"You old hag, get out of my way, or I'll beat you up too!" Yun Mingzhu said without any respect.
"You dare touch your grandmother? The officers are watching, and you'll be punished."
After Yun Zhourong finished speaking, she said to the constable, "It seems that you also like instant noodles. I'll bring you all a serving next time."
"So that noodle is called instant noodles, how fitting! Miss Yun, you're so thoughtful!"
Upon hearing this, the constable's eyes lit up instantly, and then he looked coldly at Yun Mingzhu and said, "Don't worry, if anyone dares to disobey their elders, I will make sure they know the consequences!"
"I... Yun Zhourong, you just wait and see how long you can be so smug!"
Having been warned, Yun Mingzhu had no choice but to reluctantly give up.
Her goal was to annoy Yun Zhourong, but now that the constables were biased, if a conflict broke out, she would be the only one who would suffer, which would be pointless.
After eating and drinking their fill, the group continued their journey.
The weather wasn't very good today; it was raining and snowing, and the cold air kept seeping into my body, making it exceptionally cold.
Even the constables found it hard to bear, let alone the exiled prisoners.
The main branch of the family was shivering from the cold, their lips were pale, and they could barely walk.
Unable to contain himself, he pleaded, trembling, "Officer...Officer, please rest a bit, it's so cold..."
The constable was already in a bad mood because of the cold, and when he heard this, he immediately raised his whip and lashed out hard. "Cold? You're the only ones who're cold? The second wife's sickly son isn't complaining about the cold, so what are you complaining about!"
The second wife pretended not to see the miserable state of the first wife's family.
After what they've been through, they've seen through the true nature of the eldest son's family members—they're not relatives, but wolves in sheep's clothing, and they don't deserve any pity.
Meanwhile, the constables, having finished beating the eldest son's family, looked up at the second son's group with a puzzled expression.
I didn't pay attention when I saw the second wife's strange attire before, but now that I think about it, wasn't she just covering her body up completely?
Moreover, the black clothes they wore on the outside were also quite special; when they put on hats, they could even protect them from snow and rain.
The snow and rain just slid off as soon as they landed on it, and it didn't get wet at all after all this time; it's truly amazing.
Judging from their steady steps, they were clearly in good physical condition and had not been chilled.
Thinking of this, the constable stepped forward and asked, "Where did you buy these clothes? My brothers and I would like some too. Would you mind telling us?"
Since the constables had spoken, Yun Zhourong naturally dared not refuse, after all, she would have to make a living under their command in the future.
He then asked, "How many items does the officer need?"
Hearing Yun Zhourong's answer, the officers knew she didn't want to reveal how she obtained the clothes, so they didn't press her, replying, "Everyone needs them, a total of six."
“Yes, and these shoes of yours, could you buy us a pair too?” another constable chimed in.
“Yes, but it will have to wait until tomorrow,” Yun Zhourong said.
"No problem, then I'll trouble you, Miss Yun." The constable clasped his hands in thanks.
Although the eldest son was freezing cold, he was afraid of the constables' whips, so even though his legs were trembling, he could only force himself to continue on his way.
Yun Mingxuan was already injured, making walking even more difficult. He had already fallen and scraped his palms, which were bruised, swollen, and covered in chilblains.
He had never suffered like this before, and he couldn't help but cry. As a result, his tears froze on his face, making him feel even worse.
As for Yun Hongshen, he remained silent from beginning to end, as if he were invisible.
It wasn't until the mid-morning break that the officers finally found a thatched hut and allowed everyone to stop and rest.
The eldest son and the others were almost exhausted. Yun Mingxuan was so tired that he lay down on the ground, and the others squatted down, panting heavily.
Looking at the second wife's group, after they took off their scarves, hats, and earmuffs, they were still full of energy, and even their skin was moist.
That sight filled Qin with hatred.
How long had it been? The second wife's family, who should have starved to death, actually had their complexions visibly rosy.
Even Yun Mingyuan, that sickly fellow, looks much better now.
Damn it, who's been secretly helping them behind the scenes!
The second family started a fire, heating up their food and warming themselves by the fire.
"Although these clothes are warm, it's still cold after walking in the snow for a long time." The old woman took off her gloves and rubbed her hands tremblingly.
"Yes, it would be nice to have a hot water bottle."
Zhao sighed and then chuckled, "Even though I'm in exile, my desire to enjoy life hasn't changed."
"Hmm, I'll ask Lord Snow Fairy about it later."
Yun Zhourong thought it made a lot of sense and said thoughtfully, "We already have hot water bottles here, so the Snow Demon should have something even better."
“Okay, then you can ask. We two are not related, but your grandmother and Xiao Yuan are frail and really can’t stand the cold,” Yun Hongcheng agreed.
"Don't worry, Father, everyone will definitely get a share."
After Yun Zhourong finished speaking with a smile, she felt that her hands were not so stiff anymore, so she took out paper and pen and started writing.
I used the pen and notebook that Ji Minxiu gave me, and I wrote about cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
After Ji Minxiu's detailed instruction yesterday, although she is not yet very proficient in practical skills, she has no problem with the theory.
In the letter, she specifically instructed that it would be best to practice chest compressions on some corpses.
After all, there is still a gap between practice and theory.
Over there, Yun Hongcheng, curious after seeing her writing method, leaned closer to take a look and was immediately stunned. "This... this pen can actually dispense ink on its own?"
"Yes, it was given by Lady Snow Demon. Would you like to try it, Father?" Yun Zhourong then took out a pen and a notebook and handed them over.
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