Zhang Xiaowu smiled brightly, reached out and patted Meng Liang's shoulders a few times, and said in a cheerful tone, "Good grandson, grandpa forgives you."
Zhang Xiaowu felt a little sorry and wanted to pat Meng Liang on the head.
Alas, in order not to anger Meng Liang, I had to put away the little tricks in my mind.
Zhang Xiaowu's slap knocked Meng Liang to the ground.
He never expected that Zhang Xiaowu would pat him on the shoulder and say those words.
This really pissed him off.
No, I feel so dizzy and my head hurts even more.
Meng Liang rolled his eyes and fainted from anger. Before he fainted, he struggled to say, "No need for acupuncture, I'll just sleep."
After saying this, he fainted.
This caused his men to be in a state of panic again.
The scene before my eyes looked extremely comfortable.
Feng Jiuyan hid in an inconspicuous place and laughed secretly. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, hiding his achievements and fame.
Smacking their lips, everyone dispersed contentedly, fearing that if they walked too slowly, Meng Liang would target them in the future.
Feng Jiuyan returned to Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli and said in a low voice, "Mother, A'li, you two should rest for a while and take a nap. Judging from Meng Liang's condition, it may take a while before we can set off. I'll take care of the pheasants I just hunted."
Madam Feng's eyes were slightly red. Her family of four lived on the border. Although the conditions were difficult, her daughter had never done such rough work.
But in just two years, his daughter could actually kill chickens.
It is conceivable how difficult my daughter's life is in the capital.
Madam Feng wiped her eyes with her sleeve and said quickly, "Ayan, come and take a rest. You must be tired from weaving straw hats and hunting pheasants. Come later, you can teach A Niang later, and A Niang will do these tasks in the future."
Feng Jiuyan's heart warmed up and she smiled brightly, "Mom, I'm not tired. I will be able to cook the pheasant soon. You can take a good rest with Ah Li now. Next time, next time I will definitely teach you how to kill a chicken."
Mrs. Feng couldn't persuade her daughter, so she had to take her youngest son to rest aside.
Feng Jiuyan carried the pheasant and walked to where Zhang Chong and others were resting.
Zhang Chong was holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, and he was lazily sitting against a big tree, with his right leg crossed over his left leg, swaying from time to time. He looked up and saw Feng Jiuyan standing in front of him holding a pheasant.
Because Feng Jiuyan had given their mortal enemy Meng Liang a hard time today, Zhang Chong and the others felt extremely comfortable, so Zhang Chong was also very happy to see Feng Jiuyan at this moment.
Looking up, Zhang Chong asked cheerfully, "Miss Feng, what can I do for you? Tell me."
“Here,” Feng Jiuyan raised the pheasant in his hand, “I would like to borrow your knife and pot to kill the pheasant.”
"no problem."
Zhang Chong was very straightforward, pulling out a sharp dagger from his side and throwing it to Feng Jiuyan. "I can only borrow it for a cup of tea." Then, he winked at an official beside him, "Go, get a pot for Miss Feng to use for a while."
After Feng Jiuyan got the pot, he found a place near the stream, set up the pot, and filled it with water. Then he picked up some firewood, took out a fire starter from the space under the cover of his sleeves, and burned the firewood.
Soon, the water in the pot boiled.
Feng Jiuyan used the knife to cleanly cut the chicken's neck. However, because the chicken had been dead for quite some time, not much blood flowed out.
The prisoner stared at the pheasant in Feng Jiuyan's hand with a fiery gaze, wishing he could possess Feng Jiuyan and take the pheasant for himself.
Feng Jiuyan could certainly feel the envy and jealousy of the crowd, but she was too lazy to pay attention to them. Anyway, they couldn't beat her, so let them continue to envy and hate her.
She threw the chicken into the pot and blanched it for a few minutes, then took the chicken to the stream, plucked its feathers, gutted it, and cleaned the pheasant.
Feng Jiuyan returned the dagger and the iron pot to Zhang Chong, and then walked back to Madam Feng, carrying a pheasant weighing about three pounds.
The distance of just a few meters was enough to make everyone envious.
Many people stared at the pheasant in Feng Jiuyan's hand, and some even offered money to buy it, but were directly rejected by Feng Jiuyan.
The people from the second and third branches of the Feng family have long been eyeing Feng Jiuyan's wild chicken.
Madam Feng called over Second Master Feng and Third Master Feng, "You two go and tell Miss Yan that I've been feeling weak lately and want to eat chicken."
Master Feng Er and Master Feng San felt nervous because they had suffered many losses at the hands of Feng Jiuyan.
But...they both swallowed at the same time.
It’s not their fault that they forgot the pain after the wound healed, it’s just that the naked pheasant was too tempting.
Even if they are torn to pieces, they must eat pheasant today!
Master Feng thought for a moment and said quickly, "Mom, don't worry. We are not good at cooking. Even if we have a pheasant, we won't be able to cook it. Wouldn't that be a waste? But that bitch is different. Since she can weave straw hats, her cooking skills must be better than ours. So, let's wait until that bitch cooks it, and then we can ask for the pheasant meat!"
Everyone in the second and third branches of the Feng family agreed very much. Even Mrs. Feng San, whose daughter had been dragged away and who herself was beaten until her whole body was bruised, agreed with Mr. Feng Er's idea.
Just like that, Feng Jiuyan returned to Madam Feng with all the people's thoughts. She took out two pieces of oil paper from her "bag" and carefully wrapped the slaughtered pheasant.
The oil paper in ancient times was waterproof and moisture-proof, so there was no need to worry about the blood spilling out.
Feng Jiuyan put the wrapped pheasant into her bag. She sat on the ground, leaning against a big tree, closed her eyes, and fell asleep while hugging the bag.
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After Feng Jiuyan slept for a long time, the exile team continued their journey.
Because Meng Liang was injured and delayed the trip, the afternoon journey was very rushed and difficult. Along the way, they basically did not stop to rest, but just kept on going.
The afternoon sun was the hottest, baking everyone's lips until they were chapped. Many prisoners pretended to faint and wanted to rest for a while, but were whipped mercilessly by the officials.
Feng Jiuyan's family of three wore straw hats, and she fed her mother and brother some spiritual spring water from time to time, so they did not suffer as much as the other prisoners while traveling.
On the way, Feng Jiuyan also did some small actions.
She reached into her bag and put the pheasant wrapped in oil paper into the space.
Then, use your mind to pour cooking wine, onions, ginger, garlic, oyster sauce, soy sauce, thirteen spices and other seasonings into the bowl containing the pheasant to marinate the pheasant.
Finally, when the moon was hanging high in the branches, the exile team finally stopped.
"Since we are delayed today, we cannot make it to the post station. Therefore, we can only camp in the wild tonight. You can choose a place and rest there. We will continue our journey tomorrow morning!"
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