There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 21 Eat as much as you want
"I want!"

"Give it to me!"

Everyone ate heartily. When they heard that there was still pimple soup, they all came over with bowls to ask for more.

Song Rutang wiped the sweat from his head, picked up a small bowl of pimple soup that he had prepared in advance, took a sip, and touched his belly sheepishly:

"I'm hungry too, so I drank a little."

When Paihuazi saw that she was drinking happily, she finally felt relieved and urged her with a bowl in hand:

"Serve it for us quickly!"

"Hey!"

Song Rutang responded cheerfully and hurriedly took out the remaining pimple soup in the pot and gave everyone a spoonful.

When everyone saw that the pot had reached the bottom, they really couldn't hold much more, so they all happily took it back to the table and drank heavily.

"Grandma, why are these dough balls so soft? They melt as soon as they enter your mouth!"

"This soup is so damn delicious, so fresh and smells like lard!"

"Are you crazy about eating lard? Where can you get lard these days? Only the wealthy households still have a lot of it."

"Don't tell me. Isn't this little girl's family rich? If we take the opportunity to blackmail them, wouldn't we be able to eat as much lard as we want?"

A group of people spoke without hesitation and started talking in front of Song Rutang.Song Rutang was not angry after hearing this and added more firewood to the fire.

Paihuazi drank a large bowl of pimple soup in several sips, and his stomach became warm.

He touched his belly and smashed it into his mouth. The fragrance of the soup still lingered in his mouth for a long time.

Fragrant, so fragrant. I remember when he sold a car full of children and went to a restaurant for a big meal. Now it seems that it can't compare to this steaming bowl of pimple soup.

There was a vague pain in his stomach. He just thought it was because he had eaten too much and was full. He held his stomach and let out the breath and came to stand in front of Song Rutang. He stared at her with a pair of eagle eyes:

"Tell me, if I really go find your family, how much can they give? Or, how much money do you think you are worth?"

Song Rutang raised her head and looked at him. Even if her hair was pulled up, she didn't care at all. She smiled and said a number:

"three."

"Three taels? It's too cheap. It seems that your family members don't pay much attention to you."

"two."

The head Paihuazi frowned, and the pain in his stomach became more and more serious. He let go and looked back at his brothers, only to see that they were all covering their stomachs.

The urging voice behind him sounded again:
"one."

Paihuazi fell to the ground with a sound, and a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth fell to the ground along his cheek, leaving a thick blood stain.

Song Rutang looked at the large group of people lying on the ground in front of him, clapped his hands, took out a piece of wood that was still burning, and threw it on the head.

For a moment, the flames burned the flesh and made a sizzling sound, which reminded Song Rutang of the barbecue he had eaten in modern times.

Unfortunately, resources are scarce here, so if you want to eat barbecue, you may have to wait a little longer.

Song Rutang held up the hem of her skirt and walked out over the corpses without looking back at her masterpiece.

A group of big men outside have already rushed over.

Zhuang Mang glanced behind Song Rutang and his legs went weak. Unexpectedly, this little lady was still a tough guy, so he lowered his head to report to her.

"My benefactor, the Yang family thought you had passed away and had continued eastward after resting. We didn't believe it. We followed the trail here to find you. What are your plans for the future?" Song Rutang thought for a while, if he flew alone...

After thinking about it, she gave up. Although it was troublesome to follow others, she didn't need to find food by herself, so she immediately made a decision:
"Let's follow. Do we still have enough food?"

Zhuang Mang scratched his head and looked back. He saw that each brother was holding something in his hand, except for the food. A little embarrassment appeared on his face:
"I came in a hurry and didn't bring much food."

Song Rutang looked back, walked to a place on the ground and stepped on it.

When she was tied up, the group of people guarded her and did not let her see where the food was hidden, but she also guessed the general location of the food based on the whereabouts of those people.

After exploring with her feet, she finally stepped on a loose spot. Song Rutang pointed it out, and immediately several big men came over with shovels to help her hoe the soil.

After a while, a corner of the bag was exposed in the soil. The big men hoeed more vigorously, and after a while they hoeed out several small bags of rice noodles.

"The benefactor is really amazing. It's like God is helping the benefactor. If the benefactor is short of food, God will send food to him!"

"It belongs to us now. Don't talk nonsense when you go out."

Song Rutang looked at the amount of food, then looked back at the number of people in his team, and estimated that they should be able to eat for a day or two.

It would be good if we could get to Anping County in the next two days. If not, we would have to think of other ways.

Just as he was talking, someone smelled the breath hidden under the flames in the room:
"What smells so good? These bastards even made food?"

"Poison, the kind that can reach the sky in one step."

Song Rutang explained, taking the opportunity to browse the mall while everyone was attracted by the smell.

There is food, a bag with [-] points, seasonings and soup bases, and even modern milk tea and ice cream recipes. As long as you have points, you can buy everything.

So Song Rutang stared at the recipe with [-] points and fell into deep thought.

Before he could think about it for long, his thoughts were disrupted by the mule that caught up later.

The mule rubbed Song Rutang's face affectionately and gestured behind him in a show-off manner.

The quilts, clothes, pots and pans were all there, as well as a few small bags of grain for the mules, but no one had brought any grain.

The mule was still very proud, holding his head high, waiting for Song Rutang's praise.

Song Rutang was helpless and funny, so he simply took some bean sprouts from the grain bag and fed it to the mule, and then called a group of big men who were ready to move over the corpse:

"We should go."

The big men touched their heads, looked back reluctantly, and were patted one by one by Zhuang Mang:
"Don't look at it. These people were killed by our benefactors. We took what they had on them. What if we take what they had on them and those souls follow us and get entangled with our benefactor?"

"Master, when did you start believing this?"

"Whatever, don't cause any trouble to your benefactor, just go back!"

"Don't be superstitious."

Song Rutang cleared her throat, interrupted a group of people's thoughts, and waved them back.

"If you don't take it, take it for nothing. Take away all the money they have, and take the knife as well."

Good guy, my benefactor is more powerful than them, and he is a bandit.

Zhuang Mang sighed secretly, and he happily led his brothers to pick up the burned corpses, which turned out to be inhumane, and they did find some money.

The autumn wind blew away the last sparks burning on the corpse. Song Rutang tucked the wind-blown hair behind her ears and asked:
"Where are we now?"

(End of this chapter)