In the era of horse-drawn carriages, going out was the most time-consuming.

Song Yao's master and servant set off from Yunzhou City to Gushantun at dawn, but it was only a hundred and ten miles away, and he walked for a whole day.

After a bumpy ride, Song Yao's face was a little pale, and the feeling of motion sickness made her never want to go by land again.

"The master sat in the car and rested for a while, and the slave and maid went to knock on the door and find a house to stay with first." Red Sleeves looked at Song Yao distressedly, and got out of the carriage after saying a word.

In order not to be targeted, Song Yao went out and deliberately changed to an ordinary carriage, which was a little harder.

Leaning on the wall of the car, Song Yao stroked her stomach and said secretly: After going back, you must learn to ride a horse, and when you have to keep a low profile when you go out in the future, you can at least suffer a few hours less sin.

Red Sleeves had been waiting for about a stick of incense before returning, leading the coachman to the house where she had found a lodder.

After the carriage stopped again, Song Yao retched a few times, and the acid in her stomach made her uncomfortable.

"Madame, do you want to go in slowly?" Redsleeves asked with concern.

"It's okay, don't delay people's rest." Song Yao waved her hand lightly, and walked towards the small courtyard built by the red sleeves.

The village is not very large, and even after decades of development, there are still not many more yards, and the population is not much larger than when it was first moved over.

And the backer is really poor, every household is basically a mud house, some of them have cracks under the erosion of wind and rain, and the house mountain can barely hold on to it with a wooden stake to not fall.

The family that Red Sleeves is looking for is considered medium in the village, at least not afraid that the house will fall down in the next moment.

"This sister-in-law, bother." Song Yao nodded politely at the woman standing at the door.

"You don't have a bad face, aren't you sick?" The woman frowned, afraid that she would be too sick.

"Sister-in-law misunderstood, I just wasn't used to riding in a carriage, and I vomited out my stomach with a bump, so I just had something to eat and sleep." After Song Yao explained, she said apologetically: "If my sister-in-law doesn't believe it, then I will go back to the carriage to rest for one night, and I hope that my sister-in-law can borrow the small kitchen to let me boil some porridge to warm my stomach." ”

"It's better not to be sick, we poor people can look down on doctors." The woman's face softened, and she pointed to a small low room on the side and said, "The kitchen is over there, I'll go and clean up a room for you, and the country people's places are in a mess, so you will stay for one night." ”

"Sister-in-law doesn't have to be polite, we'll just pick it up ourselves. I used to be poor, and I didn't hide it from my sister-in-law, and two years ago I was hungry with my son. Song Yao stepped forward with a smile, stuffed the money bag that had been prepared a long time ago into the woman's hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Xu is used to being poor, and now his life is better, but he has no life to enjoy happiness. ”

"Madame is not like a poor person, this style is not the same as us peasant women." The woman accepted the money, but she didn't believe Song Yao's words.

"Sister-in-law, look at my hands, although I will raise them for the past two years, I can also see that I have done rough work before. I have done short-term jobs such as washing clothes for other people's houses and washing dishes and chores in restaurants. Song Yao stretched out her hands, and she couldn't see clearly under the moonlight.

But a few scars that are not deep can still be seen clearly.

"I didn't expect that Mrs. also had a hard life, but fortunately, now that I have hope, Mrs. is a blessed person in the end, unlike us...... Alas! The woman sighed, and did not intend to continue, so she walked ahead and said, "This is the house, which is usually occupied by my children, and you should have a futon in the car, right?" We poor families, there is no extra bedding, everything is just right. ”

"We'll move it down in a moment." Red Sleeves responded.

The woman said a few more words, and after opening the door, she no longer disturbed Song Yao's master and servant.

Not to mention that after Red Sleeves cleaned up the house, he went to the kitchen to cook porridge, and the people of the main family were sitting in a room talking about their master and servant.

The woman told her family about the conversation between herself and Song Yao, and expressed her opinion: "That lady's hands have indeed done rough work, but the style is not like pretending, I believe she is telling the truth." ”

"A woman with a child can live the life of a rich man in two years, do you believe it?" The eldest old man asked the others while knocking on his cigarette pouch.

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and even the woman who said she believed in Song Yao just now shook her head.

"We can't forget why we hide here to live a hard life, many people have come to us to go to sea over the years, even if it is a woman, we can't be unguarded. Leave her for one night today, and let them go tomorrow. The old man said with a final word.

"Grandpa, it's so fragrant!" The little boy lying on the kang head has a small face with yellow muscles and thin muscles, and he is malnourished at first glance.

"Mother, I'm hungry!" The little girl sitting on the edge of the kang raised her head and looked at the woman pitifully.

"It's not promising, haven't you drunk porridge at night!" The woman slapped the little girl on the shoulder, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Mo said that it was two children, even the other people in the room, and most of them were also swallowing saliva.

People who work can eat dry food before going to the field, and everyone else has wild vegetable porridge all the time, and they can't eat meat all year round, and they smell the smell of seafood porridge, and they are hungry.

"Let's rest early, Ming'er still has to go to the ground." The old man knocked on the cigarette pouch and pot, waved his hand to let the younger generations go to sleep, but when he turned around and saw the only pitiful appearance in the family, he called out to the woman again: "Old man, go to the kitchen and see if you can ask Liu Gen for half a bowl of porridge." ”

"Hey, I'll go check it out." The woman did not see the pitiful eyes of the other children, and got off the kang and was about to leave.

The voice of the red sleeves sounded at this time, "Is my sister-in-law resting?" When I cooked the porridge, I used some of your wild vegetables, and this porridge was cooked too much. Madame asked me to come over and ask, does my sister-in-law want to eat some? If you don't have to worry about it overnight, it will break. ”

"It's a red-sleeved girl! I'm coming, I'm hungry. The woman answered with joy and hurried out of the house.

Red Sleeves didn't wait at the door, turned around and went into the kitchen, with two small bowls of porridge for Song Yao and hers, and a small basin for the coachman.

When the woman entered the kitchen, she saw that most of the porridge was sticky enough for their family to eat for a few days, and she was distressed and understood that this was Song Yao's intention to bring their family's share.

"This porridge is so fragrant, I smell it before I enter the house." The woman swallowed.

"Of course it's fragrant, this porridge is filled with shrimp noodles developed by our wife, with an authentic seafood flavor! Our wife also started by selling shrimp powder to the restaurant, otherwise how could there be a good life today. Red Sleeves picked up a bowl of porridge and blew it, so that the woman could smell the fragrance, so as not to suspect that she had done something in the porridge, "If my sister-in-law likes this smell, I will cook porridge tomorrow morning, and if my sister-in-law can get up, she will give me a hand. ”

"That's a good idea." The woman is also not polite, she can save a meal for the family, and she can give her sick son a few more days to eat, "Sister, I see that you are delicate, and you don't look like a maid, I didn't expect to have this craft." ”