Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 17 Night at the Station

Under the faint moonlight, Meng Qingping looked at the small box on his palm in surprise. It felt a bit like hard paper, but it was very different from hard paper.Especially inside the box, there is an imperceptibly refreshing coolness emanating from the inside out, which makes people feel indescribably comfortable.

In this scorching hot summer, this slight coolness will make him desperately want to get close.

Seeing her grandfather in a daze again, Fu Xinci hurriedly urged in a low voice: "Grandfather, this is milk. It's very nourishing. You should drink it soon."

"..."

Meng Qingping did not speak.

Fu Xinci knew that her grandfather was thinking about Yu'er, so she couldn't bear to drink it by herself.He took out another carton of milk from the space, inserted a straw in front of his grandfather, and gently placed it near Yu'er's mouth.

Instinctively, Yu'er took a sip vigorously. The sweet aroma in the mouth made Yu'er unable to stop at all, and drank up a carton of milk in a few sips.

No, Fu Xinci took the straw away, and the little guy's mouth didn't stop.

But Fu Xinci didn't dare to feed him anymore, fearing that if he drank too much at one time, the little guy's stomach wouldn't be able to adapt.

After Yu'er finished drinking, she motioned to her grandfather to drink quickly, and then followed the same pattern, taking out a box of milk and feeding it to Qi He more carefully.

Qi He moved much faster than Yu'er, a carton of milk was drained in one breath, Fu Xinci took the straw away from his mouth, and he was still smashing his mouth.

As if in a dream, Meng Qingping watched his granddaughter feed the two boys nimbly, then took out a box of milk and drank it with relish.

Only then did he move the milk to his mouth a little stiffly, imitating his granddaughter, and took a small sip.

As soon as the milk was in his mouth, his eyes suddenly became far-reaching, and his thoughts instantly returned to decades ago, when his aunt was alive, he also drank milk every day.

At that time, he was still young and his aunt was weak, so he didn't go anywhere, sticking to his aunt all day like a piece of rice cake, talking to her like a chatterbox.

The aunt listened to his ramblings tirelessly, and fondled his face and hair with loving eyes.

It's just that such a rare happy time didn't last long.After his aunt left, no one felt pity for him anymore.

Except for an old servant left by his aunt to serve him in his daily life, the other servants followed his aunt and brother's thoughts and neglected him more and more, even withholding his share and feeding him the worst food.

He endured all these until he could walk out of Meng Guogong's mansion openly.

Meng Qingping was reluctant to swallow the milk in his mouth, although the milk was not as sweet as when his aunt was around, it reminded him of her.

He hadn't seen his aunt for many years, and after leaving the capital, he never went back to see his aunt again.

Fu Xinci saw that his grandfather seemed to have pressed the pause button and fell into deep thought without moving, so he took out another pretzel from the space and put it in his grandfather's hand.

"...?"

Meng Qingping turned to look at his granddaughter.

"Grandfather, these biscuits are salty. You can eat one to save you from heartburn." Grandfather's appetite is not good, and Fu Xinci's excuse is very reasonable.

Touching the soft sourdough biscuits in his hand, Meng Qingping was in a trance again for a moment.

"Grandfather, eat quickly. After eating, we will sleep for a while so that we will have the strength to walk tomorrow."

"Okay, grandfather eats." Looking at the sensible granddaughter who makes people feel distressed, Meng Qingping came out of those vague thoughts, picked up the sesame seed cakes and ate them.

The sourdough biscuits made of white flour, with a fluffy and salty taste, made Meng Qingping's out-of-focus eyes suddenly brighten.

On this difficult road of exile, it is better than anything else to be able to eat food with salt.

Especially when he is old and has a bad stomach and intestines. When he was at home, his wife and daughter-in-law would make him easy-to-digest foods for three meals a day, such as steamed buns, steamed buns, and millet porridge.

But on this journey of exile, apart from his granddaughter, who would care about his body.

Thinking of the soft millet porridge and steaming steamed buns cooked by his old wife, Meng Qingping felt another dull pain in his heart.

The pain made it hard for him to breathe, and no one in the dark could see his hideous face because of the pain.

After a while, he rubbed his heart vigorously. He couldn't give up, let alone fall down. The two children were still young and needed him to take care of them.

Thinking of the wolves and tigers of the Meng clan, if the two children were not protected by his wings, they would be two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

He couldn't let the two children be enslaved by them, so he forced himself to continue eating the biscuits in his hand.

Under the hazy moonlight, Fu Xinci has been secretly observing her grandfather's every move. Although she can't see his grandfather's face clearly, she can clearly feel the deep sadness emanating from his grandfather.

Needless to say, my grandfather missed my grandmother again.

But she couldn't say words of consolation for a while.One is that she is afraid that she will reveal too much, and the other is that she really can't persuade others, what should I do?
While hesitating, Meng Qingping also noticed that his granddaughter was not asleep, so he gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "Grandfather is full, Ci'er should go to sleep."

"Ah."

Seeing that the grandfather's voice finally regained its calmness, Fu Xinci leaned aside and fell asleep.

She was really tired, even if there was another wolf howl in the distance, she just moved her body but did not wake up.

When Fu Xinci was awakened again, it was dawn already.

"Grandfather, are we getting up late today?"

"No." Meng Qingping explained to his granddaughter: "Jiang Touer said that last night, Yicheng reminded him that there are wolves in this mountain. He advises us not to drive at night, otherwise it will be very dangerous to encounter wolves."

"Oh." Fu Xinci answered absently, without a trace of fear in her eyes.For her, all creatures in the world are less terrifying than those monsters in the last days.

Qi He, who had just opened his eyes, heard Grandpa Meng mentioning the wolves, and immediately approached excitedly and asked, "Grandpa Meng, where are the wolves? Why didn't I see them?"

Hearing the boy's question, Meng Qingping couldn't help laughing: "You little boy, didn't you hear the howling of wolves last night?"

"Howling wolves? Is there howling wolves?" Qi He was so tired yesterday that he lay down and died of sleep. He couldn't hear howling wolves.

"I didn't hear it either." Yu'er woke up and said. "But..." the little guy tapped his mouth, muttering as if aftertaste: "Grandfather, I dreamed of eating delicious food yesterday. No, I made a mistake. It's delicious, delicious."

"I seem to have dreamed about it too. It tastes so sweet that I've never tasted it before. It's very fragrant and sweet." Qi He always felt that he also drank something good in his sleep, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Yes. It's exactly what Brother Qi said." Yu'er found a resonance with Brother Qi, and the conversation started.

(End of this chapter)