After watching this act of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys before departure, the four families set out again in the same formation as when they came.
This time, Jiang Hu walked beside Shen Zhaozhao on purpose.
"Ms. Shen, why did you come down so late just now?"
Jiang Hu's hawk-like eyes stared at Shen Zhaozhao.
He was really curious about where Shen got the good charcoal.
After all, the official in the capital had reminded him to keep an eye on this young wife.
He was careless before.
Now it seems that either the person behind the Shen family has been secretly taking care of her.
Either that, or the exile of the Zhan family is only temporary, and there are other forces.
He suspected that Shen was late just now and went to meet those people behind the scenes.
Shen Zhaozhao blinked innocently.
"Sir, I am used to going to the toilet in the morning."
Jiang Hu: ...
This woman was just like a grown man, and she didn't shy away from words at all.
Having been turned down by Shen Zhaozhao, Jiang Huji did not bother to bother with anything anymore.
Anyway, there is still a long way to go.
The people behind the Shen and Zhan families take better care of them, and he, the escorting official, gets more benefits.
Shen Zhaozhao looked at Jiang Hu's gradually approaching back in silence, and said "tsk".
This officer is quite smart.
He had agreed not to ask her where the charcoal came from, but his words were full of testing.
She had just returned to the dormitory and put all the bedding used by the Zhan family back into the space.
After wasting such a short while, Jiang Hu started to keep an eye on him.
We left the town where the post station was and walked along the official road for most of the way.
No matter how much the officers urged them or threatened them with whips, the families slowed down their pace.
These two days, they only filled their stomachs before leaving.
Last night, I had some porridge at the post station.
It is better to say "a few grains of rice and water" than "thin porridge".
In the morning, everyone set out on an empty stomach. After walking for half a day, they were already starving.
"Mom, I need to eat."
Cao Yue, the youngest son of the Cao family, has said the same thing for the tenth time.
This time, after he finished speaking, he stopped and said he would not move any further.
The young master who was originally from the family was suddenly exiled. He was not well fed and well clothed, and he started to have a temper tantrum.
The situation on the Zhan family's side is not much better.
The old lady's face was pale. She held Huang Juan's hand and forced herself to walk.
Yang was supported by Zhan Xiaoyao and Guo.
In the morning, Yang was devastated by what happened to Yang Hanliu.
She never expected that her niece, whom she treated with all her heart, would not care about her at all and insisted that it was the charcoal that was stolen by the Zhan family.
Along the way, Yang walked as if she had lost her soul.
"Do you see the pavilion in front?" Jiang Hu glanced at the four exiled families and gave a wink to his servants.
Said loudly.
"We'll distribute dry food there at noon!"
When they heard that dry food was being distributed, everyone quickened their pace.
Shen Zhaozhao was very hungry.
In her space, there was also the meat she had taken out from the Zhan family's kitchen.
But there were so many people around that it was difficult for her to take it out.
Hearing about the dry food, I followed the team to the pavilion in front.
After a while, two officers came carrying a basket.
Shen Zhaozhao's eyelids jumped.
The basket is all soaked.
I don't think it contains anything good.
"Come on, go down."
The officer put the basket heavily on the ground and lifted the linen cloth covering it.
"One black bun per person."
After the officer finished speaking, he smiled maliciously, grabbed one and handed it to the first person who came forward.
Shen Zhaozhao didn't recognize that person and looked at the people from the Chen family.
Shen Zhaozhao's attention was focused on the black steamed bun in the man's hand.
It's pitch black.
She watched helplessly as the man, terribly hungry, stuffed the black steamed bun into his mouth.
Use force.
Try harder.
He had a large piece of black bread stuffed into his wide-open mouth. He tried hard for a long time but failed to bite off even a tiny bit.
"How can you eat this thing?"
Soon after, the people who received the black steamed buns began to complain.
"Oh, my old man's hair...his hair was knocked off by this thing!"
"Sir, you are here only to be exiled, not to be animals!"
"You can't ask us to sleep in a stable one moment and eat pig food the next."
"You guys are so cute!"
The exiles began to become restless.
The man threw the black steamed bun directly onto the ground, and it bounced twice, and the bun rolled away.
Guo squeezed to the front and took back the Zhan family's share immediately.
When Shen Zhaozhao took the black bun, he felt it was hard at first.
It was hard enough to defend oneself or even hit someone.
"Chen... Zhaozhao..."
An obscure male voice sounded.
Shen Zhaozhao turned around and looked at Zhan Nanxing lying on the stretcher.
The two servants received the black steamed buns.
At this moment, the stretcher was placed on the bed, and Shen Zhaozhao was looking down at him.
"Give."
Zhan Nanxing handed over a bamboo tube.
He brought this from the post station and held it in his hand all the way.
The road was bumpy, but nothing spilled.
The black steamed bun was hard to swallow, and many people choked and rushed to the stream nearby to drink water directly.
"Don't drink raw water."
Zhan Nanxing finished speaking and signaled Shen Zhaozhao with his eyes. The water in his hand was boiled.
Shen Zhaozhao squatted down, took the bamboo tube from his hand, and took a sip.
The sweet water moistened my throat.
Yesterday she had to drink rain water, but today, after walking for most of the day, she felt thirsty.
Others didn't care and drank spring water or stream water along the way, but as a doctor, she had to boil the water before drinking it.
God knows how much E. coli is in this water.
"You are so careful."
Shen Zhaozhao only took a sip and handed the bamboo tube back to Zhan Nanxing.
Zhan Nanxing didn't take it, and motioned for her to eat the black steamed bun with it.
Shen Zhaozhao looked at the hard black bun in his hand with an embarrassed expression.
She had a big piece of meat, but there were too many people and too many eyes, so she couldn't eat it.
"Sir, my son almost choked to death just now!" Mrs. Cao rushed up from the stream and knelt down at Jiang Hu's feet.
She herself could eat poorly, but she could not let her son eat poorly.
"Please, sir, give me some white flour."
After Mrs. Cao finished speaking, she looked greedily at the white flour steamed bun in Jiang Hu's hand.
After Jiang Hu and the officers had distributed the black steamed buns, several people took out their own white flour steamed buns to eat.
The soft and delicious white flour buns became an elusive good thing in the eyes of the hungry people.
"Alas, according to the rules, the prisoners you exiled can only eat black bread."
Jiang Hu took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand.
"But who can make you soft-hearted?"
He waved his hand, and one of his servants took out a bundle containing a few plump white flour steamed buns, which made Mrs. Cao's eyes glow green.
"So, this is the ration that we share among our brothers."
"There are so many of you, one bite per person is not enough."
"A white flour bun costs one ounce of silver. If you need it, bring money to buy it."
"There are only a few of them here in the wild mountains. They are all sold out. You can't buy them even if you have money!"
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