My whole family ran away and farmed in ancient times

Chapter 57 I Want To Run Away, But I Can't Run Away

The fleeing team ran after the sun, and no one complained of being tired or messed up from day to night.

When you are tired, you slow down and take a rest to catch up with the big team. When you are hungry, you can eat some dry food and drink some water.

Since departure, it was the first time that the speed was so fast and so quiet.

Their fleeing from famine was finally on the right track, and Mi Nanshan was very emotional. He, his sister, and Mi Wenyan didn't eat peaches, and only his mother ate them at home, and she was still lying down.

Mi Nanjia waited until Mi Wenyan left the team to go to the toilet and explained to Mi Nanshan, and went into the space to cook chicken soup.

Mi Wenyan and Xiao Si went to release water on the mountain, secretly thinking that if Nan Ke still couldn't get up tomorrow, he would go to the villa to find other medicines.

Recently, he has entered and exited the space too frequently, and he seems to be stared at and dare not enter easily.

After he got down the mountain and got into the carriage, he smelled a very faint... fragrance.

The familiar smell of fried pot, there are ginger slices, garlic cloves, green onions... sand ginseng, red dates, chicken...

It's black-bone chicken.

Mi Wenyan's eyes secretly drifted towards Mi Nanjia who was sleeping next to Nan Ke. It was the black-bone chicken she stewed in the space...soup.

Although the light was dim, he could vaguely discern that Minangka had changed into a dress, and the smell came from her scrubbed hair.

Although she carefully wiped away the traces of the explosion, she couldn't escape the nose of her professional chef.

He leaned over to Mi Nanshan who was sitting cross-legged and eating plums with his arms around a simulated skull: "Have you eaten yet?"

Even though he knew it was just a toy purchased online, Mi Wenyan still didn't dare to look at the skull.

Mi Nanshan glanced at him and continued eating plums.

Hungry, just tell me when you’re hungry, how would we know if you didn’t tell me.

Mi Wenyan touched a soft nail, touched his nose and reminded Mi Nanshan: "Peaches nourish people, apricots hurt people, and plum trees bury people to death. Eat less."

"You are really my dear father." Mi Nanshan threw half of the plum in his hand back into the fruit basket, and lay down on the carriage with his skeleton in his arms.

"Sister, when will dinner be served?"

"Let's eat first, mother wakes up before eating." Minangjia got up and lit the oil lamp, and began to set dinner.

I still eat ready-made ones today, such as fried chicken, pot helmets, and a pot of seaweed soup.

The soup was just made by Laiwang's house, and it was still steaming.

Mi Nanshan got up and went to the small table to grab the fried chicken with his bare hands. When Mi Nanjia looked over, he quickly picked up the wooden bowl in front of him and filled it with seaweed soup.

The seaweed was taken out of the space when Mi Wenyan was taking a nap in the afternoon and told Laiwang to make soup at night.

Although Laiwang's daughter-in-law was curious about laver, she didn't ask anything.

The few people my sister selected are quite discerning, and I heard that they still have a little kung fu, and they can rely on their help.

Mi Nanshan filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of him. Seeing that Mi Nanjia broke off a piece of pot helmet and handed it over, he hurriedly took it: "Thank you, sister."

He took a bite of the pot helmet, grinning his teeth, hastily soaked the pot helmet in seaweed soup until it softened, and it would be much more comfortable to eat.

Sister's Liba is ready, when will it be done?
Minangjia glanced at him, picked up half of the pot helmet, pulled it off bit by bit, and threw it into the seaweed soup bowl in front of him.

Mi Wenyan cheekily filled himself with a bowl of seaweed soup, took a piece of pot helmet from the basket, and pulled the pot helmet bit by bit like Minangjia.

This way of eating is a bit like mutton steamed buns. In his previous life, his skill in making mutton steamed buns was a masterpiece in the restaurant. I don’t know if there is a stage to show it in another world.

In the two carriages behind, half of the food was eaten.

Xiaosi heard footsteps, lifted the curtain on the right, saw Mi Huailian's family catching up with the carriage in front, and raised his ears to pay attention to the movement ahead.

Mi Huailian's family was instigated by Mi Huailian to come to Mi Wenyan's place to ask for Qingxin Pills, secretly planning to order some meat.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and it was a good time to make a move. She quickened her pace and lifted the curtain of the car with a fake smile on her face. What she saw was a skull exuding a penetrating white light. She rolled her eyes and fell on the ground. on the ground.

The horse was startled and galloped wildly.

Mi Huailian's family was thrown away and fainted on the ground.

Mi Nanshan put down the skull and went back to continue eating.

The lead car galloped, the second and the third followed suit.

The Fang family who was eating hurriedly let the servants chase after them, don't lose them if they are in the dark.

The people behind were also thinking the same way. Those who took the car were okay, but those who walked, especially those who ate while walking, complained endlessly.

Mi Huailian has been watching secretly from the curtain of the carriage since the stupid woman of his family got off the carriage, and he was furious when he saw her being thrown away by the carriage.

He took his son down and helped up the woman who fell beside his carriage.

The Miller's family was lying on the carriage, still in a coma, with a terrified expression on their faces.

Mi Huailian couldn't swallow that breath, and told the boy to speed up and catch up with the lead car.

"Wen Yan." He jumped out of his carriage, opened Mi Wenyan's carriage, and saw Mi Nanshan holding a skull in his hand and still eating chicken.

His pupils narrowed sharply, the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak at all.

Mi Wenyan looked up at him and continued to break the pot helmet.

Although this thing is hard, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

Mi Huailian slowed down a little, and was about to speak when he saw Mi Nanshan walking towards him with the skeleton in his arms, he quickly took a few steps back.

Mi Wenyan's carriage passed in front of him and continued to move forward.

Mi Nanshan hugged the skull, lifted the curtain and waved to Mi Huailian: "Grandpa, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, I'm okay." Mi Huailian was so frightened that his mind became blurred, he kept falling back and fell into a pit, as if he stepped on something strange, and when he looked down, he found that it was a leg bone (tree root) and his eyes rolled. Rolled over.

I really wanted to escape, but I couldn't escape... Mi Nanshan showed a successful smile on his face, put down the curtain and went back to eat.

Minangjia gave him a blank look: "Let mother see at night, your ass will bloom."

Mi Nanshan curled his lips, his mother is too old to accept new things.

After eating, Mi Wenyan got out of the car and followed the carriage for a walk and disappeared, making room for Mi Nanjia to toss the bread.

Just less than 500 meters away, Minangjia asked Laiwang's car to bring bread dough.

Tsk, this black bread is quite authentic.

Xiao Yu'er is not only the overlord, but also a good cook.

……

When Mi Wenyan woke up, he took out his luminous watch and glanced at it. It was three quarters ugly.

In the previous life, it was 1:45, and it was already the middle of the night.

Xiao Yu'er's chicken soup was about to dry up. He looked at Mi Nanshan who was sound asleep, and Nan Ke, and took advantage of Mi Nanjia's absence to sneak into the space in a grand manner.

Minangjia was tasting the chicken soup, when she heard a sudden movement in the villa, she quickly covered the pot and hid behind the lemon tree in the yard.

With the help of the cover of the lemon tree, I quietly looked out.

The oriole came back, and the villa was restored to the way she entered it when she rushed back from the unit in her previous life.

There was the faint sound of firecrackers outside, the TV was playing, the refrigerator in the kitchen was alarming, and the range hood was working.

There were footsteps in my ear, and a tall figure appeared in Minangka's field of vision.

(End of this chapter)