Su Mibao took out the special raincoat that Leng Feng's team wore when on missions from the space. This raincoat was waterproof and bulletproof, and it looked very ordinary in appearance.
"good."
Su Zhenbei turned over, jumped out of the donkey cart and climbed onto the cart shed.
Almost at the moment when he jumped onto the carriage shed, a prisoner behind him jumped in front of the Wang family carriage and kicked the carriage.
Su Zhenbei looked at that kick. This was a martial artist practicing external Qi, whose skills were all in his legs.
With this kick, the Wang family's carriage would surely flip over into the ravine, killing everyone on board. The Wang family members outside were already screaming in shock.
Whoosh! The prisoner felt a pain in his leg and could no longer lift it. His leg was broken. What was even more strange was that it was broken by a string of raindrops flying at him.
“There is an expert!”
The prisoner cried out in pain and turned to say to his five companions who were following closely behind him.
Sumibao only heard a bunch of incomprehensible chatter, mixed with words like "the wind is strong" and "bullshit".
She didn't see it from inside the carriage, but a strange scene happened outside right after.
A prisoner suddenly pulled up someone next to him and threw him out, then he leaped up, stepped on the person he had thrown out, and flew straight down the ravine.
The same operation was carried out, including the man with a broken leg, who also stepped on others and fell straight down the ravine.
Unexpectedly, things took a sudden turn for the better.
Su Zhenbei looked at the Zhaowei and the imperial guards running towards him from behind, and immediately turned around, got out of the carriage shed, and got into the donkey cart.
The people in the front didn't know that the crisis of the prisoners behind had been resolved, but they became confused after hearing the screams from the back.
The eldest daughter-in-law Fang Juexia of the Su family's third branch pulled the cart, while Su Chengliang's two concubines Liu and Li Xia each held a rope and pulled the cart on the left and right sides. Xia Ping'er, Lu Wanwan, and Lu Qingchi pushed the cart in the back. Sitting on the cart were Grandma Lu, the third master Su Quanming, and the third grandmother Lu Huifen. There were also two children, six-year-old Su Zihuai and six-year-old Su Qiaoqiao.
There is also a person who should not be sitting in the car, but is sitting in the car at this time - Su Ziliang.
This morning, when they were only halfway through their journey, Su Ziliang had a bad idea and deliberately sprained his ankle while walking, so it was natural for him to sit on the cart.
It was raining heavily and the roads were slippery. The roads were all uphill. The ancient carts all had wooden wheels, and once covered in mud, they were very heavy. There was no way six women could pull them. As they were pulling, the cart got stuck in a mud pit and could not move.
"Dad, should we throw away the quilt on the cart? It's soaked with rain, heavy and wet, and it'll delay our ride."
Su Chengliang’s first reaction was to throw away the things on the cart.
Anyway, all the things belong to the second room.
"You are stupid. The things on this cart are all ours now. We don't have much money and we are still a long way from exile. Don't underestimate these things. They are all good things. Sometimes you can't even buy them with money."
For the first time, Lu Huifen did not agree with her youngest son's suggestion.
"Your mother is right. We are now exiled prisoners. There are only desolate mountains and wilderness along the way. Where can we buy things? Even if we come across a village or town in the future, it is hard to say whether the officials will let us go in to buy things. These pots, bowls, and quilts are more useful than people in any way."
At this point, Master Su San stared at Su Qiaoqiao. It was really outrageous that a burden brought by a concubine was sitting in their family's expensive car.
"Dad is right."
Su Chengliang kicked Su Zihuai out of the car.
He felt so distressed when he saw his daughter Ping'er pushing the cart outside. If he could stop everyone from talking and find a good reason to let Xia Ping'er ride in the car, he really didn't want Xia Ping'er to walk in the mud.
If I could have come across a town earlier, I would have bought a carriage, and Ping'er wouldn't have to suffer this. Su Chengliang kept thinking this.
Su Zihuai was kicked out of the car and fell to the ground.
He was sitting in the car, and because he knew that no one in the car liked him, he kept hiding at the edge of the car. He didn't expect that his second uncle would suddenly kick him out.
He was just a little kid who fell from a high car and landed headfirst on the ground with a bang, hitting his head on the rocks and mud.
Mother and child are connected by heart.
Fang Juexia heard the child cry and then fell silent.
Intuition is the voice of my son.
She turned her head sharply and saw in disbelief that her son was lying on the mud.
"Huai'er."
She dropped the car, rushed over, picked up her son, and found that his forehead was broken, with blood and rain running down his face, and his face was also scratched.
"Mom - don't cry. I'm not in pain."
Su Zihuai looked at Fang Juexia, whose face was wet with rain and eyes full of tears, and stretched out his little hand to wipe his mother's face.
Grandpa and grandma said that his father was dead and he became a fatherless child. His mother became a widow and he and his mother would have to rely on his grandparents and uncle for support. He was told to listen to his grandparents and uncle.
"Oh, look, this child, how could he be so naughty, he couldn't see for a moment, how could he fall down?"
Lu Huifen chuckled.
He glared at his youngest son with dissatisfaction.
Brat, you have no brains. The reason they let Su Zihuai ride in the car was not to coax Fang Juexia to pull the car?
Just like Xia Ping'er, the youngest son reached out and carried Su Qiaoqiao into the car. They didn't know what to say to the youngest son, but they also wanted Xia Ping'er to pull the cart, so they just agreed.
As for Liu and Li, they were the concubines of the youngest son. They were slaves and deserved to serve their masters. Not to mention asking them to pull carts, even if there was no food on the road and they were sold, they would not be able to resist.
As for Lu Wanwan and Lu Qingchi, these two girls are her nieces. It's not that she doesn't love them, but these two girls are only 17 or 18 years old, young, and healthy. If they ride in the car, it would be inconvenient to let Fang Juexia pull the car. After all, it's unreasonable for the cousin to pull two distant relatives.
"Huai'er, tell me how you fell down?"
The mother-in-law coaxed the money given by her parents into giving her away, and was trying to snatch her last package, but yesterday she was reluctant to give her son even a bite of steamed bun.
Fang Juexia didn't understand, because her son Su Zihuai was now the only grandson of the third branch of the Su family.
In this world, which grandparents don't love their own grandchildren?
As they spent the past few days together, she felt increasingly disheartened by everything that everyone in her husband's family did.
Just like this cart, the father-in-law is not too old and in good health. What about the brother-in-law? What about a sprained ankle? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is something fishy going on.
But Fang Juexia thought that her son was too young. After walking all day yesterday, his feet were worn out. He couldn't walk anymore. She was tied up with a rope and couldn't carry her son. She could only watch her son gritting his teeth and struggling. Her heart was broken.
Fortunately, yesterday evening, my mother-in-law stole a cart from the second wife, and today her parents-in-law asked her to pull the cart. She thought that as long as her son could have a cart, she would pull the cart. It didn't matter if she was a little tired, she didn't care, as long as her son had a car.
But,
Fang Juexia felt sad.