Wang Datou exploded, "Feng Jiuyan, don't push your luck! It's okay to just use a pot, but you actually want to use a dagger! What, are you going to use the dagger to escape?"
"Sir, I am wronged! I use the dagger only to improve my life and hunt some pheasants and rabbits to replenish my body so that I can better treat Lord Meng! Besides, how dare I run away? The officials are so skilled, how can I be the kind of person who would fight against a rock with an egg!"
Wang Datou and Meng Liang’s anger immediately subsided.
Feng Jiuyan used his last trump card to loosen the two people's defenses, "I have a dagger. If I come across herbs that are suitable for Lord Meng's illness, I can pick them!"
After saying that, Feng Jiuyan looked at the two of them with a pair of innocent big eyes.
Wang Datou looked at Meng Liang, and Meng Liang looked at Feng Jiuyan. After a long silence, he agreed to Feng Jiuyan's request, "I can give you a dagger! But if you dare to use it to escape, you will be in trouble!"
Feng Jiuyan smiled happily, "Thank you, sir!"
After she achieved her goal, she smiled and said, "Sir, I am now more energetic and can continue to give you acupuncture."
Seeing that Feng Jiuyan's hand holding the silver needle was no longer shaking, Meng Liang reluctantly nodded and asked her to continue with the acupuncture.
Feng Jiuyan was no longer polite. He took the silver needle and inserted it into the acupuncture points that caused pain.
After this trip, Meng Liang was sweating profusely and was in great pain.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Feng Jiuyan pulled out all the silver needles from Meng Liang's body and put them away. He gave a few instructions in a serious manner, "Sir, today's treatment is over. You need to rest more, don't get angry, and don't work too hard or rush around!"
Tsk tsk, listen, who wouldn’t think she is a really good doctor after she could say these words, Feng Jiuyan sighed.
Afterwards, Wang Datou kept his promise and gave her a sharp dagger, three porcelain bowls, an iron pot, and a spoon. He also threatened her, "Keep the dagger safe, and don't use it to do bad things, or you'll be in trouble!"
Feng Jiuyan smiled and said, "I understand."
Wang Datou handed over the small bag in his hand and said reluctantly, "Humph, here is some rice, take it. Eat it well, otherwise every time you give acupuncture, you will say that you are too weak to give acupuncture to our master!"
Feng Jiuyan was flattered to take the small bag of rice. The rice in his hand weighed only about one pound. But on this road of exile, this pound of rice was also very precious.
She was really shocked by Wang Datou's generosity.
If it were not for nothing, Feng Jiuyan accepted everything.
She inserted the dagger into her waist, put the porcelain bowl, spoon and the small bag of rice into the iron pot, and carried her big bag towards the place where Madam Feng was resting. While everyone was busy and didn't notice her, she put the three porcelain bowls into the space and replaced them with three identical ones.
In addition, three pairs of chopsticks were taken from the space.
She doesn't want to use the bowl that has been used by the evil-hearted person!
She is also a mysophobe!
When Feng Jiuyan was carrying the large and small bags back, the prisoners who were chewing on steamed bread as hard as rocks looked at the things in Feng Jiuyan's hands with jealousy.
His eyes sparkled with green light, and he wished he could pounce on her and snatch everything from Feng Jiuyan.
When Feng Jiuyan returned to Madam Feng, there was already a pile of dry firewood on the ground.
Mrs. Feng was extremely surprised to see her daughter holding a lot of bags and an iron pot. She hurried over and took some things from Feng Jiuyan's hands and put them on the ground.
"Ayan, there is an iron pot! That's great! Mother can make soup for you in the future." Madam Feng held the black iron pot curiously.
There is a reason why Madam Feng is so excited.
During exile, the main reason why prisoners could not improve their meals, besides the lack of ingredients, was the lack of cooking tools.
If I had this iron pot, I could pick some wild vegetables on the roadside, or catch some fish by the stream, or cook soup or something, which would make my life much easier on this road of exile.
Madam Feng reached into the iron pot and accidentally touched a pound of rice in a small cloth bag. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She didn't dare to say anything and pointed to the pot.
"Ayan, that's great. Where did you get these things?"
"Mother, I treat Lord Meng, and these were given to me by Lord Meng." Feng Jiuyan bared his eight big white teeth, and did not say a word about how he got these things.
"Our Ah Yan is so capable!"
"Hey, mother, you and your brother, take care of these things. I'll go chop some branches to roast a chicken, and then cook some porridge. We'll have a good meal tonight!"
"Okay. Be careful and don't go too far." Madam Feng looked at her daughter with concern.
Feng Jiuyan walked to a place not far away, and cut a few branches in the dim light of the fire. He peeled off the bark of one of the branches and took it to the stream to wash it before returning.
Afterwards, Feng Jiuyan, with the help of Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli, made two racks with vines, which would be used to roast the pheasants.
Feng Jiuyan used a tinder to light a pile of firewood, then used branches to string together the pickled pheasants and roasted them on two racks that had been prepared in advance.
Feng Jiuli volunteered and raised her little hand, "Sister, sister, I'll light the fire."
"Okay, but be careful with the heat. Don't overcook it, or it will burn. Sister will give us a big chicken drumstick to eat later."
The little guy nodded, never taking his eyes off the roast chicken on the rack, and even licked the corner of his mouth.
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