Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 23 After all, his surname is Meng
The crying in the wind and rain has not stopped, I don't know why Jiang Touer didn't stop it.

Seeing that Jiangtouer hadn't spoken, the officials were surprisingly consistent, and sat down in a place that didn't leak, like watching a play, and occasionally whispered about each other.

Qi He was dumbfounded when he saw the members of the Meng clan who were crying and howling with their mouths open. After staring blankly for a long while, he spoke to Grandpa Meng with a mysterious expression: "Grandpa Meng, who made them all cry?" gone?"

Qi He was very curious, he couldn't figure it out, why are these people surnamed Meng crying?No matter adults or children cry together, especially those elders, the crying is terrible, like dead parents.

He still remembers such a situation, the master in the town taught them a word, that is: like mourning and concubine.

Hearing Qi He's inquiry, Meng Qingping's smile concealed embarrassment, he shook his head, expressing with a guilty conscience that he didn't know either.

In fact, he didn't know, he was just embarrassed to tell Qi He, after all, his surname was also Meng.

"..."

In Qi He's perception, Grandpa Meng is the most knowledgeable elder, even more knowledgeable than the masters in the town.

Along the way, as long as they stopped to rest, Grandpa Meng would tell them the allusions in the Three Character Classic.Things that he thought were boring in school before were different when he said them out of Grandpa Meng's mouth. He listened with great interest every time.

"Sigh." Qi He also imitated how grown-ups encountered difficulties and sighed, he didn't even know things that Grandpa Meng didn't know.

Meng Qingping: ....

The heavy rain was still pouring, and the cold wind blew in along the dilapidated walls around, Yu'er shivered involuntarily.

"Is Yu'er cold?" Yu'er leaned against his grandfather, and even a tiny tremor of his small body could be felt by Meng Qingping.

"Grandfather, Yu'er is cold." Yu'er looked at his grandfather with a little aggrieved eyes.

Hearing that the little grandson said it was cold, Meng Qingping stretched out his hands lovingly to put Yu'er into his arms, and then whispered to him in a gentle and cheerful voice: "Be good, Yu'er, it's not even noon yet, we picked it up." We don’t have much firewood and it won’t last long, so we have to save it for the night. Otherwise, the nights in the mountains are very cold, especially when the wind and rain are blowing, it will be even colder.”

"Well, Yu'er knows." Yu'er responded sensiblely, but shrank her small body into her grandfather's arms.

Fu Xinci listened to the conversation between his grandfather and Yu'er, and then glanced at Ke'er who was shrinking into a ball, feeling a little depressed again.

She has a lot of warm clothes in her space, but she can't take them out for her grandfather and Yu'er, she is heartbroken.

On the other side, Jiang Touer felt that it was almost done, so he said to the Meng clan who was still moving in the heavy rain: "Okay, all of you should have cried enough, clean up and come over to cook noodles It’s muddy. And dry all the clothes on your body, so as not to catch a cold, and it’s not easy to catch a cold.”

Jiang Touer also figured it out now, and from now on, he would feed these prisoners corn batter every day.

This is easy to eat, saves food, and tastes better than Wotou.

The members of the Meng clan, who were tired from crying in the heavy rain, knew how to go down the slope after hearing Jiangtouer's words, and they walked in obediently without any objection.

It was just that the wet clothes were uncomfortable to stick to their bodies, and at the same time they realized that water was dripping in many places on the roof of the ruined temple.

There was another rush, and it was already an hour later when the smell of batter wafted from the dilapidated mountain temple.

Qi He was the first to bear the brunt and came back with a bowl of batter. The Meng brothers and sisters have already gotten used to the way Qi He and the officials compete for food.

It was the first time for Luo'er and Ke'er to truly feel Qi He's ability, and those adoring eyes followed Qi He's figure like a cluster of small flames.

Especially when each of them got half a bowl of batter, the gratitude in their eyes almost overwhelmed Qi He.You must know that they could eat something before today, and it was their mother who worked so hard to snatch it.

Especially Luo Er has such a selfish father who doesn't care about their mother and son at all.

Ke'er's father is very kind to their mother and daughter, but he can't stand the grandparents who are eccentric.Dividing food every day, her grandmother had to reduce and reduce the food of the three of them.It is the kindness of my grandmother that there is a bite in Ke'er's bowl.

So it is conceivable that the two children held the wooden bowls in their hands and looked in the same direction, reluctant to speak. They were thinking about their mother in their hearts.

Qi He already had experience, looked at the expressions of the two children, and before Grandpa Meng could speak, he told them again what Grandpa Meng had reminded the Meng family siblings.Then he looked at Grandpa Meng as if asking for credit, as if to say: I'm right.

"Boy Qi is right, you two eat the batter quickly, otherwise someone will rush over to grab your batter if you don't keep it all together." Meng Qingping was afraid that the two children would be slow and be targeted by some unscrupulous relatives .Then he added: "It's safest to eat in your own stomach."

... Fu Xinci only discovered today that her grandfather still has a sense of humor.

The words of Brother Qi and the second cousin's grandfather were too true, Luo'er and Ke'er picked up the wooden bowls and ate without hesitation.

Regardless of Ke'er's young age, she is not slow to eat. When a seven or eight-year-old boy came to look for her, Ke'er's wooden bowl was already empty.

The half-child snorted resentfully, turned around and went back without saying anything.

Ke'er looked at the second cousin's grandfather and brother Qi gratefully and smiled. Fortunately, she was obedient, otherwise her cousin would have snatched away her batter.

Fu Xinci wasn't in the mood to watch the Meng clan gobble it up. She only ate half a bowl of batter as a symbol, and gave the remaining half bowl to her grandfather.

She didn't see how many members of the Meng clan looked at the wooden bowl she handed out, with plundering lights in their eyes.

"Ci'er needs to eat more." Meng Qingping didn't say whether the batter was too hungry or not, as he glanced at the officer not far away.

"Grandfather, I'm full, you eat." Although there is a lot of food in Fu Xinci's space, but the number of their small team is constantly growing. She wants to secretly give food to her grandfather, and the difficulty has increased a lot.

Well, she has to think about it.

Although Meng Qingping knew in his heart that his granddaughter would not be hungry now, he still didn't want his granddaughter to bother the god who would be thousands of years later.

After all, the thoughts of the gods are beyond the control of mere mortals, and he doesn't want his granddaughter to be backlashed.

Fu Xinci pretended not to see his grandfather's resistance, and stuffed half a bowl of batter into his grandfather's hand, then turned around, looked out of the temple gate with his arms around his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)