One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 122

The black donkey seemed to be frightened by the chills of those people, and the honest Yan Qingzhi lying beside Yan Qingzhi seemed to have known it the day before.

Su He sat cross-legged beside her and closed his eyes.

The Shen family's group also sat scattered beside the fire, keeping watch and resting.

Apart from the sound of wind and rain in the ruined temple, there was only the movement of Yan Qingzhi.

After making a foldable table for Yan Qingzhu, she wanted to make a little pony for a few people.

Chaojun was getting more and more damp, and the cushion seemed to be unable to keep out the dampness of the ground. Sitting on the ground all the time, she felt like she was going to get hemorrhoids.

Watching the night is a very boring thing. In normal times, the people of the Shen family might chat and talk about it, but today, with Su He, they didn't want to provoke the other party's unhappiness, so they all silently and boringly guarded the fire so that it wouldn't go out.

The time soon came to the second half of the night, and Yan Qingzhu woke up naturally.

When Su He heard the movement, he opened his eyes and looked around.

Yan Qingzhu got up and changed Yan Qingzhi to sleep. After he greeted Su He, he looked at the fire while reading a book by the fire.

Before the break, Yan Qingzhu passed his breath with Su He in the name of watching the fire. Afraid that Su He would think too much, Yan Qingzhu also added a kind of packaging, as if it was the same thing.

In fact, it was mainly because he was afraid that Su He would regret it with a slap on the forehead, or after thinking about it, he felt that carrying three children would be a burden, so he would leave after one kidnapped.

After all, not all older people are so reliable!

In this regard, Su He showed considerable patience, and did not feel displeased by being suspected of it.

However, he is still different after all. At least when Yan Qingzhi is sleeping, he feels much more stable.

The night passed peacefully, and Yan Qingzhi slept until half past midnight.

When I woke up, the heavy rain outside had not stopped, and a pot was set up on the fire, and the meat porridge was cooked.

The meat porridge is filled with chopped dried meat and dried vegetables. It has been boiled for a while, and the smell lingers throughout the ruined temple.

Yan Qingzhu was a small one, and he was stirring in the pot with a large spoon. Jun Tongyue sat on the pony that Yan Qingzhi had just made last night, holding fine salt and watching Yan Qingzhu sprinkle it into the porridge. A little, to get rid of greasy.

Seeing this, Yan Qingzhi quickly got up from the bed, washed his hands and face, put up a shelf, and dried the damp bedding.

She had great strength and quick movements, and she quickly put up the bedding.

Several children were busy working, but the state of the Shen family was not very harmonious.

That young man cried a lot last night, sweating and the fever subsided. After that, he took sedative medicine. When he woke up this morning, half of his sickness was gone.

He had already dressed and was wearing a quilt, sitting beside the fire with a dejected expression, not knowing what to think.

Those who protected him were carefully sitting on the wood on the side, their hungry stomachs rumbling and they could only hold on.

It was not until Yan Qingzhi dried the bedding that Shen Changan seemed to have made a decision, stood up and walked towards them.

Yan Qingzhu's pot of porridge was so sweet and soft that he had been hungry for a long time, but he was still stubborn, and he was catching the big, rich fish of the Shen family.

Seeing Shen Changan approaching, he quickly took two large bowls, filled them to the side, and when Shen Changan came, only half of the porridge was left in the pot.

Shen Changan directly stated his intention.

Yan Qingzhu immediately turned to look in the direction of Su He, and respectfully asked the elder's opinion.

Su He didn't have such strong acting skills, he just waved his hand to let him go.

This was Yan Qingzhu fishing again, but it was also his test. He also wanted to see how strong Su He had control over them.

As a result, Su He was a very open-minded person, giving them a high degree of freedom, and would not ask about unimportant things at all.

In addition to the porridge, Yan Qingzhu also sold to Shen Changan the dry steamed buns that several people had tried so hard to eat yesterday. With just such a few things, he received a big piece of silver from Shen Changan, which was extremely profitable.

Shen Changan came back with the porridge and the cloth bag containing the steamed buns. After checking that there was no problem, he explained that the steamed buns were divided, and he handed the porridge to the boy.

The dejected expression on the young man's face instantly brought a bit of disgust when he saw Shen Changan approaching.

Shen Changan didn't dare to speak, he knelt down beside the child with the bowl in his hand.

"Master Yu, you are recovering from a serious illness, eat something!"

Anger flashed in the boy's eyes, but his literacy kept him from repeating yesterday's gaffe.

Seeing this, Shen Changan thought that the other party had calmed down, so he moved the porridge bowl forward again.

The other party also deflected his body a little, obviously not wanting to eat!
Shen Changan just thought he was still angry.

"Master, if you don't feel happy in your heart... it's okay to vent your anger at the next meal. It's just that the old lady and the others are still waiting for you at home. Your body should be the most important thing to take care of!"

The child took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, but Shen Changan didn't have much experience in dealing with such an old child, so he obviously didn't find any problems. I want to convince the other party to be obedient and drink the porridge.

But obviously, his behavior made the child extremely unhappy. The other party endured and couldn't bear it, and knocked the porridge bowl to the ground with his backhand.

"roll!"

The thick porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered a corner, and the meat porridge splashed on the ground.

He was no louder than last night's cry, but the momentum contained in it was astonishing, and Shen Changan immediately stopped his mouth.

Yan Qingzhi turned his back to him and distributed porridge to a few people. When he heard the sound, he didn't notice anything unusual on the other side.

But Yan Qingzhu saw the situation here clearly, and he was thoughtful.

He didn't move the porridge in his hand anymore, put it on the folded small table, took the largest bowl with a smile, and respectfully handed it to Su He.

Su He also took it with a smile, took the chopsticks and was about to start eating.

This is not enough to eat, so Yan Qingzhi put the pot on the fire again, took the pot and poured some multi-grain noodles, and some water, and wanted to cook a pot of noodle soup, which they often did when they were on their way. .

Convenient and labor-saving.

However, before she was in the pot, Shen Changan came over again.

"Miss Yan, Shen has an unkind request. My son doesn't want to deal with me now. I wonder if I can ask the girl to help me persuade him?"

Yan Qingzhi looked up at him, just stared at him without saying a word.

Shen Changan is thick-skinned, and he is not at all embarrassed to be stared at by Yan Qingzhi's eyes.

During the stalemate between the two sides, Yan Qingzhu put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and said.

"There are differences between men and women. My sister is inconvenient, so let me go!"

Yan Qingzhi's face instantly turned ugly, just as he was about to say something, Shen Changan had already made the decision.

"It's work!"

Yan Qingzhu shook his head.

"You get a lot of work, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)