The High Gate Mistress of Rebirth

Chapter 120 Even the brown rice porridge made by Li Ling is sweeter than honey
After Xiaochun City, a hundred miles away is the vast Gobi.

The road was rough and difficult, and Jingshu's spacious carriage could no longer be accommodated.Li Ling had no choice but to leave the carriage and horses in the post house, and re-purchased a light solo carriage for his wife.

After less than an hour of driving, Jing Shu, who was sitting in the car, was so jolted that she vomited.

Li Ling rode a horse to guard the outside of the car. Seeing his wife was sad, he abandoned the horse, got into the car, and held his wife tightly in his arms.

Looking at his wife whose face was pale from being tortured, Li Ling said distressedly: "Now you should know why I didn't want to bring you here?"

Lying in her husband's firm arms, Jing Shu finally felt better. She smiled at her husband: "Even though I know it's so difficult, I still have to follow."

Li Ling sighed: "This is not the hardest part of the journey. There is a Gobi ahead, and even horses and carts can't get in. It will take two or three days. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Jing Shu rubbed against Li Ling's arms: "Then you don't want to abandon me."

A group of people braved the whistling north wind, held torches, and arrived at a small post house until midnight.

This is the only station to enter the Gobi, and everyone needs to supply enough water here to prepare for wading through the Gobi.

The soldiers knocked on the door, and after a long time, a watchman came out and greeted everyone to enter.

Although this post house is an official post house, but because of its remote location, the house is very simple, so it can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

Fortunately, this place is located in the south, and it is close to the Gobi. Although it is mid-March, the weather is already hot. Although the house is shabby, it is not too cold.

There is only half of the kang in the room, covered with a blanket of colorless felt.

Ziyun first used a broom to sweep the kang inside and out several times, then took out a piece of felt from the package she brought and spread it on, and then helped Jing Shu to sit down.

Ziyun looked at the filthy bedding on the kang with disdain, sighed and said, "How can you use such a thing?"

Jingshu replied: "It's okay, it's not cold anyway, and I can make do with the night without a bedding."

Ziyun complained: "This car can't hold too many things, the things we brought are all stored in Xiaochun City, hey! The things here are really too ugly."

She fiddled with the rough tea set on the broken wooden table, complaining incessantly: "How can you use this thing?"

"Hey! No wonder my uncle didn't agree with you to come with me."

Ziyun yelled at Jingshu distressedly and said: "You insist on following, this is really a waste of suffering."

Ziyun was complaining here, when Li Ling came in with a small bowl of porridge, Ziyun shut up resentfully.

Li Ling put the porridge on the colorless broken wooden table, and said to Jingshu: "It's late at night, and there is not much food in the kitchen. I see that there is only some rice in the rice tank, so I boiled some of it." Congee, you haven't eaten anything all the way, so you should eat it while it's hot."

Ziyun helped Jing Shu to sit over, Jing Shu looked at the rice porridge in the bowl, and asked, "Why do you do it yourself?"

Li Ling took off his dusty coat and replied, "The women who cook in this post are all hired from outside. They come here during the day to finish their work and go home at night."

Jing Shu asked: "Then how do the soldiers eat?"

Li Ling replied: "Didn't they all carry dry food? Just a mouthful of padding is enough. When marching and fighting for ten and a half months in a row, there are times when we can't eat a mouthful of hot food. We people are used to it. It's useless to be hungry. in the way."

As he spoke, he sat in front of Jingshu, pushed the porridge bowl in front of her, coaxed her with a smile, "Eat it, let's see how my cooking is?"

Jing Shu picked up the porridge spoon, took a sip, looked up at Li Ling with a smile on her face, and praised: "It's delicious!"

Ziyun, who was busy packing up, listened, stretched his neck curiously and glanced at the porridge bowl.

It turned out to be porridge made from brown rice, or that kind of poor-quality brown rice.In Zhen Guogong's mansion, even the lowest servants' food is better than this.

Seeing her young lady eating so deliciously, Ziyun felt distressed and depressed.

How nice it is to stay in the mansion and enjoy the blessings, but I have to come out to suffer this foreign crime. I am tired of eating the porridge made from bird's nest at home. Once this brown rice porridge is eaten by my uncle, it tastes sweeter than honey.

Ziyun was busy with his hands, complaining in his heart, and glanced at the two sitting at the table facing the bowl of brown rice porridge from the corner of his eyes.

One has crooked eyebrows, the other has a sweet face, the eyeballs of one seem to be glued to the other, and the other looks at that eye while eating.

When they were at home, the two of them could still close the door, but now they don't even carry their backs.

I really don't see it, I don't see it!

Ziyun shook her head, tidied things up swiftly, and then retreated silently.

Thinking of the brown rice porridge her young lady ate and the dilapidated kang she slept in, she still couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Hey! I have to follow along and suffer this crime."

Ziyun muttered and was about to go to the car to find some useful things, but was stopped by Liang Jin.

He saluted Ziyun and said: "The officers and men have found some sweet potatoes and baked them, please send them to Shi Ziye, Miss."

Just as Ziyun was about to ask him why he didn't send it by himself, he realized how inconvenient Li Ling was with his wife.

Ziyun took the warm roasted sweet potato from Liang Jin's hand, and replied with a smile, "Adjutant Liang is here."

Although this thing is a rough food, but in this wilderness and ridge where birds don't shit, it's not bad to be able to eat this in the middle of the night.

Holding the warm roasted sweet potatoes, she hurried to the house, stood outside the door and knocked on the door: "Master, madam, here are some roasted sweet potatoes."

After there was a response from inside, she opened the door and went in, and put the roasted sweet potatoes on the table: "This was sent by Deputy Liang, and it's still hot. The son and wife can use some."

Li Ling took one, peeled off the outer skin casually, and handed it to Jing Shu, muttering, "When did this Liang Jin become so careful?"

Jingshu pushed away the sweet potato that Li Ling handed over: "Eat it, I just ate porridge, and now I can't eat any more."

Li Ling lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet potato in his hand: "I haven't eaten this for a long time, and it's pretty good."

Ziyun took out two thicker clothes she found in the car, and told Jing Shu, "Madam, you can sleep with this covered."

Ziyun still used to call her Miss Jingshu in private, but in front of Li Ling or outsiders, she followed the rules and called her Madam.

Jingshu looked at Ziyun who was worried about her, and replied: "Don't worry, I will take care of myself, you can go to the next door to rest."

After Ziyun left, Li Ling lay down on the kang with his clothes together, and said to Jing Shu with a smile: "Seeing how Ziyun loves you, I don't know how to blame me for bringing you out to suffer."

Jing Shu smiled and said: "How could she blame you, I want to follow you."

Li Ling pulled his wife over, let her pillow on his arm, covered her with the clothes Ziyun brought, and said softly: "Close your eyes and sleep for a while, and ask the post city here about the situation in the Gobi tomorrow morning. Let's see if the two days can pass."

(End of this chapter)