night.
The exile team rested in a relatively flat open space on the side of the road. Everyone found a place to stay, and those who had extra food quickly found firewood and set up a pot to cook.
The prisoners, who had no food, could only wait for the officials to distribute steamed bread to fill their stomachs. However, they also went to the woods to pick up some firewood to keep warm. Because it was already autumn, and as they went north, the temperature was getting colder, especially in the morning and at night.
Feng Jiuyan got off the donkey cart with a food box in his hand, followed closely by Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli.
Feng Jiuyan and Song Chen were preparing to build a stove, while Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli were responsible for collecting firewood in the forest, and Song Ning followed them. Huahua also followed the three of them happily and walked into the grove.
Seeing this, the little beggar who had been hiding in an inconspicuous place also walked into the grove.
Feng Jiuyan glanced at the little beggar with murderous eyes.
For some reason, Song Chen suddenly felt a little cold, and even had goose bumps. "Miss Feng, what's wrong?"
Feng Jiuyan quickly shook his head, "I think the little beggar came to our house on purpose, you and An Ning should be more careful. Otherwise, it will be bad if you get implicated."
She stopped there and didn't say anything more.
But Song Chen was a smart man. Although Miss Feng did not say for sure that there was something wrong with the little beggar, since she had pointed it out, there must be something wrong with the little beggar.
Miss Feng's family saved his and his sister's lives. Miss Feng's family affairs are also his and his sister's affairs. He must always pay attention to the movements of the little beggar and protect Miss Feng's family.
Song Chen withdrew his gaze and continued to concentrate on building the stove. Soon, with the cooperation of the two, two simple stoves were built.
On the other side, in the woods.
Madam Feng, Feng Jiuli, Song Ning, Huahua and a cat were chatting and laughing while picking up firewood in the woods.
Suddenly, the voice of the little beggar was heard out of nowhere.
"Madam, young master, I will also help you collect firewood."
Feng Jiuli paused while picking up firewood, raised her head, and glared at the little beggar. "What's wrong with you? Why are you coming to our side? This place is so big! And you said you didn't come to steal my delicious food!" She said angrily, looking at the little beggar fiercely.
Even though Feng Jiuli was young and didn't know anything about the Black Feather Order, he could guess from his sister's attitude towards the little beggar that the little beggar had ill intentions towards their family.
Saying that the little beggar stole his food was just an excuse for him to blatantly exclude and alienate the little beggar.
In this way, you can protect yourself and your family by preventing the little beggar from getting close to you, and also prevent the little beggar from becoming suspicious.
Seeing that the little master was angry, Huahua threw the firewood in her mouth at Feng Jiuli's feet. Her hair stood on end, and she stared coldly at the little beggar, "Ouch——"
It seemed like a warning to the little beggar.
The little beggar shook his head and looked at Feng Jiuli with a pitiful look as if he was about to cry, "I didn't. I just wanted to help you pick up some firewood to repay you for saving my life. I definitely didn't mean to steal your food."
Song Ning, who was standing nearby, looked the little beggar up and down, and couldn't help but interject, "Are you joining our team to repay the favor of saving your life?"
The little beggar's eyes moved slightly and he nodded, "Yes."
Song Ning's eyes became sharp. He protected Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli behind him and looked at him with caution. "You are talking nonsense! Just now you said that the townspeople in Lianhua Town beat and scolded you, and you couldn't stay there, so you begged Master Meng to let you follow the exile team."
Huahua was cheering from the side, crying out loudly.
The little beggar was so anxious that he was incoherent. "I, I, I was just, I was just talking nonsense. I, I really joined the exile team to repay the lady for saving my life."
"Hmph!" Feng Jiuli poked her head out from behind Song Ning, pointed at the little beggar, and said angrily, "Hmph, he is inconsistent. What he said is that he wants to steal my food. Sister Song, please chase him away quickly. He is a thief. He stole the buns from the owner of the bun shop, and now he wants to steal things from our house."
"Ouch--" Huahua bared her sharp teeth and stared at the little beggar with an even more ferocious and sharp look, as if she would rush up and bite off the little beggar's neck in the next second.
The little beggar was frightened by Huahua's powerful aura. This small-looking cat-like animal in front of him was so ferocious!
Song Ning was completely unaware of this and truly believed Feng Jiuli's lies. He put his hands on his hips and drove the little beggar away ferociously.
The little beggar looked at the three people and the cat looking at him warily, gritted his teeth, and decided to retreat first, lest he really offend the three of them and become annoying.
It is better to wait for the right time to win their favor and then take the opportunity to approach them.
The little beggar forced a smile and looked at the three people aggrievedly, "Whether you believe it or not, I really want to repay the young lady for saving my life. Next time you need help, you can call me. I'm leaving first."
After saying this, the little beggar held the firewood in his hand and moved away from the three people.
Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, don't be afraid, A Li, he's gone. If he really dares to steal your food, tell me and I'll help you beat him up!"
"Yeah, thank you Sister Aning." Feng Jiuli raised a sweet smile.
"Awoo~" Huahua also called out gently.
The two men bent down and continued to collect firewood.
Madam Feng looked at the direction the little beggar left. She couldn't help but tighten her hands holding the firewood. Her eyes moved slightly, full of worry.
Feng Jiuli looked up and found her mother holding a pile of firewood in a daze. She called her worriedly, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"
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