After evacuating the enemy's warehouse, carry supplies through the disaster year

Chapter 16
On the road, only the sound of hoofbeats and low sobs could be heard, Ziyu was silent.

She really doesn't want to care about the two children. This body is also a child who has not grown up. No matter how rich she is, she doesn't worry about it so much.

It's really a trouble for herself, she will never care about the life and death of people on the way.

"Don't cry, what's your name?" Ziyu, who was annoyed by the crying, emphasized her tone.

"Young Master, my name is Cheng Yuanju, ten years old, my sister is Cheng Yuanshu, five years old, and my father is Cheng Bohou."

The boy looked at Ziyu with full expectation, it was the only hope for him and his sister at present.

"Aren't you from Meijia Village? Why isn't your surname Mei?"

"My family is an outsider. Most of the people in the village are named Mei. I don't know about the others." Cheng Yuanju immediately explained.

"Phew, it's fine if your surname is not Mei!

If you follow me, you have to sign a deed of sale, and I don't want anyone to make trouble.

Once you enter my house, you have to abide by my rules. Except for letting you go free yourself, if you have two intentions, you will die without a place to bury you, understand? "

"Understood, thank you son for fulfilling it!"

Cheng Yuanju got up, stood on the step, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily to Ziyu three times.

For more than half a year, he suffered from blind eyes and wandering, which made him understand the hardships of life prematurely, and the most important thing is to survive.

In this way, Ziyu's family had two more mouths to eat.

...

The mule cart stopped at the gate of the city, and the surroundings were silent. Ziyu took off the cotton cape on her body and used it as a quilt for the brother and sister.

She entered the carriage for a while, and a smell of ginger tea wafted out, and opened the curtain in front of her.

"Boy, drink this bowl of ginger tea, let your sister drink some, and bake two steamed buns for you."

The black object wrapped in a cloak immediately got its two little heads out when it heard something to eat, and the loud swallowing sound made people want to laugh.

"Thank you, Young Master, for the reward!"

"Thank you, Young Master, for the reward!"

The three of them drank the same ginger tea, ate hot steamed buns, and kept warm by the small charcoal stove in this silent night.

When the sky was twilight, the people entering the city lined up carrying their burdens. When the city gate opened, Ziyu was the first to enter the city in a mule cart.

The mule carts were running on the empty streets, and the houses in the mist were vague and vague, giving them a fairy-like air.

Inside the open courtyard door, Xiaodouding, who was running at the door, looked out from time to time, and when he saw the mule cart that suddenly appeared, he was so surprised that he rolled and scrambled to run out of the courtyard.

"Brother...Brother...Wow..."

"Woo..., don't die!"

Ziyu hurriedly grabbed the mule cart, jumped down and picked up this lifeless little thing.

Ziluo wrapped herself around Ziyu's body like an octopus, whimpering about her fear of not being able to find her brother.

"Brother, don't leave Xiao Luo behind, I'm so scared!"

"Coward, little crying bag, don't cry!"

Ziyu roared angrily, and Ziluo was so frightened that she immediately withdrew the tears from her eyes.

"Brother is not fierce, Xiao Luo is good!"

The little guy's face was pressed against Ziyu's neck, making her unable to vent her anger, so Ziyu had no choice but to walk into the yard with the little guy in his arms.

Brother and sister Cheng Yuanju looked at the scene in front of them curiously, and Cheng Yuanshu's eyes were full of envy.

"Master is back!"

The three members of Mr. Chen's family hurried out when they heard the movement.

"Take those two people down to wash up. When Mrs. Chen goes shopping for vegetables, buy them a change of clothes, and then buy some fabric to make new clothes for each of you.

Chen Xiaoshan come in with me! "Ziyu glanced at the three members of the Chen family indifferently, and said in an undeniable tone.

"Yes, Master!"

Chen Xiaoshan, who was named, shrank his neck in fright, and cowardly followed Ziyu in.

Xiao Luo, who Ziyu couldn't carry, sat on the Eight Immortals chair in the main room, looking at Chen Xiaoshan who was five steps away from her and looked down at the ground.

"What were you doing just now?"

"Master, I'm lighting a fire for my mother." Chen Xiaoshan replied honestly.

"Remember what your duties are?"

"Look at the young master!"

"Then why is he alone at the gate of the courtyard, has he thought about the consequences?" Ziyu's voice was cold, not angry.

Chen Da, who had set up the mule cart, felt his heart tighten when he heard that, it was indeed their negligence just now, and he thought that there would be nothing at the gate of his courtyard.

He looked worriedly at his son who bowed his head, and wanted to step forward to defend him, but he was afraid of making the young master angry.

"Pump Tom!"

Chen Xiaoshan was so frightened that his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his small body trembling.

"Master, I was wrong! I will never dare again!"

Needle dropping could be heard in the main room, until the cold sweat dripped from Chen Xiaoshan's forehead, Ziyu spoke calmly.

"Squat at the door for an hour, and if you can't remember your duties, you will go to the toilet behind."

"Yes, Master!"

Chen Xiaoshan pursed his lips in grievance, his parents taught him to listen to the young master, but he forgot because he wanted to help his mother for a while.

...

Chen Da, who was guarding the door, honestly entered the main room and reported the family affairs in the past two days.

"Master, the young one will teach Xiao Shan well and won't let him do it again."

"Doing your job well is the most basic requirement for you.

Take Cheng Yuanju with you when you go out, familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment, and leave the feeding of the mules to him.

Clean up the utility room for their brothers and sisters to live in, and pay for the missing things to me. "

For the newly bought servants in the family, Ziyu had to rearrange the work and accommodation, and there was no one available at home, Ziyu really had a headache.

Ziyu didn't plan to settle here for a long time, so she dismissed Butler Tian's thoughts, otherwise the current house would not be enough to live in.

"Yes, little one, let's do it!"

After Chen Da stepped back for a while, he hurried in again with a large bucket of hot water.

"Master, the hot water is ready!"

"Put it there, I'll do it myself!"

Chen Da, who wanted to help carry him into the house, was stunned for a moment, put down the big wooden barrel obediently and exited, and Ziyu tore off Xiao Luo who was on his body.

"Xiao Luo wait here obediently, brother will come out in a while."

"Xiao Luo wait for brother obediently!"

The obedient Xiao Luo sat upright on the chair of the Eight Immortals, looking at Ziyu in a small group and grinning with small teeth.

...

Ziyu closed the doors and windows, took a brief wash and changed into a new brocade robe with blue dark patterns, her hair was simply pulled up and fixed with white jade hairpins.

When Ziyu brought out the water, Chen Day who was waiting outside to pour the water was taken aback for a moment.

[The young master is in good spirits! 】

Once again eating a non-distinctive breakfast, Ziyu can only speed up the pace of development.

It's really hard to have a lot of good goods, but not a good cook, and she doesn't want to be trapped in the kitchen every day.

Ziyu, who rested at home for a day, went to the Yamen to file the deed of prostitution of Cheng Yuanju and his sister. As for the scholar father whom the siblings had never met, Ziyu didn't pay much attention.

What kind of bloody storms Yundu has experienced, only she knows best, those candidates who rush to take the exam like to be other people's protégés the most.

If there is no news for two years, he may have become someone else's door-to-door son-in-law. There has been no lack of material for such things since ancient times.

(End of this chapter)