Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 394
But Xu Jiacan habitually teased him: "If I didn't look at the big black horse so pitifully, I really want you to stay on the horse for a while longer."

After hearing Xu Jiacan's words, Fat Duner hurriedly acted pitifully and begged for mercy. "Brother, please, you are my own brother, please get my brother down quickly."

The captain also quickly winked at Xu Jiacan, "Fatty's body is too hard to be a big black horse."

While the two were talking, they helped Fat Duner off the horse, and the big black horse "咴咴咴" raised its hooves several times, as if to say: I can finally rest.

Fu Xinci couldn't bear to see the situation of the big black horse, and hurriedly took out the big wooden basin in the space, and led the stream water in the space into the big wooden basin, and gave it to the horses to drink.

"Hey." The stream water is cool, and the horses are very useful.

After Fu Xinci calmed down the horses, she washed her hands and sat next to the friends.Then they took out a clean tablecloth and laid it out, and then took out the food.

Seeing the big steaming steamed buns, Pang Duner's regret in the morning disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The captain took a big mouthful of egg soup first, then picked up the emerald green coriander leaves that fell on the mouth of the bowl and threw it aside.

Xiao Ai stared at the captain's big hand with wide eyes, and exclaimed: "Captain, I just found out today that you don't eat coriander?"

The captain didn't speak, and only gave her a strange look.

"I'll go. The captain also has something to eat. It's rare." Fat Duner was still chewing on the buns, and his words were a little vague.

"There are so many words, I can't stop my mouth after eating." The captain picked up a big bun and stuffed it directly on Fat Dun'er's mouth.

Looking at the big white and fat meat buns, stuffed softly between his lips and teeth, Chubby muttered a sentence: "Only delicious food can't let you down."

"Hehe, fat pier, I absolutely agree with your point of view this time."

"That's right." Fat Duner was arrogant, and still staring at Fu Xinci said: "Xinci, is there any watermelon left?"

"We have to hurry, so don't eat watermelon." The captain glanced at Fat Duner after finishing speaking.

Fatty immediately lost his voice.

The friends continued to sit in the shade of the tree, eating their lunch beautifully, but the captain looked at the rather desolate official road hidden by greenery, and reminded everyone: "Someone is coming, and he is still in chains."

"In chains?"

The friends didn't realize what was going on, but Fu Xinci understood.

"It should have been exiled."

"Oh my God!"

The little friends immediately remembered what Xinci had told them, that Xinci also came to Liaodong with the exile team.

The little friends didn't speak, and after waiting for about a cup of tea, there was an angry curse from the other side of the official road, "Give me a leg up, let's rest in front after walking a few steps."

However, Fu Xinci felt that this voice was somewhat familiar to her. As the sound of chains mopping the floor got closer, a figure of an official who looked like a half-black tower also came into Fu Xinci's sight.

Fu Xinci immediately remembered who this person was, "Uncle Zhuzi."

The black-faced man was raising his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his face indiscriminately, when he heard a shout from the front: "Uncle Zhuzi."

"My mother, who is calling me in this barren mountain?"

"Uncle Zhuzi, it's me."

Hearing the reputation, the black-faced man looked over, and saw a pretty girl standing under the big tree by the road ahead, looking at them with a slight smile.

"Who is the girl?" The black-faced man didn't remember who this girl was for a moment.

Behind him was a strong official in his early twenties, but he ran over quickly.He pointed at Fu Xinci showing a mouthful of big white teeth, laughed loudly and said, "You are Xinci, where is that kid Qi He?"

Looking at the smiling face of the young officer, Fu Xinci called out generously: "Brother Nianzi."

"Eh."

The officer who was escorting behind him suddenly remembered who the girl in front was when he heard Nianzi mention Qi He.

A little old man with gray hair and a rather sturdy body trotted over from behind shaking a broken cattail fan.

Fu Xinci recognized it immediately, "Grandpa Jiang."

"Hey, Yassie Fu has grown into a big girl. Where's that brat?" Jiang Tou'er said as he waved his hands to let his officers drive the prisoners to rest in the shadow of a tree.

The prisoners were exhausted for a long time, and when they heard that the officials finally showed kindness to let them rest, they all collapsed on the side of the road, almost shedding noodles-wide tears.

With friends as cover, Fu Xinci took out a stack of pancakes and a jar of mushroom sauce from the space, and gave them to Jiang Touer and the others.

The black-faced man ran over first, took the stack of flatbread and mushroom sauce, sat in the shade of a nearby tree, and called his brothers to eat.

Jiang Touer looked at the young girl who had grown up in a flash, and said, "Thank you Fu girl." Then he asked the second master Meng. "Fu girl, your grandfather is in good health now."

"Thank you Grandpa Jiang for your concern. My grandfather is still in good health. The place we live in is called Mengjia Town. If Grandpa Jiang and a few uncles pass by, you can go and sit down."

"Mengjia Town?" Jiang Tou'er muttered, before thinking about it, "Fu girl, then Mengjia Town could not be built by Meng Erge and others."

Fu Xinci didn't say yes, but said vaguely, "When we first arrived there, we couldn't get along with the villagers of Wujia Village. Uncle Qi made the Meng clan a separate village."

"Second Brother Meng is a good man and a rare good official. In just a few years, he built a town on that desolate Yingzui Cliff. If Fu Yatou hadn't said it, who would have believed it."

The white flour flatbread served by the official sentry was delicious with mushroom sauce. Among the exiled prisoners, everyone stared at the flatbread in the official's hand and swallowed their saliva.

There was only a four or five-year-old boy who kept looking at Fu Xinci with big dark eyes.

Such eyes reminded Fu Xinci of Yu'er on the road to exile, and unconsciously waved to him.

The boy glanced at the young woman beside him, and after getting permission, he tremblingly walked towards Fu Xinci.

Fu Xinci didn't say much, picked up the water bag and handed it to the boy.The boy took the water bag, took a sip carefully, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Fu Xinci signaled to him that he could drink again, and he drank it in small sips.

When he was full, Fu Xinci handed him another white flour flatbread with mushroom sauce.

The boy swallowed, and then timidly discussed with Fu Xinci: "Sister, can I give half of this pancake to my mother? My mother is sick and hungry."

Looking at the young woman with a sick face, Fu Xinci guessed that she was probably hungry, so she nodded.

(End of this chapter)