Stepmother Shaoguang

Chapter 86 The Savior
The sun is about to set, dyeing the horizon red.

Not to mention the two children, He Shaoguang's stomach was unbelievably hungry.

The assassin also went out to patrol a circle, picked up a pheasant and came back, ready to light the firewood and roast it to eat.

"Cluck..." The poor pheasant struggled, and its neck was broken in one fell swoop.

Then the assassin started to pluck the feathers, but the chicken feathers were really difficult to pull out, the big feathers were plucked, and there were many small ones attached to it.

The assassin didn't have much patience with it, so he just wanted to set it on fire.

"Hey...don't!"

He Shaoguang looked at the pheasant. Although he ate a lot of wild game two days ago, he had been hungry for a whole day, and now he was hungry.

"?"

The assassin paused to see what she had to say.

"Brother Assassin." He Shaoguang blinked his eyes twice, and tentatively said, "The chicken feathers are making your throat worse after eating, you can boil some hot water and scald the chicken feathers, it will be much easier to pull out."

The assassin glanced at her, thinking about the taste of unplucked chicken, it was really uncomfortable.

So I went to a small stream not far away to fetch a ladle of water.Without any tools, he could only use the water bag he carried with him, and put it on the fire to heat it in the air.

After waiting very hard for the water to boil, the assassin rubbed the whole body of the chicken as she said, and sure enough the hairs were much easier to deal with.

He Shaoguang reckoned that he had almost handled it, and said again: "Actually, this chicken was roasted on an open fire, not to mention the scorched skin, but it's still very sticky..."

The assassin was impatient: "Can I not know? Where are the pots and pans here?"

"Ahem..." He Shaoguang said seriously, "Actually, it doesn't have to be that complicated. I know a way, and it must be better than this."

The assassin waited for her to continue, but He Shaoguang shut up now and didn't intend to continue.

"Speak?" The assassin frowned, "I hate half-spoken people the most. Don't think that you are the general's wife so I dare not do anything to you!"

He Shaoguang swallowed his saliva: "I can teach you, but you have to feed us some."

The assassin was thinking about her request, he was afraid that there would be extra troubles and troubles would come out.

"Anyway, you can't finish it all by yourself."

"If you starve our three mothers to death, maybe you will be wiped by Lu Xiaowen on your neck before you see Lu Xiaowen."

In order to eat the chicken, He Shaoguang can be said to "be kind and powerful".

Finally the assassin agreed to her terms and let her teach him.

He Shaoguang asked him to find a few big leaves to wrap the chicken in zong leaves or something else, and seal it with mud.

"Is this edible?" The assassin looked at her suspiciously

He Shaoguang smiled at him, and continued to direct: "Find a few bricks and build them up... Yes, there are many next to it. Light the fire inside, throw the chicken in and wait."

While waiting, bursts of fragrance wafted out, and several people couldn't sit still.

"Okay?"

"No, wait a little longer."

"..."

"Shouldn't it be all right?"

"Not yet, don't worry."

"..."

I don't know how long I waited, but when the assassin kept looking around to check if the chicken was cooked.

He Shaoguang gave an order: "It's done!"

The assassin immediately fished out a clod of earth from the fire. The mud that was originally moist covering the chicken had dried up and turned brown.

He Shaoguang asked him to smash the mud, indicating that he should be familiar with it.

Although there are no various seasonings, the most primitive beggar chicken is wrapped in the fragrance of plants, which reaches the heart of everyone in the ruined temple.

The assassin was in a good mood, so he planned to fulfill his promise, and generously gave each of the two children a chicken leg.

He handed it over, and Lu Mingzhen wanted to reach out to pick it up, but found that his hands were tied and he couldn't move.

She turned her head to look at He Shaoguang quite aggrieved.

The calmer Lu Mingyan also twisted his small body, trying to loosen the rope.

"That... Brother Assassin, why don't you let go of our hands?"

The assassin immediately took back the chicken leg in his hand: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Oh no, it's just hands! Aren't our feet still tied? We three weak women and children can't carry our shoulders...can we run?"

He Shaoguang bit his lower lip, feeling very pitiful.

Even the two children stared at him with big, clear eyes.

Feeling the pressure, the assassin thought that the three people who were sure to drag their families would not be able to escape, so he waved his hand and untied their hands, but their feet were still tightly bound.

After being tied up with a rope all afternoon, He Shaoguang had deep red marks on his hands. The two children were in good condition because of their thick clothes.

Lu Mingyan glanced at her wrist distressedly, and gently rubbed it twice for her.

He Shaoguang patted his head, took the chicken handed to her by the assassin, and bit into it.

He was so hungry that he didn't care about his image at all.

The assassin took a look and was stunned: Is the general's wife also so bold?

He Shaoguang didn't notice it at all, and while gnawing on the last bit of meat on the chicken rack, he commented: "It's a pity that there will be no lotus leaves. This beggar chicken should still be wrapped in lotus leaves. It will be fragrant and not greasy at all."

There is no salt for seasoning, and it is a bit bland.

Of course, after eating, the assassins tied their hands again, and the bindings were stronger than before.

Because it's night, they will spend the night here today.

I don't know if it was because of the fate of the beggar chicken, or because of the assassin's compassion.

After dinner, he went out for a walk, and when he came back, he also cut hay for them and spread it on the ground, feeling a little more comfortable.

He Shaoguang was moved, and decided that if Lu Xiaowen hadn't found him tomorrow, she could teach him to bake other things.

A comfortable hostage life must be fought for with one's own hands.

But she didn't wait for this opportunity, she fell asleep in the middle of the night, she heard footsteps, and then someone touched her face.

It felt icy and cool to the touch, and almost instantly, goosebumps all over He Shaoguang's body stood up.

She closed her eyes tightly, thinking that this man would make other moves, so she jumped up and kicked his knee violently.

"Shaoguang, it's me."

The familiar voice, even if played very lightly, is extraordinarily clear.

He Shaoguang almost shed tears: this big brother finally came to save them.

He Shaoguang opened his eyes, and saw Lu Xiaowen's slightly pale face under the moonlight coming through the crumbling window.

He Shaoguang couldn't hold back anymore, tears flowed down "shua", whimpering.

Afraid of alarming the assassin, she bit her lower lip tightly, but couldn't stop the tears and snot from flowing into her mouth.

……

I want to cry even more.

How embarrassing, He Shaoguang despaired of life.

Lu Xiaowen didn't give her time to despair, took out her handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped off the dirt for her.

"What about the child?"

He Shaoguang signaled with a "woo hoo" to the two children lying on the straw mat.

Lu Mingyan curled his knees against the pillar, and Lu Mingzhen lay at his feet, not sleeping very soundly.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, He Shaoguang saw that the assassin's straw mat was empty.

(End of this chapter)