The pastoral wife of the evil leader

Chapter 70: Encountering Bandits (1)
After a few words, I heard a few big men feel sympathy in their hearts. The bearded man is also a sweetheart, so he can't help feeling that this girl has a rough life experience and a fateful life. After thinking about it, she probably won't marry again. I didn't go to a good family. This life is really ruined. It's a pity. I patted Hua Hua's shoulder and comforted me: "Sister, brother understands the grievances you have suffered. If you want to open up, you still have to do it in this day." Go on, don't worry, when you go back to the yamen, my brother will help you wherever he can."

"Thank you, brother." Hua Hua was so moved that she "cried" even more.

After these words, the other yamen servants looked at her with a lot of kindness. For the next journey, they deliberately slowed down and rested for a while after half a stick of incense, so that the flowers Traveling is not so tiring.

"Gululu", Huahua looked up, looked at the sun that day, guessed that it was about two o'clock in the afternoon, raised her hand to touch her stomach with a disheveled face, and didn't drink half a bowl of corn mush in the morning, this place is now singing an empty city plan I sang very well, and for a while there was infinite resentment in my heart. Life in this ancient times was difficult. Why did ordinary people have two meals a day in the morning and evening? This damn is going to starve to death.

Now, if only there was a big pie in front of me...

Just thinking about it, a hard steamed bun appeared in front of her eyes. She raised her head and looked at the person who handed it over, but it was the most silent person among these officials who was called Lao Liu. The yamen uniform on his body is the most casual, and the belt around his waist can be knotted casually. He is not dressed properly like other people. His face has some Chinese characters, and he looks pretty decent, but his chin is so long The stubble looks like it has not been taken care of for a long time, and it looks much rougher than the beard.

From the beginning to the end, this person looked like he was not close to strangers. Huahua thought that she would never have a chance to say a word to him until she died, but she was careful not to think about this person, and she was still a little touched in a daze.

The person called Lao Liu, seeing that Huahua hadn't picked up the hard steamed buns that he left for dinner at the inn for a long time, thought she was disgusted, so he said the first sentence from the beginning to now: "This steamed bun It's a bit hard and not tasty, let's put our stomachs on it first, and we can rush to the post station for dinner after the curtain falls."

Although the words were a little blunt, Huahua could still hear his concern, and hurriedly took the steamed buns, and thanked him gratefully.

"Hey, old Liu, you opened your mouth today, and I still think you should continue to be your dumb." Seeing the interaction between the two, the bearded man couldn't help joking about that old Liu.

The old Liu glanced at the man indifferently, then continued to walk with his head depressed. The beard was getting boring, so he laughed dryly and continued to walk with his head buried.

Huahua never thought that a steamed bun that was cold, hard, and had some sour taste would taste so delicious, chewy and sweet, it tasted so delicious, after a few mouthfuls, it still felt like an aftertaste endless.

She was born and raised in the south, and she never liked to eat pasta at home, like steamed buns, she was most reluctant to taste, there is no stuffing, and her mouth feels dry after eating. She simply doesn't understand why the North People eat it as a staple food.

I have always thought that the south is better. I pay more attention to the food. The color, smell and taste are considered comprehensively. It is not as rough as the north. The dishes are simple and have no special features. Today, I ate such a hard steamed bun. I finally understand that it is still a northern thing. Easy to eat and easy to carry.

That steamed bun was quickly wiped out, and Huahua, who finally understood a lot of hardships in life, lowered her head and kept wiping her tears, making the most emotional beard on the side wet her eyes, girl, you It hurts me to see it like this...

"Well, brothers, you don't mind if I cry loudly?" Just when she was sobbing hard, Huahua suddenly turned around and looked at the people behind her and said.

"Ah", the bearded man was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "I don't mind, I don't mind, if you feel wronged in your heart, girl, you can cry, and vent it so you don't have to panic."

But as soon as he finished speaking, an explosive cry of "Wow..." was heard throughout the mountain, even the birds in the sky were almost startled, and the big men were stunned for a moment. One by one, the pestles became logs there.

Two miles behind them, Lin Xiucai, who was catching up in his family's carriage, also heard the hoarse wailing, his brows were filled with worry, and the golden bone fan in his hand opened the curtain to urge Uncle Chen to speed up .

Therefore, Huahua, who was crying endlessly as if venting, heard the sound of a carriage rushing towards this direction behind her, the crying stopped abruptly, turned around, and looked at the person who appeared in the field of vision in puzzlement. Carriage, Nima, if you don't come early or late, you come when the old lady is brewing emotions, and the atmosphere of crying is gone...

Looking at the crystal curtain hanging in front of the car door, the horses that pull the cart are also tall and big, not like those raised by ordinary people. I guess some rich family came to this remote mountain valley for a spring outing after eating too much. I thought that this horse-drawn carriage, which is considered to be of the BMW Mercedes-Benz level in modern times, would gallop past in front of me with a "da da da da".

But he didn't want to, following the sound of the middle-aged uncle driving the car, the horse neighed and the horse raised its hooves, the "BMW" stopped in front of several people.

As soon as the carriage came to a complete stop, the crystal bead curtain was lifted away by a handful of the familiar golden bone fan that Hua Hua looked at. She was dressed in white, and it was actually Lin Xiucai!down from inside.

Looking at Hua Hua, who still had teardrops on her face, but was full of surprise, she immediately walked up to her with distress and pulled her to her side, took out a brocade handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped away the tears on Hua Hua's face, " Dodo, did they bully you?"

Flowers shook her head in a daze.

Lin Xiucai was also taken aback, looked at her puzzled and said, "Then, why are you crying so sadly?"

"I'm hungry……"

Hua Hua replied honestly, she felt that she might have seen hope in this scholar, those eyes, twitching, just like the light bulb, the wattage increased exponentially.

"..."

The flowers finally got what they wanted, and they looked forward to the delicious food. It turned out that Lin Xiucai was a careful person. When he chased him, he didn't forget to bring some food with him in the car. He even made a crock pot of soup. Yes, a full pot of soup, after being bumped for so long, did not leak a single drop. When the lid was lifted, the inside was still steaming, and the aroma of the chicken wafted out of the nostrils, so greedy that Huahua immediately scooped up a spoonful of soup. After taking a big gulp, he screamed from the heat and immediately vomited to the ground.

"It's hot, it's hot!"

The flower hopped around several times like a rabbit, with its mouth open and its tongue sticking out.

(End of this chapter)