Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 67 The ground is soft
Su Mo took the sweet potato and said, "Take me to thank your master."

The boy smiled: "Sure enough, my wife guessed it right. She said, just take it, don't be polite. When I come back in the future, you just accept the things, or give me orders if you have anything."

It is undeniable that this move warmed Su Mo's heart: "Okay."

After the boy delivered the things, he went back to resume his duties.

Dafang's family looked at the sweet potatoes in Su Mo's hand, as if they had pink eye, and their mouths were watering.

"Why does that fat man have sweet potatoes to eat?"

"That sweet potato should be ours."

"Grandma doesn't even have to eat, so who is Su Mo!"

"If we hadn't divided the family, if they had anything in their turn, it wouldn't be ours."

"Grandma has raised Yan Yi for so many years. Looking at the appearance of the second bedroom now, she is simply heartless."

"Drink water and remember the source. With their behavior, their consciences have been eaten by dogs."

Niece Yan Cong's mouth watered with greed. She had always been hungry since she was a child.

However, during the past few days on the road to exile, Yan Congxin was always on the verge of collapse.

Especially when she saw that people like Yan Congling, Yan Congkuan, and Wang Anan could also eat delicious food, she felt even more unbalanced.

"I want to eat sweet potatoes, I want to eat sweet potatoes." Yan Congxin simply acted like a rogue.

Every time Yan Congxin gets emotional, Yan Congrui is bound to get into trouble.

"Why do they all have sweet potatoes to eat, but we don't? It's obvious that we are great-grandmother's most beloved great-grandchildren."

Yan Congxin cried loudly: "My great-grandmother doesn't love me anymore. She only loves herself. I want a few meat buns, but she won't buy them for me."

Yan Congrui answered: "It can only make us greedy for the food in the hands of poor households."

Grandmother Luo Si felt very uncomfortable when the two children said this. She had raised her great-grandson and great-granddaughter with great care for several years, but she didn't know how to be considerate of adults.

But she was still patient: "Isn't it just sweet potatoes? When you go back to rest, my great-grandmother will give you two a piece."

Hearing that there would be delicious food, Yan Congxin immediately beamed with joy: "My great-grandmother is the best."

"Only my great-grandmother loves us the most." Yan Congrui also received benefits and naturally flattered her.

Luo Si enjoyed the praises from the two children and felt happy.

She is the head of this family.

Lin Meng'an, the hall sister-in-law of Dafang's house, felt particularly uncomfortable.

This is all her money. Grandma said that she would greet her every time she uses it. But every time it is her grandmother who is a good person, Lin Meng'an has never had anything to do with her.

Even her grandmother was never satisfied with what she wanted. She still had to find time to get the money back.

Su Mo didn't eat the sweet potatoes, so she put them away.

They had eaten very much in the early morning, and they still had plenty of energy. They saved the sweet potatoes for later when they rested.

The exiled team of the Wang family also began to whisper.

"Why can that fat man have something to eat?"

"We were all exiled together. We also did what she did. Why isn't it ours?"

"How did such an ugly person fall into the eyes of an official?"

"I heard from my own people that the Yan family was exiled because the fat man's husband was corrupt."

"It turns out that this whole family is not a good thing."

"Isn't it? The Yan family has raised them for so many years, and they will fall out whenever they want."

"But having said that, they can have food at home, shouldn't we..."

……

Su Mo raised his head and saw that at the end of his gaze, there was a patch of dark green with a hint of black.

This kind of... Su Mo felt the humid air after the heavy rain, and had a thought in his heart, whether there would be... dark green color getting closer and closer.

The distance seems not far, but it takes a long time to walk.

There are many people on the exile road, and everyone's situation is different. In addition, some people are injured, some are wearing shackles, and some people cannot keep up with the physical strength, so the speed is originally slow.

When we arrived at a densely green place, it was covered with layers of dark green stuff, and it was a bit slippery to walk on.

Su Mo was overjoyed.

She picked it off from the ground and looked at it. It was just as she thought, the ground was soft.

Soft ground is a fungus formed by corroding firewood on the ground for a long time. It is a kind of algae food.

Large areas of soft ground.

Su Mo squatted and dug out the soft ground bit by bit.

When Yan Congling saw her, she hurriedly struggled to get out of her sister-in-law Wang An'an's arms.

"Aunt, what are you doing?"

"The ground is soft and you can eat it."

Hearing this, Yan Conling happily called Wang An'an: "Mom, come here."

Wang Anan squatted down: "What's wrong, Xiao Ling'er?"

Yan Congling lay next to Wang Anan's ear: "Mom, aunt said these soft, black and thin things on the ground are edible. Let's help aunt pick them too."

She was talking about picking for her aunt, rather than picking for herself. There is an essential difference.

Wang Anan readily agreed: "Okay."

Second cousin-in-law Wang Feng and nephew Yan Congkuan were on the other side, also squatting on the ground and digging up the soft ground.

Everyone was digging and walking at the same time, and they were not far behind the team.

When people in the big house saw Su Mo and others digging something on the ground, they finally found a place to vent their unhappiness.

The first one to speak was actually his second cousin Yan Ming.

Even after thinking about it, he didn't know why his parents were angry or why his family looked at him so strangely.

He just felt that he needed to do something to comfort his grandmother and parents.

His target is his son.

"Kuan'er, what are you digging for? It can't be mud, right?"

Yan Congkuan raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes a little cold: Since Yan Ming has made his choice, why are you still pretending to ask?
He lowered his head and continued digging.

Yan Congkuan's attitude made Yan Ming feel extremely embarrassed.

No, it can't be like this. His majesty as a father cannot be trampled on.

He went on to ask, “What can you do by digging some mud?”

Yan Congkuan was more direct this time and didn't even look at him.

The people in the big house also looked at him with sarcastic eyes, as if they were mocking him: If you are such a father, your son will ignore you at all, which is an embarrassment to you.

Yan Ming felt that he couldn't keep it on his face.

Psychological factors made him feel that the amplitude of his walking up and down suddenly increased, and that feeling drove him crazy.

He really wanted to get angry at Yan Congkuan. Anyway, during those years when Yan Congkuan was mentally retarded, he often asked his son to admit his mistakes without asking any questions. This seemed to be what his son should do as a matter of course.

However, when he thought of the look in Yan Congkuan's eyes when he told him to throw him out to feed the wolves, he felt trembling all over.

That look was cold, resentful, angry, cruel, and desolate. All the negative emotions gathered together, making Yan Ming remember this look firmly in his mind on the night when the mudslide occurred.

And when I think about it, I feel like my body is crawled by hundreds of ants, my hairs stand on end, and I feel unspeakably frightened.

(End of this chapter)