After settling in at the post station, Xie Ming and his son went over to take a few glances at the people who were burning red from the fever, and then sat down to wait for the officials to distribute the food.
When the exiles first set out, they would rush along, giving people one meal in the morning and one in the evening. Once their personalities had been molded, they would slow down and give them an extra meal if the journey became difficult.
But when the two of them saw the black cornbread in their hands, they both looked down on it and didn't want to eat it.
"Daddy, you eat, I'll just have a little bit. Yu-ge'er gets full very easily!"
Seeing the large half-eaten cornbread handed to him by a slightly dirty little hand, Xie Ming burst into tears.
"Okay, Daddy will eat. Tomorrow, Yu-ge will eat by himself."
After saying that, Xie Ming stuffed the untouched bread into his bundle, then looked at the black cornbread his son had given him, and he just couldn't bring himself to eat it.
Xie Yuzhi surprised him greatly; the food was tough and hard to swallow, but he still ate it carefully in small bites.
My son is so sensible, he can't cheat. Sincerity is the key to opening hearts!
The two started eating, and Xie Ming turned off the kid's cheat to avoid arousing suspicion. Even so, some people still came up to make things difficult for him.
"Your uncle's family still has a surplus. We don't even have enough to eat, so we won't share with you."
The speaker was Xie Chenghan, the second son of Xie Ming's elder brother and also Xie Ming's nephew. Everyone had just set off and had been given white flour and dry rations by relatives and friends.
This thing is very precious these days, and nobody wants to give it away for free. Xie Ming is, after all, an elder.
If they hog all the food and don't let the father and son be spared, people will still talk behind their backs.
Xie Ming hadn't expected his nephew to be so "bold" and jump out to exclude him so early on.
"Don't worry about us, father and son. We've already separated our families. We're two separate families now." He rolled his eyes.
"When did our Xie family divide up its property? Father never mentioned it when he was alive. Does Uncle want to make us bear the crime of being unfilial by saying this?"
Xie Chenghan was decades older than Xie Ming and had been used to being a gentleman in a marquis's household, so he naturally didn't want anyone to slip out of control when the Xie family fell into trouble.
"Hehe~ Your dad said he wouldn't divide the family property, but my dad said he would after he dies! Is your dad bigger or my dad bigger? Don't talk to me about filial piety! If your uncle really gets serious, you'll have to come and be filial to me in the future!"
Xie Ming was quite reckless, which infuriated Xie Chenghan. Seeing that the time was right, he said, "I am under the protection of the Marquis's mansion after all, so don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. But remember, don't come to me looking for trouble."
"Since Uncle says so, then we shall certainly obey. Humph!" Xie Chenghan said, then turned and left.
Xie Ming couldn't understand if he had lost his mind in his past life. His son didn't have any special abilities, and he had no one to bring him food.
At that time, the wet nurse was exiled along with them, and the three of them barely managed to survive on the money given to them by his in-laws.
So what's wrong with him that he's bothering with the direct descendants who have plenty of food, drink, and clothing?
He blamed himself for valuing the Xie family's comfortable life too much, genuinely treating these cold-hearted people as his own children. He felt like he was slapping himself in the face, as the land deeds he had previously hidden for the Xie family's descendants instantly turned to dust.
For the sake of them not harming the father and son in their past lives, let's go our separate ways from now on!
"Dad, does your foot hurt? Let me take a look."
His troublesome son interrupted Xie Ming's rambling thoughts.
"Let me see what's wrong."
Ignoring the child's petty thoughts, Xie Ming quickly took off his shoes, and gasped when he saw what was inside.
He had completely forgotten about it; the child's feet were so tender that they had been walking around all day, and they were almost entirely covered in blisters.
It's tough on a 5-year-old child to persevere without crying or fussing.
After patting his son's head and washing it with water, Xie Ming picked up a needle and, by the moonlight, began to prick the puncture sites one by one.
Feeling his son's shivering and tense little feet, Xie Ming had no choice but to harden his heart and finish pricking the blisters first.
After finishing, he reached into the bundle and, through the "anywhere window" inside, got some medicine powder from the imperial physician to apply to the child.
Throughout the entire process, Xie Yuzhi remained silent with red eyes, staring intently at his movements with wet, focused gaze.
Xie Ming felt a mix of sadness and tenderness, and even regretted not giving him some "painkillers."
After the child fell asleep, he used some magic. By tomorrow morning, only the surface wounds would remain on the little feet; the insides would have been completely healed.
He could have chosen not to take this path, but the Xie Yuzhi of this world is different.
He was exiled once in his life. Since he was going to leave sooner or later, he might as well come sooner. At least he was still a child and could be held in his arms to suffer less.
After the child fell into a deep sleep, Xie Ming put him in a corner and walked out.
Xie Qiwei, who was standing next to her, felt that Xie Ming was a heartless person because he left his 5-year-old uncle to sleep alone in a corner.
No! She had to ask her half-sister to go and take care of her; after all, good deeds bring good fortune. At that moment, she didn't care at all that her half-sister was delirious with fever.
Ignoring the pain in her body, she stood up angrily, ready to first accuse Xie Ming of irresponsibility, and then have her half-sister go and serve her.
But when Zhen Gen stood up straight like a demon, a faint light flashed in the room, but she couldn't say a word. The Xie family members who noticed her stared at her inexplicably.
"Sister Wei, you are..."
His mother looked up at her with a puzzled and ambiguous expression, clearly misunderstanding that she wanted to go to the outhouse.
Xie Qiwei cried out, "I—!" and then didn't know what else to say! She completely forgot why she had stood up in the first place!
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she called out again, "Me—"
Again, not a single P was produced. Xie Qiwei felt incredibly frustrated, as if a piece of waterlogged cotton was stuck in her chest. She was certain she had overlooked something very important!
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