Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Rain dripped continuously from the eaves and grass, tapping on the bluestone slabs and also on the gradually relaxing heartstrings of the group after their tense state.

Although the interior of Old Hu's house was simple, it was relatively dry and warm compared to the outside.

The oil lamp was lit, and its dim yellow light dispelled the darkness in the corner, illuminating the disheveled yet finally relaxed faces of the group.

Hu Yidao first found a few clean pieces of cotton cloth for everyone, and then quickly went to the kitchen.

He muttered, "Everyone, wipe yourselves down first, I'll start a fire and boil some water!"

"I'll make sure you feel warm from head to toe! And you'd better wash those scribbles off your faces right away."

Ping An acted extremely quickly, making a round trip to the mass grave on the west slope as if he had only gone out for some fresh air.

Lin Xiuer and her companions had just bolted the door at Hu Yidao's house and wiped the rain off their faces when they heard a light, damp knocking sound coming from outside.

"it's me."

Three short and one long phrases are the agreed-upon secret code.

Hu Yidao quickly unlatched the door, and Ping An slipped in, bringing with him the damp, chilly scent of the night rain.

His black clothes were almost completely soaked, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his sharp features. Water droplets dripped down his hair and chin.

The two cloth bags had disappeared.

"Did you throw it over there?" Lin Xiuer asked, wringing out her soaked sleeves.

"Yes, it's all taken care of," Ping An replied briefly, then locked the door again.

Inside the kitchen, Hu Yidao had already nimbly lit the fire, and the dry firewood crackled in the stove.

The orange-red flames flickered, dispelling the dampness and darkness in the room.

Inside the large iron pot, the water was gradually heating up.

Lin Xiuer didn't bother with formalities. She rolled up her wet sleeves, scooped out the cold water from the vat, and added some hot water from the pot.

First, vigorously scrub off the gaudy paint that had been washed off your face by the rain.

He then roughly wiped his messy, sticky hair.

The dark, pale, and bluish-white colors, mixed with rainwater, sweat, and mud, gradually faded as the cloth was wiped away.

Her skin, which had been slightly red from being stuffy, was finally feeling refreshed.

Beside them, Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan also gathered around the basin, grimacing as they began to wash themselves.

Chen Mingxuan's "bleeding from all seven orifices" makeup was the most difficult to remove. The red and black pigments seeped into the skin's texture, and he had to rub his face until it turned red before he could barely clean it off.

Wu Liangcai was busy taking off his mud-soaked outer shirt.

Liu Ruyan was quieter; she wasn't wearing much makeup and appeared much more composed than the others.

Hu Yidao came out of the inner room carrying a stack of clothes. They were all his old clothes, made of coarse cloth, faded from washing, and of different sizes.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I'm a bachelor at home, and I don't have any other clothes. Please make do with these. It's better than being soaking wet."

It's just... the size might not be the right fit.

At this moment, no one cared whether the clothes fit or not.

The clothes I was wearing were wet, heavy, and clung to my body, making me feel cold and sticky, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Having a dry, coarse cloth outfit to change into is already a great comfort.

The men, on the other hand, didn't care.

Liu Sanzhen, Chen Mingxuan, Wu Liangcai, and Ping An each took a relatively suitable set of clothes and went to the back of the kitchen to change them quietly.

Liu Ruyan also took a set that looked a little smaller, thanked Hu Yidao in a low voice, and followed Lin Xiuer to the inner room to change.

The group busied themselves getting ready.

Lin Xiuer quickly got to work again.

She found two pieces of old ginger in the corner of Hu Yidao's stove, rinsed them with water, and then sliced ​​them into pieces on the cutting board with a "tap tap tap" sound.

Then he scooped out some dark brown coarse sugar from a clay pot.

The water in the pot has boiled and is steaming hot.

Lin Xiuer tossed the ginger slices in and watched them tumble in the boiling water, the pungent aroma spreading with the steam.

Once she figured out the ginger flavor had developed, she sprinkled in the coarse sugar and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

Soon, a warm, spicy aroma of ginger and a sweet scent of sugar filled the small kitchen, greatly reducing the chill of the rainy night.

"Is everything ready? Come and have a bowl of ginger tea!" Lin Xiuer called out as she scooped the boiled ginger tea into several rough earthenware bowls.

Although it is early summer, after being drenched in a chilling night rain and spending most of the night tossing and turning in the deserted garden, I still feel the chill.

When you are under a lot of mental stress and then suddenly relax, you are most susceptible to catching a cold.

Lin Xiuer didn't want to have several patients fall ill in her own team right after she had dealt with the external threat.

The orange glow of the stove fire illuminated her busy and focused profile, while the air was filled with the warm, sweet, and spicy aroma of ginger tea.

Inside the main room, everyone had changed into Hu Yidao's old clothes, which were loose and baggy, making them look somewhat comical.

But their faces were all clean, without those scary paints, and although they were tired, their eyes were bright.

Liu Ruyan was wearing a large, old robe belonging to Hu Yidao, and her wet hair was wrapped in a cloth. She was sitting quietly on a stool in the corner.

Hu Yidao was the first to come over, chuckling, "Xiuer is so thoughtful! I've been so busy boiling water."

He helped take the bowl from me.

The spicy aroma of ginger mingled with the sweet scent of brown sugar wafted around the table, creating a warm and comforting fragrance.

Wu Liangcai held the bowl, blew on the steam, and carefully took a sip. It was so hot that he grimaced, but he breathed out a satisfied sigh.

"Ah...warm! So comfortable!"

Chen Mingxuan also took small sips, his brows furrowing from the spiciness of the ginger.

But the sweetness of the sugar water quickly subsided, and a warm current flowed from the throat straight to the stomach, then spread to the limbs and bones, dispelling the damp cold that had seeped into the bone marrow.

Holding the bowl, Liu Sanzhen sighed, "Oh dear, I'm getting old. It's been so many years since I've had such a...exciting experience. This ginger soup tastes so sweet."

Liu Ruyan also took a bowl, said softly, "Thank you, Sister Lin," and then sipped the water.

Lin Xiuer served herself and Ping An a bowl each, and everyone sat around the table, holding their steaming earthenware bowls and slowly drinking the piping hot ginger tea.

The warmth flowed from my throat to my stomach, and then slowly spread to my limbs and bones, dispelling the last trace of coldness in my body.

Lin Xiuer took a few sips from her bowl, her gaze slowly sweeping over every face at the table.

Hu Yidao's dark face still showed signs of excitement, Liu Sanzhen squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and Chen Mingxuan and Wu Liangcai still had some excitement and fatigue on their faces.

Liu Ruyan lowered her eyes quietly. Although Ping An sat calmly beside her, his presence was extremely strong.

Looking at these people, it's astonishing that they dared to sneak into an abandoned garden in the dead of night, play tricks, and confront a group of thugs all for her "outlandish" plan.

A surge of warmth welled up in Lin Xiuer's heart, warmer than the ginger tea in her hand.

She put down her bowl, cleared her throat, and her voice sounded exceptionally sincere in the quiet room.

"Thank you all for your hard work today. I would like to express my gratitude."