Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 32
Fang Yao felt that the thorn forest was too far away, and now the soles of her feet were sore, and she didn't want to move at all.

"Don't go in, help me prop this thing up."

She dug out a bunch of things from her bag, found two similar dwarf pine trees, hung them on the branches, and asked people to help pull the two sides, a mobile open-air temporary toilet, and that's it.

Several women watched, including the big-headed daughter-in-law among them. They couldn't help but said happily: "Master, what you think is thoughtfulness. With this, our journey will be much more convenient."

Several other people echoed repeatedly: "That's right! When you rest at night, you don't have to run away in the dark."

Fang Yao's face under the scarf was a little shy. These were old curtains hanging at the door of Jiang's house, which she sewed up to be a tent on the road.

It's a pity that her handwork is really poor, and the materials are insufficient, and there is no suitable support rod, and finally a nondescript semi-finished product is produced.

"Okay." She waved her hand, "I'll take the little girl in first, she can't hold it anymore, we'll come out and replace you later."

Deep in the woods.

"Brother, what is that? What are those women doing?"

A few men were puzzled when they saw the veiled woman holding the child and entering the curtain. The women around pulled the curtain and couldn't see anything.

After going back and forth a few times in this way, seven or eight men watched the woman over there put away the curtain, and then left together.

Only then did the rough male voice come to his senses: "His grandma, these women seem to be relieved in that cloth shed!"

The others were dumbfounded: "Ah, brother, then, won't they come over?"

"What a waste of your mother's words, come here after explaining everything!"

"Then let them go like this?"

"Damn, I don't believe it anymore!" The rough male voice said, "Brothers are almost out of food, we have been following for so long, we must get something!"

……

At noon, the sun is the most poisonous.

The villagers ate dry food, spread straw mats on the ground, and began to rest.

Everyone didn't have a good rest at night, and they all got up early in the morning. After a while, the noisy and lively team gradually quieted down, and soon the snoring sounded one after another.

Fang Yao sat beside Mrs. Jiang, leaning against the trunk of the poplar tree, quietly took off her sneakers behind her back, and rubbed her feet.

She admired this group of people, except for the patriarch's family who still had a pair of old cloth shoes, most of the others wore tattered straw sandals, and some children didn't even have shoes, but they were all better than her when they walked the mountain road.

"Oh, Second Sister, why are you showing your feet outside, put them on quickly." Jiang Shi came over and hurriedly turned sideways to help her cover them more tightly.

Fang Yao didn't care, and muttered in a low voice: "Sister, what are you afraid of, everyone is asleep, and the straw sandals that everyone is wearing, I don't think there is much difference from not wearing them."

Jiang yelled at her, and lightly reprimanded: "They are common people, not bound by ethics, how can you be like them?"

"..."

Fang Yao was a little speechless, why is it different.

But she was too lazy to argue with Jiang Shi, so she just put her face down on purpose: "Sister, my feet hurt, I won't lie to you."

"Look at you, you are so delicate." Jiang Shi just glanced at her feet, and immediately frowned, "Oh, your feet are all red, come here and let me rub them for you."

Then before Fang Yao could react, he really helped her press.

"..."

Fang Yao was stunned, her cheeks under the scarf were flushed, you know, she really didn't mean to be coquettish!

But Jiang's technique is really powerful, after being pressed a few times by her, the soreness of the soles of the feet was relieved a lot.

Fang Yao was very pleasantly surprised: "Sister, you can do it this way."

"Then don't look at what our father did before." Jiang replied with a smile.

How could she know!

Fang Yao struggled for a while, but still asked with a thick old face: "Sister, I don't remember anything, what did our father do before?"

The smile on Jiang's face faded, "Hey, look at my memory, I forgot about your brain disease. Dad used to be a famous doctor in Qudu, and he was the best at pressing. If he is still here, your brain disease will say There is still hope for a cure.”

Fang Yao choked up.

Very rebelliously glad that Jiang's father is gone now.

Otherwise, even a genius doctor would not be able to cure her "brain disease".

But soon, her attention shifted to another point.

Since Jiang's father is so powerful, his family's family background should be pretty good, and judging from Jiang's words and deeds, he really doesn't look like a village woman who grew up in a mountain village.

Then how did she get married in such a poor, tinkling ravine...

But Fang Yao didn't ask these questions. Although Jiang Shi mistook her for her sister, she was still too embarrassed to inquire about these very personal questions.

When mentioning his father, Jiang's mood dropped a lot, "It's a pity that neither you nor I have inherited his old man's mantle, otherwise we wouldn't be here now..."

Before she finished speaking, she lost her voice, and just continued to concentrate on pinching Fang Yao's feet.

What will it be?

Fang Yao secretly guessed, is Jiang shi depressed because of her downfall now...

After about two hours, the hottest time passed at noon. After the patriarch came to ask Fang Yao for instructions, he called everyone back and forth to get up and continue on their way.

The ground is scorched hot, and when you step on the ground with your shoes on, you can feel the heat waves rushing into your feet and trouser legs.

Erya gave Fang Yao a straw hat, and the latter felt much more comfortable wearing it. She thanked Erya, who shyly pursed her lips and smiled, turned and ran back to her parents.

"It seems that they really respect you." Jiang said with emotion.

Fang Yao didn't speak, probably people are so multi-faceted, and most people in the village are indeed not as bad as she thought at first.

However, she didn't let go of her grudge completely.

someone in particular.

Her eyes fell on the front of the team, and A Wu Niang jumped onto the cart after she fell asleep, and then lay on it listlessly, with her eyes closed, completely ignoring the blue-faced young man next to her.

Fang Yao pretended not to notice their internal conflicts surnamed Li, as long as Ah Wu Niang didn't come to provoke her.

As the day progressed, the sun gradually set in the west, and in the evening, the team climbed a higher mountain.

"Isn't this Niuheshang Village? Why are the houses burned down?"

"There is no one in the village. Didn't you hear what Dr. Cui said before? Many people died in Niuheshang Village. It is estimated that before the officials left, they were afraid that there would still be a plague, so they set it on fire."

"Fortunately, we met Master..."

The villagers discussed in a low voice, Fang Yao looked at the dilapidated house in the ravine ahead with black smoke, and felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

It is not known how many people were killed by the rat monster.

As she was thinking about it, she suddenly saw something flickering in a burned out beyond recognition room.

Fang Yao was a little strange, no one around seemed to notice the abnormality there, her heart moved slightly, and she quickly took out the mask.

The moment she put on the mask, a tiny ball of light flew up from the mountain and flew into her mask.

She can see the dead plague demon light ball without wearing a mask, and can she collect it? !

And so on!

But soon, her complexion became serious again.

The originally cloudless sky looked foggy after wearing a mask, as if it was always covered with a layer of dust.

In the north, it is especially serious.

"Master, are there any plague demons in Niuheshang Village?" Patriarch Li Fugui asked nervously.

Fang Yao shook her head and took off the mask: "No, they are all dead."

Li Fugui stared at the burnt-out village, always feeling unlucky, and hurriedly said: "Master, our Lijia Village had a fight with Niuheshang Village before, why don't we take a detour and go somewhere else."

Fang Yao understood his feelings: "It's up to you, as long as you know the way."

"no problem!"

Li Fugui chose a narrow path that was difficult to walk, and the cart was not easy to push, so A Wu Niang was finally driven off by her own man with a black face.

And the other side.

"Brother, they didn't leave the village. Over there is the territory of Hu Laoqi and his group, what should we do?"

"What are you afraid of? Hu Laoqi only has a few people. If he wants to swallow these people, he has to rely on Lao Tzu. Go, take a shortcut!"

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