Chapter 61 Jinwu Town
Just when both of them were in a panic, a pair of big hands grabbed the back of Xiao Fubao's collar and lifted him up like a little yellow penguin.
Little Fubao's short arms and legs were still flapping in the air, and her whole body was lifted up in an instant. Little Fubao found it very novel. She giggled with joy and didn't feel any fear at all.
Wan Xingmo picked up the person and handed her to Wan Wen, "Take her away. There is some dirt in this room. Don't let the dirt fumes get on the little sister." Wan Xingmo said lightly.
Wan Wen quickly took it and carried little Fubao away.
With the help of Wan Ersao's hemostatic herbs, Wan Jinshu's injuries were finally stabilized, but he has not woken up yet.
He lay next to Wan Xingmo, his face as white as snow and his lips bloodless.
After taking a look, Old Lady Wan sighed in her heart: What a sin, these beasts deserve to die.
Old Mrs. Wan looked at Zhao, who was sitting next to Wan Jinshu and wiping her tears from time to time, shook her head, and left.
After returning to the east wing, Old Mrs. Wan untied the bundle. She picked up the torn clothes on top, revealing a ginseng half a finger long underneath. She looked at it again and again before reluctantly handing it to Liu.
"Fourth daughter-in-law, give this to your third sister-in-law, and ask her to make two slices of ginseng soup every time after cooking to keep General Wan alive. Whether he can wake up depends on his luck."
Liu took the ginseng with both hands and walked out.
Old Mrs. Wan took another look at it with some reluctance. It was a hundred-year-old ginseng, and she had never tasted it. Originally, this ginseng was prepared for Mrs. Liu.
Giving birth is a dangerous thing for women, and having this hundred-year-old ginseng can reduce some risks. Besides, they are unfamiliar with the place and they don’t know any midwives, so there is a high probability that they will give birth themselves.
Although Old Mrs. Wan did not tell her daughters-in-law, she knew it in her heart. She had made a good plan, but plans cannot keep up with changes. Who could have thought that the ginseng would disappear before it even arrived?
I stayed in this village for five or six days in a row. It never snowed and it was sunny all those days.
It is already the twelfth lunar month. If we don’t hurry up, we may have to spend New Year’s Eve on the road.
Wan Jinshu finally woke up thanks to ginseng, but he was still quite weak. For Wan Xingmo's sake, Old Lady Wan gritted her teeth and gave some of the rice she had bought for Xiao Fubao. She asked Sister Wan to cook more porridge for Xiao Fubao and give Wan Jinshu something good to eat so that he could recover faster.
After breakfast that morning, Li Zuo glanced at the sun that was already setting in the east, and said to everyone, "Everyone, pack up. We are going to set off today. If it snows again, we will starve to death here."
The scar on Wan Xingmo's back has scabbed over. Zhao borrowed Wan Ersao's needle and thread to mend Wan Xingmo's cotton jacket. Now that he has put on the clothes, it is impossible to tell that Wan Xingmo has been injured.
Wan Jinshu still needs someone to support him when he gets up. After all, he has lost too much blood, which cannot be replenished in a short time, and requires a long period of recovery.
Now that everyone has heard Li Zuo's words, they also know that they can't stay here any longer. Fortunately, it has been sunny these past few days, and the snow on the road is not as thick as it was a few days ago.
While packing her things, Old Mrs. Wan told her daughter-in-law and sons to get moving.
After an hour of hard work, I finally packed up my things.
These five or six days were enough time for them to rest, and everyone in the Wan family felt full of strength again.
These days I have been eating and sleeping, and what I eat is meat. How can I not have strength?
The only difficulty was that Wan Jinshu needed someone to support him when walking. Although his legs were not injured, he did have an arm broken and his body felt a little weak.
Wan Xingmo still had an injury on his back and couldn't overwork, so the task of supporting Wan Jinshu was left to several brothers of the Wan family.
Half an hour had passed before I finally got out of the house.
The sun was very big in the sky, but no one could feel any warmth.
As soon as you step out of the door, the biting north wind blows directly into your collar.
Qiu was wearing the thinnest clothes, and she was accompanied by Wan Yiqun and Wan Xinghui.
After Wan Xinghui's mother, Sun, passed away, Wan Xinghui stayed with Qiu and has survived these days.
Chang's son Wan Xingchang also froze to death in the last snowstorm.
A large group of people were standing at the entrance of the village, and the oncoming north wind made people shiver uncontrollably.
They had not walked far when Qiu and the two children were so cold that they could hardly move. In the ice and snow, they were only wearing a thin undershirt.
Seeing that the three people were so cold, Old Mrs. Wan asked Mrs. Wan Er to put the children's old clothes on them. Although they were a bit worn out, they were cotton-padded clothes after all.
Qiu was about to kneel down in the snow and kowtow to Old Lady Wan, but was stopped by her.
"Think of me as an old woman accumulating blessings for my descendants. Hurry up and put the clothes on the two children. If you don't mind, I have an old cotton-padded jacket here, but it's just patched up. I'll give it to you first."
How could Qiu be disgusted? She quickly shook her head. Her little face was blue from the cold, her lips were black purple, and her brain was so frozen that it was a little slow to react.
After this little episode, everyone was on their way again.
Fortunately, the weather was nice and it was sunny all the way. There was also a village where we could stay overnight. Everything went so smoothly.
Finally, twenty days later, everyone arrived at the place of exile, a small border town - Jinwu Town.
When they arrived at Wujin Town, it was noon. Li Zuo asked Xiangyang to guard the prisoner on the spot while he went to the mayor of the town to hand over the prisoner.
All the criminals exiled to the northwest by the emperor were sent to this most remote town, and then assigned to the villages below by Wang Xingwang, the mayor of Wujin Town.
After Li Zuo handed the information of these people to Wang Xingwang, Wang Xingwang took the information to the county government office in the county town to handle their household registration. Before the household registration was handled, these people had to be detained in a temporary prison in the town.
Wang Xingwang was a well-known snob. He knew very well that these criminals had nothing to rely on during their journey, but he still tortured them. The worst incident was a few years ago when a group of exiles were detained in a temporary prison for half a month and almost died in it. Only then did Wang Xingwang handle the household registration for these people and sent them to the village.
Li Zuo had developed some feelings with these people along the way, so he said a few good words on behalf of Old Lady Wan and the others in front of Wang Xingwang.
However, whether it will be useful or not depends on the luck of Old Lady Wan and her group.
At this time, Old Lady Wan and her group, who were waiting at the entrance of the town, were stamping their feet due to the cold. They were sweating all over as they walked along.
Now that I stopped, the sweat from my clothes soaked through and I felt even colder.
The men kept stamping their feet and rubbing their hands, while the women put their hands in their sleeves to keep warm. Each of them wore a tiger-skin hat or a wolf-skin hat on their heads to protect their ears.
At this time, a carriage passed by them.
The carriage was not gorgeous, but it was very sturdy. The canopy was made of blue cloth and fur, so it looked like it should be very warm.
When the carriage passed in front of the group of people, little Fubao took a look at the carriage. At this moment, a gust of wind blew open the curtains. Little Fubao saw a child with his hands and feet tied up and a rag stuffed in his mouth, huddled in a corner of the carriage in fear.
"Guoguo—Guoguo—Papa—" Little Fubao's little hand subconsciously wanted to grab the slowly passing carriage.
But Wan Ersao quickly hugged little Fubao.
"Don't be afraid, dear. Your brothers are here. We will have a new home tonight. Be good, Fubao." Mrs. Wan coaxed him softly.
Wan Xingmo, who was standing aside, sensed something was wrong. His five senses were very sensitive. When the carriage passed by him just now, he clearly smelled a faint fragrance that seemed familiar.
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