Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 5 Blocked out of the village
Fang Yao never expected that Jiang's family would move out because she was worried that the villagers would discover her nonsense.

Although she really wanted to leave this wretched place, but if it was her own reasons...

She said guiltily, "Sister, don't you wait for brother-in-law to come back? What if he comes back one day and can't find you and the children?"

Jiang paused for a moment while kneading the dough, and then said, "If he wants to come back, he should have come back earlier."

Fang Yao also fell silent. There was no news from the war for five years.

Originally, she wanted to persuade Jiang Shi again, after all, holding the mask in her hand, it is not difficult to fool those dull villagers.

But after thinking about it, since I want to make money, it is impossible to stay in such a shitty place forever. I must go out and find a suitable way.

She asked curiously: "Sister, where are we going then?"

Jiang sighed: "No matter where we go, we will be safe if we leave Lijia Village in the future, so don't talk nonsense then."

"Sister, I know I was wrong." Fang Yao embarrassedly scratched her neck.

"However, don't take it to heart. Even if you don't say those words, we won't be able to stay in the village." Jiang frowned slightly, and said slowly, "If possible...I want to visit the capital."

At this time, Fang Yao didn't know how far Lijia Village was from the capital of Daxiang Kingdom Jiang said, but she was really excited.

Although Daxiang Kingdom is a dynasty that has never appeared in history, the capital has always been synonymous with power and prosperity.

It has to be said that Fang Yao is still very yearning in her heart.

So, she rolled up her sleeves and happily helped Mrs. Jiang make dry food.

This dry food is also called embarrassment, and it is easy to make. Fang Yao knows how to make it after listening to Jiang's explanation.

Put the millet or noodles in a pot and fry until cooked, then add water to mash it, knead it into a shape that is easy to carry, and dry it in the sun, so that it can be preserved for a long time.

Although the taste is not good, it is better than hungry and not easy to deteriorate.

Jiang's family didn't have much food in stock, and when all the rice noodles were used up, they only made about [-] palm-sized pancakes.

In the afternoon, the grain was drying in the yard, and Jiang went out to the neighboring village to do other things. Fang Yao and her two children kept an eye on the grain in the yard to prevent people or animals from stealing the grain.

The sun outside was too strong, Fang Yao sat on the stone pier beside the gate to hide from the sun, and studied the manual by the way.

"All the plague monsters come out, demons and ghosts..." She whispered these words softly, her fingers rubbing the rough mask on her legs.

A gust of hot wind blows, and the smoke from the kitchen of Datou's house next door floats into the yard.

"smell good……"

Dabao and Xiaomei sniffed the cigarette vigorously, salivating so much that they swallowed.

Fang Yao touched her nose and couldn't help sneezing. I wonder if she hasn't eaten meat for a long time like Dabao and the others. The smell of meat is not very fragrant to her, but it exudes a faint smell A faint stench.

This strong and weird smell of meat made her feel suspicious. Jiang said that Datou's family was so poor that they couldn't even drink rice soup. In the morning, they were crying because the rats ruined the food, so they would have meat in the afternoon?

Could it be what she guessed? !

Thinking of the scene where the mouse crawled out of the dry toilet at night, Fang Yao suddenly felt sick.

It didn't take long for the big-headed daughter-in-law to throw a pot of dirty things outside. The two families were not far away, and Fang Yao had sharp eyes. Sure enough, she found something that looked like mouse fur inside, and her guess became more and more certain.

Soon, she discovered that not only Datou's family, but also other families in the village, the same smell wafted from the kitchens of every household.

"Auntie, I'm hungry..."

"I'm hungry too."

Dabao and Xiaomei had always been greedy for the dry food drying in the yard, but now they were hooked by the ubiquitous smell of meat in the village.

Fang Yao was a little anxious, Jiang went to the neighboring village to borrow a scooter after dinner in the morning, and agreed to come back before dinner. At this time, the sun was gradually setting, and it was evening, and Jiang was still there.

The little girl ate her finger aggrievedly: "Auntie, I want to eat meat too..."

Fang Yao had no choice but to take a half-dried pancake, broke it in half and gave it to the two children, coaxing in a low voice: "Hey, you can't eat that meat, you will get sick if you eat it."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a burst of heart-piercing vomiting from the neighbor Datou's yard, followed by the screams of Datou's wife.

"Big head?! Big head, what's wrong with you!"

Fang Yao walked quickly to the gate of the yard, and through the thick gap in the mouth of the bowl, she saw that in the opposite fenced yard, the man named Datou was hunched over in pain, with a large piece of vomit mixed with blood under his body.

She originally wanted to go out and have a look, but suddenly the phrase "all the plague monsters come out" in the nameless book flashed in her mind, and her heart skipped a beat.

"What happened to Uncle Datou?"

Behind him, Dabao and the younger sister squeezed over curiously, wanting to see what was going on outside, Fang Yao immediately turned around and pushed the two little ones who were still eating dry food back into the house.

"Get in the house, don't go out."

She tore off the door curtain at home forcefully, spread out on the bed and began to pack things quickly.

Half an hour later, Fang Yao had changed into a black and blue linen skirt, with a face towel wrapped around her face, a bag full of dry food on her back, a canvas bag on her right shoulder, and a water bladder hanging from her waist.

Dabao: "Auntie, where are you going?"

"Let's go find your mother... your mother."

Fang Yao tore off the extra headscarves and put them on respectively for Dabao and Xiaomei, telling them not to take them off casually.

She found the lock under the stone pier behind the door. Before leaving, she thought for a while, took out a sickle from the kitchen and put it in a bag, and then led Dabao and Xiaomei to the outside of the village.

The neighbors were probably infected with some terrible infectious disease, and the whole village was no longer safe. Fang Yao decided to leave early to see if she could meet Jiang who was returning on the way.

She deliberately avoided Datou's house, and walked as far away from the villagers as possible. On the road, there were big rats roaming around the eaves and corners, scaring the two children to stick close to her.

The little girl wanted to hang on her lap: "Auntie, I'm afraid..."

Fang Yao brought too many things, so she couldn't hug her, so she could only squeeze her little hand tightly and comfort her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, we will find your mother when we leave the village..."

Before the words were finished, horseshoes neighed suddenly in front of her. Fang Yao raised her head and saw that the hill in front of the village entrance was full of soldiers at some point!
A strong man with a big arm and a round waist opened his bow and arrow, and pointed straight at her, and then a rough male voice sounded: "Lady down the slope, quickly retreat, and dare to take a step forward, don't blame my ruthless men!"

Fang Yao's heart sank. She looked around and found that not only the front, but also the hillsides around the entire village were surrounded by sharp repelling horses, guarded by people.

Her palms were sweating, and she replied as calmly as possible: "Brother, please let us go, I just took the child by here—"

On the mountain.

Zhou Nan carefully looked at Fang Yao at the bottom of the slope, then turned to look at the carriage behind him and said hesitantly: "Young Master, this woman really looks like someone who traveled a long way, do you want her to leave?"

The man in the car narrowed his beautiful peach eyes slightly, and said lazily: "Master Zhou, you know, I'm just out for fun, what should I do, don't ask me about this kind of thing."

Zhou Nan hated that iron cannot be made into steel, and then sighed: "It is better to kill three thousand by mistake than to let one go."

The wind gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, and the man's eyes swept across Fang Yao's face wearing a kerchief, and fell on the two young children beside the latter, with compassion flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)