Originally, according to what Aunt Li and Aunt Wu said, their sons would come back in two days. It was just a little accident that made someone who was supposed to come back two days later come back early.

Because of this, Aunt Wu originally wanted to lend Mu Qingnu and Rong their room, but now she can't borrow it.

Aunt Wu's two sons were also injured, but the injuries were not serious, so they didn't have to stay in the tent at the entrance of the village.

Aunt Wu felt very sorry for this, because she felt that Mu Qing was warm and gentle with them, but now she couldn't even lend her benefactor's room.

In the end, Aunt Wu even had to drive her two sons directly to the entrance of the village, guard his cousin, and then give up the two rooms.

After a lot of talking, Aunt Wu gave up this idea. Although the injuries of Aunt Wu and the others are not serious, they also need to be taken care of. And the two of them were also frightened in the mountains, if they didn't rest well, I was afraid that there might be other problems in their bodies.

Aunt Wu's room can't be let out, but Aunt Li's son is still at the entrance of the village and can't go home. So his room can be let out.

It's just that the room that came out, Mu Qing Nuan and Rong and the two of them didn't plan to live there.

After Mu Qing Nuan and Rong took a bath with the two of them, Wen Yu and the others also prepared hot water for the only woman among the remaining people, Lu Yan, and this room was also left for Lu Yan to live in.

As for Wen Yu, Ling Su, Ling Feng and Fu An, they lived in the tent, and Wen Yu and Ling Feng took turns keeping vigil tonight.

The night had already quieted down, but Mu Qing Nuan Rong and the two of them in the carriage had not slept yet.

"When I went to the woods before, I asked Aunt Wu about taxes. Originally, the order issued by the imperial court was to levy one stone of grain per acre of land, but in this Qingcheng County, it became one acre of land to collect three stone of grain.

Under the wind and rain, the yield per mu of medium heaven is more than three stones, and the yield of lower heaven is less than three stones. Although the sky in Zhaojia Village is mostly medium fields, there are also inferior fields among them. In this way, the remaining surplus grain of the medium fields had to be used to make up for the taxes of the lower fields, so that they were hungry all year round.

Aunt Wu told me that spring and summer are fine, they can go up to the mountains to pick wild vegetables or wild grass roots to fill their stomachs, and it will be very difficult in winter. ”

Mu Qingnuan turned over, propped her elbows on the cushion, and looked at Rong He with a raised face, "I think what Aunt Wu hasn't said is that someone in the village must have died of hunger." ”

Rong He reached out to touch Mu Qingnuan's cheeks, but at this time, Mu Qingnuan's face was not her original face, not only was it not as moving as the original, but it also felt less delicate than the original.

Rong He frowned, and finally pointed his finger on Rong He's red lips, this is what belongs to her.

"Don't make a fuss." Mu Qingnuan thought that Rong He wanted to do something embarrassing, and hurriedly swept Rong You's restless fingers away.

Rong He leaned against the wall of the car with half his body propped up, looking down at Mu Qingnuan, and the hand that had been swept away was now pressing on the top of Mu Qingnuan's head, rubbing Mu Qingnuan's hair as if venting.

Mu Qingnuan thought about it, it is estimated that the hair on the top of her head is about to become a chicken nest now, and someone is sometimes a little naïve.

Of course, this is also what she condones.

"What do you want to do?" Rong He asked while rubbing Mu Qingnuan's hair.