After I was Exiled, I Became a Noble Minister

    The horse could no longer walk. Zhang San got off the car and led the horse forward step by step, leaving footprints in the thick snow.

    Mu Wanqing was very anxious, she had never encountered such a situation.

    Wandering around without direction will not work.

    She leaned on the window and looked around, "Brother Zhang, see if there is any shelter, a big tree will do."

    Zhang San was wearing thick winter clothes, two thick coats, one from Mu Ziang.

    Even so, the cold air is still digging into the bones.

    He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked left and right, but couldn't see a few meters away. "No, nothing."

    There was nothing but white.

    The three of them took turns to search. After a long time, mu Ziang suddenly called out, "Is that a towering tree?"

    Mu Wanqing followed her line of sight and immediately became happy, "Yes, yes, hurry up."

    Zhang San pulled the carriage and walked over, and he was about three meters away, and something tripped him under his feet.

    "Ah." Zhang San fell to the ground, wearing too thick clothes to get up.

    Mu Zi'ang jumped out of the carriage without thinking, and helped third brother Zhang, "be careful."

    Brother Zhang grabbed his hand and got up, looking back to see what had caught him just now.

    "Ah, ah, there are dead people."

    Mu Ziang was startled, turned his head to look, and buried a person in the snow, with only half of his head exposed.

    He felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know who was buried in a foreign land. His family might be waiting for him to come home with anticipation.

    He sighed softly, since he met him, he buried him well, and made a mark, maybe he will meet his family one day.

    Who knows, he found something wrong as soon as he started, and there was a hint of heat in his breath.

    "There is still gas, there is heat, and it is alive."

    Seeing this, Mu Wanqing jumped out of the carriage, "Second brother, third brother Zhang, be careful when you load people into the car."

    Since they meet, it is fate, and it is natural to save them.

    When the others got into the car, Mu Ziang and Zhang Sange worked together to remove the man's wet clothes, Mu Wanqing took out the men's black rabbit fur cloak from the couch, "Here Wrap him up."

    This old rabbit fur cloak was sold to her by the innkeeper. She was a treasure at that time. Later, she got a better cloak and did not give the old cloak away.

    This comes in handy.

    "Second brother, take the snow and rub his body slowly."

    What Mu Wanqing said, Mu Ziang did it without asking why.

    Mu Wanqing used all the methods she could think of.

    "Brother Zhang, you tie the reins to the tree and tie them firmly. The tarpaulin covering the horse's back is covered with snow, and there is also a thick layer of snow on the roof of the carriage. All clear."

    This will fix the position.

    Mu Wanqing also stepped forward to help, but she was small and could not stand firm in the snowstorm, which frightened Zhang San, "Miss, hurry up and get in the car."

    She is good at everything, but she is smart, but she is not good at strength.

    Mu Wanqing also felt that she was doing a disservice. She climbed into the car and kept an eye on third brother Zhang, and could call if there was any danger.

    Zhang San is a dull person, but he does things neatly and gets things done in a short while.

    Mu Wanqing opened the curtain, "Brother Zhang, come up too."

    Zhang San felt a little uncomfortable, this was Mu Wanqing's private carriage, and most people were not allowed to enter.

    However, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and he has nowhere to hide.

    "Drink it." Mu Wanqing handed over the **** tea and poured a cup for her second brother to dispel the cold.

    Mu Ziang drank the **** tea, "can this person drink it?"

    Mu Wanqing was a little undecided. It was the first time she encountered such a thing, "Wait until he wakes up and then give him the water."

    I don't know how long it took, Mu Ziang found that the body temperature of the boy in the cloak had picked up, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Does this save his life?

    "Sister, when will he wake up?"

    "I don't know." Mu Wanqing could only say, obeying God's will, "Everyone's situation is different."

    Zhang San looked out the car window from time to time, his expression getting more and more anxious.

    "Miss, it's snowing non-stop, it's getting dark, what should we do?"

    In the face of nature, the power of the individual is small and vulnerable.

    Mu Wanqing is also very anxious.

    However, she is the backbone of everyone, once she is in a hurry, it will naturally affect others.

    She looked extraordinarily calm, "Just wait quietly for the snowstorm to pass, it's really not good, just spend the night in the carriage, don't worry, there is food and drink in the carriage, and charcoal fire is enough, as long as you go out from time to time Dealing with the snow on the roof, there's no problem."

    Mu Ziang is very disturbed, "will there be beasts?"

    Mu Wanqing took out a casserole, filled half of the pot of snow and placed it in a small mud stove to boil, took out two handfuls of peanuts from a drawer, and roasted them on the side of the small mud stove.

    "I asked the doctor to prepare some repellents, which have been sprinkled around the carriage just now."

    "Does it work?"

    "Of course." Mu Wanqing's tone was particularly firm. As for the truth, only she herself knew.

    Fortunately, mu Ziang believes in her sister very much. She says it works, so there must be no problem.

    In this way, several people sat in the car all night, and their mouths did not stop. They were steaming porridge for a while, roasted peanuts for a while, and baked buns for a while.

    Mu Wanqing's craftsmanship is generally recognized as good. No matter what she cooks, it's delicious. Zhang San and Mu Zi who eat it raise their eyebrows and smile.

    Just chatting, eating and drinking, this long night will not be difficult.

    It was bright, mu Ziang stroked her stomach, very full, but still greedy. "If only there was a bowl of oil tea noodles."

    My sister's fried noodles is a must, he loves to eat it.

    "Yes, you wait." Mu Wanqing accurately took out a cloth bag from the bottom drawer, untied the rope, and inside was camellia noodles. She likes to store food.

    Mu Ziang is overjoyed. My sister's carriage is like a treasure chest. It's nice to have whatever you want.

    He took the oil tea noodles, picked up the kettle and washed three bowls, "You haven't finished yet? Ours is already finished."

    Mu Wanqing cooks a lot of fried noodles every time, and distributes them to those who are close to them.

    In a short while, an alluring sweet fragrance filled the car.

    "Goooooo." Whose stomach is growling?

    The three looked at each other, and then looked at the boy lying on the mat.

    The boy's eyes opened slightly, but his face was still as pale as paper.

    Mu Ziang was so happy, "are you awake? Are you okay? "

    The young man watched them warily, struggled to sit up, and the cloak slipped off. Only then did he realize that there was nothing inside, and he grabbed the cloak in fright. "Who are you?"

    "We..." mu Ziang didn't know how to introduce himself, so he looked at his sister subconsciously.

    Mu Wanqing said slowly, "You and I meet by chance. After that, we go our separate ways, don't say anything, don't ask anything."

    She took a sip of the fragrant oil tea noodles and raised her eyebrows. "Would you like a bowl?"

    Is it young and full of vitality?

    The teenager stared blankly at the bowl in her hand, fascinated by the rich aroma, "Yes."

    Mu Ziang generously poured a bowl for him, the boy took a sip, stunned for a moment, and then quickly ate, the fragrance of sesame, crushed peanuts and flour were perfectly blended , makes people mouth full of fragrance, delicious and want to cry.

    "What is this?"

    Mu Ziang showed off proudly, "my sister's oil tea noodles made by herself, it's delicious."

    "Your sister?"

    "Ah, I mean..." Mu Ziangka said, he almost forgot that this was just a stranger, not a familiar clan.

    Mu Wanqing lifted a lid, the aroma of the food pierced her nose, "Do you want to drink sugar porridge?"

    "Yes." The boy's eyes lit up as he ate the sweet but not greasy congee.

    I never knew a bowl of porridge would be so delicious, the sweetness spread from the mouth to the stomach, and the tense emotions gradually relaxed.

    Food has the power to soothe the heart.

    He found that the Mu Wanqing brothers and sisters were not at all interested in his wounded face, they didn't ask, and they didn't seem to see it. They completely treated him as an ordinary person, and he let go of his guard.

    After many years, he has always remembered this bowl of sweet porridge, this bowl of oil tea noodles, which is incomparable to any delicious food from mountains and seas.

    From this day on, his life was completely different.

    This blizzard has been falling for two whole days, Mu Wanqing is worried when she sees the snow on her knees, what should I do?

     She bit her freshly baked pancake and sighed softly, "I'm so hard."

    The teenager glanced at her silently, if she ignored the food she was eating and the cloak she was wearing, it would still be a little persuasive.