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

Chapter 64

I cut some more cabbage, and when it was almost time, I poured in the shredded cabbage and the noodles with shredded pork.

After simmering over low heat, Song Rutang glanced outside and found that it had started snowing again.

The path that the servant had swept earlier was covered with light traces of snow, and the wind came in from all directions, causing the temperature of the entire room to drop instantly.

Song Rutang wrapped her clothes tightly and looked outside, only to see her servants sweeping away the snow again.

"Stop sweeping. The snow won't stop for a while, and sweeping it won't be of much use. Find a place to warm up."

Song Rutang stared at the servant's red and swollen hands, really afraid that his hands would be frozen and useless.

"No, no, if you eat Yang's food, you will have to work harder, otherwise I will really feel sorry for Yang's family."

The servant waved his hands repeatedly, feeling that Song Rutang was scary.

The young lady is nice, but too nice. She always tells him to take a break. What if the Yang family finds out that he is eating free rice?
The Yang Mansion gave him a lot of food, much more than when he fled the famine. He had eaten so much from the Yang Mansion these days, so he had to work more. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, the more he worked, the more he repaid his kindness!
Seeing that he had brainwashed her so much, Song Rutang didn't dare to persuade him any more, for fear that if he persuaded her for a while longer, he would let this man go to the roof to sweep the tiles.

But she didn't think she said something wrong. She really didn't have much use for him now. She just asked him to chop firewood and guard the yard to prevent others from stealing firewood.

It was just that the servant insisted on clearing the snow, but she didn't have to say anything and agreed immediately.

When the pimple soup was almost ready, Song Rutang took it out, poured it into a small earthen pot, and sprinkled some chopped green onion on top to brighten it up.

Instead of going to Yang Mingli, she went to find Yang Pinyan holding the handkerchief and covering the earthen pot.

When he went there, Yang Pinyan was walking in the room. When he saw her coming, he didn't stop and asked calmly:
"Why are Sister Tang here? I'm practicing right now, so I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain Sister Tang well."

"It's okay, you just practice."

Song Rutang looked around, found a bench and sat down, put the earthen jar on the table, and said directly:

"The third uncle was injured, so I made some food for him. I thought that even though I don't have the good ingredients to replenish his body, it would be good to make some food to make him feel better."

Yang Pinyan smelled a scent when she came in. When she told her the reason, she smiled and replied:

"My dad has no appetite. He didn't eat much in the morning. The delicious rice cooked by Sister Tang will definitely make dad happy. But why did Sister Tang come to my place?"

"To be honest, my third uncle and I are not familiar with each other. Now that I am sending food, I am slightly surprised. In fact, I still have something to discuss with my third uncle. I just thought that if I go there rashly, it will be too abrupt, so I first Found you."

Saying this, Yang Pinyan understood.

Sister Tang wants to be a matchmaker for her.

I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, so I agreed on the spot:

"Sister Tang, don't worry, this matter will be taken care of by me."

"That's good. I feel relieved to have you take care of things. When you are free, I will cook and eat for you. Third uncle is injured and cannot eat many things, so I will make you some delicious food."

"it is good!"

Yang Pinyan agreed wholeheartedly, and as soon as Song Rutang left, he immediately put his head next to the earthen pot, secretly opened the lid, picked up the spoon, and took a sip without touching his mouth.

Really fragrant!

Here, Song Rutang heard the sound of a good review and thought that Yang Pinyan had already sent the jar to Yang Mingli, secretly sighing that she was really fast.Now that one thing has been dealt with, there are still other things to be busy with, so I put on thick clothes and went out, going to the perfume shop on the street to find Yang Pinqin.

Her face hasn't been taken care of yet. As winter approaches, the skin on her face has begun to peel slightly. If she doesn't take care of it, it may look like a snake shedding its skin in a few days.

Song Rutang didn't know it yet, as soon as she stepped out of the door, someone sneaked into her bedroom.

Yang Pinrou saw Song Rutang absent-minded after breakfast, so she paid special attention to it. Unexpectedly, Song Rutang entered the bedroom alone, tinkering with something, and didn't go out for a long time.

After a long time, she waited until Song Rutang went to the woodshed, but the door of the woodshed was open, and she did not dare to go in to check, so she had to continue to squat.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity came not long after Song Rutang went out, and she immediately entered the bedroom unprepared.

He looked around and didn't see anything suspicious, but Yang Pinrou was still very confused.

There must be something wrong in his mind, otherwise what would Song Rutang have been doing by locking himself in the bedroom for so long?
After searching again and again, Yang Pinrou put her eyes on the flowerpot on the bedside.

There are red things growing on the green leaves, like peas that have not grown up. It is really strange at this time of year.

Could it be some sorcery?
Yang Pinrou looked at the red thing and swallowed. Thinking of the red fruits she had eaten before, she always felt that this thing must have the same taste as red fruits.

She hadn't eaten any fruit for a long time, and she was very greedy, but she knew in her heart that if she asked Song Rutang for it, Song Rutang would definitely not give it to her.

He made up his mind immediately and reached out his hand to pull down the red and sharp thing.

It smells a bit strange, not sweet, and a bit pungent.

Yang Pinrou was very confused. She tried it a few times, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and took a bite.

There was a spicy taste in her mouth, and Yang Pinrou felt a tingling sensation on her tongue, and tears welled up in her eyes.

What the hell is this?Could it be that Song Rutang deliberately made this thing to mess with her?

Yang Pinrou didn't want to believe that she had fallen into Song Rutang's trap, so she threw the things out of the window and went back to the bedroom in anger.

Whoever wants to take this bad guy for granted, she quits anyway!
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The snow was still falling, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. They were all here and there, with their hands clasped and their heads lowered, rushing forward quickly.

There were still a few people sitting by the wall at the corner of the street, motionless, with a layer of snow already covering their bodies.

As for whether he froze to death or fainted, Song Rutang didn't dare to think about it. He averted his eyes and looked straight ahead, all the way to the powder shop that Yang Pinqin managed.

There weren't many people inside, just a few scattered people. Yang Pinqin had already evacuated all the waiters, and he was guarding the front by himself, holding the hand stove and falling asleep.

Seeing someone coming, Yang Pinqin was agitated at first, but after seeing clearly that it was Song Rutang, he relaxed.

But then his heart tightened again, and he pulled Song Rutang and kept asking:

"Why are you here? What happened at home?"

"Don't worry, everything is fine at home."

Song Rutang saw her nervousness and knew that Yang Pinqin would get it wrong and directly turn against the guest. He helped Yang Pinqin sit down on the chair and said with a smile:
"I'm here as a guest, Boss Yang."

(End of this chapter)