowl-sized pieces of osmanthus cake and quietly slipped one into the hand of her aunt, who was patting her brother asleep.
Aunt Mao felt the thing in her hand and instinctively knew it was food. She looked at her daughter in the dark in surprise.
Wen Xi quickly leaned over to her ear and whispered:
"Eat quickly, Auntie. This is what I hid."
As he said this, he secretly broke off a small piece and put it into his younger brother's mouth.
Gu Shengmo savored the sweetness in his mouth, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He wanted to get up.
Wen Xi quickly patted him and said softly:
"Shh, just lie down."
The three of them finished the small osmanthus cake bit by bit, but they still felt unsatisfied.
Wen Xi was originally hesitating whether to give each of them another piece, but she heard Gu Shengjian muttering in his sleep not far away:
"Osmanthus cake, such a fragrant osmanthus cake. Hurry and serve it to this young master."
Wen Xi was so frightened that she dared not move.
I thought to myself, does this guy have a dog's nose? He can smell it even when he's asleep.
You have to know that although Gu Shengjian has the same personality as his aunt and likes to wield swords, food always ranks first in his heart.
So he has an obese body that is not very suitable for martial arts training.
A few days in jail had almost made everyone forget their past glory. Everyone went from fear, complaints, and hopes at the beginning to numbness now.
She's like a shrew, fighting for a few straws.
Just when everyone thought they were going to spend their lives in such misery.
To make matters worse, a fever broke out.
The second son Gu Nan, the fifth daughter Gu Wenjuan and the sixth daughter Gu Wenchan are sick.
The three children, with their delicate bodies and thin clothes, developed high fevers, and even the adults began to sneeze.
Second Aunt had hardly taken care of Gu Wenchan, so when she saw the child was sick, she started scolding Gu Wenyue:
"You little bitch, you can't even take care of a child. What's the use of you? You're a dead girl that no one wants even if you give it to someone else."
Gu Wenyue lowered her head in grievance, and said nothing. You know, although the Second Aunt hadn't liked her much before, because she was the first child, she still doted on her for a while and had never scolded her like this.
Madam Gu patted Gu Nan in her arms, frowned and scolded:
"Shut up, it's already this late and you're still making noise."
Seeing Xiu Li sitting next to him, hugging Gu Wenjuan, and silently wiping away tears, a feeling of irritation arose spontaneously:
"Why are you crying? Why are you making a fuss? Find a solution quickly! The child is the future of our Gu family."
Mrs. Gu, who looked a little listless beside her, also opened her half-closed eyes and nodded in agreement.
Second Aunt was in embarrassment:
"If that doesn't work, can you please ask the yamen runner to call a doctor over?"
Madam Gu rolled her eyes at her and said, "Don't you want money to hire a doctor? We've been searched. Where are you going to get it?"
Although they'd been searched twice and most of their belongings had been confiscated, they still managed to hide a few. This didn't need to be stated; everyone understood it. It was their escape route, their escape route... their escape route. They couldn't reveal themselves unless absolutely necessary, or they might just face a third, even more thorough search.
Although Gu Wenyue was sad about her aunt's attitude towards her, she really felt sorry for her younger sister who shared the same suffering as her.
Looking at my two-year-old sister, nestled in my arms, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I wrapped the ill-fitting prison uniform around her and tucked her little hands tightly in front of me, perhaps to draw in more heat and hold back the sweat.
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