Fang Hanniang was a little silent, and asked the sergeant to untie the rope of the carriage, and bring a few cotton clothes, a few bags of nests, and a few bags of charcoal.

Fang Hanniang took Fang Zhiniang's hand and knocked on the door of the adobe house.

"Who......"

A faint, somewhat hoarse female voice came from inside.

Probably the child's mother.

The child, who had just been pacified, began to cry again.

This time, through the door, Fang Hanniang and Fang Zhiniang could hear how the female voice comforted the child.

"Bao, don't cry...... Reserve some stamina, be ...... Otherwise, maybe we will go underground to find your father sometime......"

It was probably the words "go underground" that inspired the child's fear, and the child stopped crying after sobbing a few times.

When Fang Hanniang and Fang Zhiniang heard this, they only felt sad.

"Sister, open the door." Fang Hanniang's voice was not too loud.

The weak voice of the female voice inside sounded again: "Hey...... We don't have anything to eat at home...... Why don't you go to another house and ask for it...... I don't have the strength to open the door for you. ”

The sergeant holding the lamp on the side was also sad when he heard it, so he simply raised his hand and pushed the door open.

"What are you going to do!"

The frail female voice was a little frightened.

"Sister, don't be afraid, we're here to deliver something to you." Fang Hanniang and Fang Zhiniang stepped forward, and by the faint light held by the sergeant, they found that on the earthen kang in front of them, a mother and daughter were wrapped in a worn-out quilt with countless patches, trembling and looking at them in horror.

Fang Hanniang hurriedly stepped forward with Fang Zhiniang and said softly: "Don't be afraid, eldest sister, we are really not bad people. The two sisters were born very well, and they looked harmless to humans and animals, so that the mother and daughter finally let down a little bit of their guard.

"Send something, send something...... the young mother looked like she was about twenty years old, holding the thin child in her arms, a little uneasy and a little frightened.

When the sergeant next to him heard this, he immediately gave a medium and a small cotton coat, and then put two bags of wowotou and two bags of charcoal on the edge of the kang.

The young mother's eyes widened, her voice trembled a little, and she asked in disbelief, "This, this is for us?" ”

The child broke free directly from his mother's arms, and said in a weak and trembling childish voice: "Yiyi, Yiyi! ”

While shouting, he hurriedly put the two cotton clothes into his arms, and then held them to the young mother like a treasure: "Mother, there are clothes...... Won't freeze to death. ”

The young mother grabbed the child and hurriedly put the small cotton coat on her daughter.

The little girl looked up at her mother with a little gray face.

Somehow, the mother turned around and wiped away her tears, and then put the medium-sized cotton coat on her body again.

The two of them were so thin that the cotton clothes looked a little bloated on them.

But, it's good to have clothes to wear......

The mother pulled the little girl and knelt down on the kang towards Fang Hanniang Fang Zhiniang, and said with tears in her eyes: "Thank you two kind girls, thank you to the adults......"

Fang Hanniang and Fang Zhiniang pulled the mother on one hand, and the little girl on the other.

The little girl's stomach made an extremely loud cry at this time.

The little girl held her mouth a little aggrieved: "Mother...... Hungry ......"

The young mother hurriedly hugged the little girl: "Mother, I'm going out to find you something to eat......

Fang Zhiniang hurriedly opened the bag that Sergeant Fang Cai had placed on the side of the kang, and took a nest out of it: "There is something to eat." Here you go. ”

This nest head was steamed by the peasant women on Fang Hanniang's village today, just to facilitate distribution.

At that time, someone in the Zhuangzi also persuaded the head of the village, saying that if the owner wanted to do good deeds, it was better to go to the soup kitchen.

How unsightly is the wowotou, this winter, thick and hard, and troublesome to make, where can it compare to a bowl of hot porridge.

Fang Hanniang felt that it also depended on the situation. Some families do have better rations, but the rationing is too eye-catching.

Moreover, she is the head of the nest, at least those who can't afford to go out to earn money in such a cold winter can have some rations to eat.

Or steam it hotter, or break it up and soak it in water to eat, which is extremely hungry.

It's much better than those porridges that are so rare that they can see people's faces.

Of course, the need for food has also increased several times over.

When the young mother saw the nest, she seemed to see some treasure, snatched the nest head from Fang Zhiniang's hand, broke a piece of it and handed it to her little daughter like a treasure, and watched the little daughter gobble up the nest.

The little girl had a satisfied smile on her face, licking her fingers, and looking at the other half of the nest in her mother's hand with some longing.

"Mother, can I eat another piece?" The little girl asked in a milky voice.

The mother touched the little girl's head: "Good boy, keep the rest and eat it in a few hours." You can't starve to death like this. ”

The little girl flattened her mouth and wanted to cry, but she sniffed and didn't cry.

The little girl's mother put away most of the nest.

She didn't take a bite from start to finish.

Fang Zhiniang felt uncomfortable when she saw it, and hurriedly took out two bags of nests and sent them forward: "...... It's all for you. ”

The young mother felt as if she had heard something unbelievable.

The little girl cheered, and threw herself on the top of the two bags of nests as if she had just snatched the cotton clothes.

Fang Zhiniang handed the two bags of charcoal forward with some difficulty: "This charcoal is also for you." ”

Fang Hanniang's disaster relief supplies were all distributed on a per capita basis.

The young mother seemed to have finally come to her senses, and her eyes slowly turned red.

Suddenly, the young mother cried.

"Daddy, child! Look at it! Open your eyes and see! We've got padded jackets! And food! And charcoal! Open your eyes and see! …… God, why are you so cruel, why can't you let her father live a few more days...... "I cried heartbreakingly.

The little girl tilted her head, as if she didn't know why her mother was crying so much.

Fang Hanniang and Fang Zhiniang couldn't bear to stay any longer, and hurriedly left the room.

The two returned to the carriage and were speechless for a long time.

Yun Zixiang kept following the sisters and couldn't help but persuade: "...... There are many such things, so don't be too upset. ”

Fang Hanniang didn't speak.

After a while, she lifted the curtain and looked at the few lights outside: "...... Let's hand out another batch here. ”

Fang Zhiniang nodded vigorously.

……

When Fang Hanniang and Fang Zhiniang finished distributing the contents of the three carriages, it was already very late. The country road was dark and slippery, so it took a lot of effort to turn around on the official road, ready to return to Xijing.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

Father Peng was a little nervous outside: "Eldest Miss, Second Miss, ahead, someone in front of us stopped our convoy." The guards confronted them. ”

Yun Zixiang couldn't help but think of the robbery and murder of his father and mother two years ago, and his face turned white in an instant, and he clenched his hands tightly.

It's so dark...... Don't run into horse bandits, do you......

Fang Hanniang lifted the curtain of the car, because the other party's men and horses were in the dark, they couldn't see clearly, and they could only see that some people on horseback stopped the convoy.

Suddenly, a voice came from there.

"Miss Fang!"

Fang Hanniang was stunned, isn't this Qinghe's voice?

Then she saw a dark figure in front of her turn over and dismount, braving the wind and snow and walking towards her.

The guards of the Pingguo Mansion put up their knives in front of the carriage: "Who is ahead!" Stop! ”

"Nothing!" Fang Hanniang vaguely guessed, she was a little surprised to lift the gap in the curtain of the car, jumped out of the carriage directly in Fang Zhiniang's exclamation, and then ran towards the figure.

Sure enough.

"You, why are you here?" Fang Hanniang looked at Ji Jinxing in front of her in surprise.

There are too many people here, Fang Hanniang is really embarrassed to throw herself into Ji Jinxing's arms directly.

When she got closer, Fang Hanniang could see Ji Jinxing's expression clearly.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, obviously a little angry: "Don't you look at what time it is?" ”

Fang Hanniang bit her lip lightly, it turned out that she was to blame her for going back late: "I will definitely pay attention to the time next time." ”

Ji Jinxing glanced at Qinghe: "Umbrella." ”

Qinghe immediately sent an oil-paper umbrella with his hands and feet.

Ji Jinxing stretched out the umbrella and shielded Fang Hanniang from the wind and snow.

"Don't be so late in the future." Ji Jinxing said in a deep voice.

Fang Hanniang nodded again and again.

It's a little late today, and although the wind and snow are a little lighter than before, the way back is still not easy.

Fang Hanniang thought that Ji Jinxing would ask her something, but Ji Jinxing didn't ask anything, only said: "Don't worry, everything has me." ”

Simple, one sentence.

Fang Hanniang bit her lower lip lightly.

She understood the meaning of Ji Jin's jargon.

Ji Jinxing handed the umbrella to Fang Hanniang: "Go back." ”

Fang Hanniang returned to the carriage, Fang Zhiniang approached Fang Hanniang with some curiosity, and whispered: "Sister, who is the person who talked to you just now?" ”

Fang Hanniang smiled slightly, did not answer, but her face was slightly red.

Fang Zhiniang's eyes lit up, and she remembered the piece of Master Ma's ink ingot in her room.

Because Yun Zixiang was still in the carriage, Fang Zhiniang couldn't ask too bluntly, she looked at Fang Hanniang with sparkling eyes: "Is it the person who gave me the ink ingot?" ”

Fang Hanniang bowed slightly.

Fang Zhiniang's face turned red with excitement.

In front of the convoy, Ji Jinxing took the reins and ordered the guards he brought to lean on the side of the road, leaving enough space for Fang Hanniang and their convoy to pass.

Fang Hanniang and their convoy slowly passed by.

When passing by, Fang Hanniang lifted the curtain, and in the warm and bright carriage, she looked at Ji Jinxing, who was braving the wind and snow outside, riding a horse and stopping on the side of the road to see them over, and her heart couldn't help but be sour and sweet.