the morning, her body was a little tired, and leaning against a big tree, she just fell asleep like that.She was awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of footsteps on branches. She suddenly..."When I was young, I didn't take good care of my body and worked too hard. Now, I have a lot of health problems."

Actually, Chu Xiaogun didn't really care about these things, after all, he knew his own body very well.

It's normal for adults to have rheumatism when it's windy and rainy outside.

Ginger turned her head to look at Pan Hongyan on the side, "I have some medicinal herbs over there. Making some ointment for the adults to apply will help ease their condition."

"Very well, Song."

Pan Hongyan smiled with a strained face, while Chu Lao beside him looked worried.

"I wonder how long this wind and rain will last."

Jiang Wan knew that Old Chu, who worried about the country and the people, was concerned about the people of Da Feng.

"I hope it stops soon."

Ginger also didn't want to face those people who would lose their humanity because of lack of food. Under such extreme circumstances, she didn't want to test human nature.

"Hope so!"

Master Chu sighed and waved his hand. Ginger Wan, understanding the situation, tactfully left his room.

When she came out, she met Pan Hongyan, who was holding a lunchbox in his hand.

"Song lady, it's just out of the pot, take some to eat."

He made a complete 180-degree turn in his attitude towards Ginger. As long as she could truly alleviate Lao Chu's pain, Pan Hongyan would treat her as his savior.

Thank you!

When Jiang Wan returned to the large communal room, everyone in the house was eyeing her lunch box hungrily.

"It's from Old Chu, perfect for dinner."

Jiang Wan didn't lower her voice, she just let them know that someone was watching over them, so as to prevent anyone who didn't know the rules from causing trouble.

"Thanks to my sister-in-law's heart pills."

Song Jiuli smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. She now resembled a little sycophant, and Jiang Wan chuckled before opening the food box.

On top were a few simple dishes: braised pork, blanched vegetables, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

And below that, there was a big bowl of rice, fragrant and delicious, making everyone in the house drool.

What pleased Jiang Wan the most was that without her saying a word, the Song family rarely acted out of line. She divided the rice and dishes carefully.

I also left some for Chen Wenhao, "Wenhao, eat quickly."

There were many pieces of meat in the bowl. Every time she gave something to Chen Wenhao, he would secretly give some to Mrs. Chen.

For the sake of her child, Mrs. Chen could only offer tearful thanks each time. This time was no different.

Chen Ce, a big man, was even more grateful, his eyes red with emotion.

"Mom, I want to eat meat too!!!"

Song Yang was drooling, staring hungrily at Jiang Wan, scaring Song Sanniao who quickly hugged him into her arms.

"Brother Yang, let's eat steamed buns."

In the morning, Song Sanniao's steamed buns were too hard to eat. Song Yang ate them while crying.

"I want to eat meat, woohoo..."

"Brothers and sisters, Yangge'er is so hungry, and that nasty Ginger has taken the food away from him and given it to other children."

Song Erniang's eyes were full of resentment, wanting to sow discord between Song Sanniang, but Song Sanniang remained unmoved.

"There's nothing I can do, she won't listen to me. Everyone wants their family to have enough to eat."

Although she hated Jiang Wan, she knew she couldn't defeat her right now, so she endured it.

You're such a coward.

Song Erniang glared angrily at Song Laoer, who was still muttering softly. He seemed to have grown even thinner.

Even though Song Erniang scolded him, he just hummed and continued to lie down.

Unfortunately, they were used to the ginger being poisoned and felt nothing. After she finished her meal, she made some poultices using herbs.

When returning the food container, I also gave these medicated plasters to Pan Hongyan. "Who knows how long this heavy rain will last These can be used by adults first."

Ginger secretly peeked into the money bag. There were a few gold coins and a silver note worth one hundred taels inside. These external medicines could be given to him as a gift.

On the way back to Datongpu, Jiang Wan heard someone complaining.

“How could Master Wen only send us steamed buns, I’m starving to death.”

"Yes, why don't we ask Wen Gongzi's servants"

"I think he's just putting on a show. These wealthy people love to make a name for themselves."

Don't wait, it definitely won't be sent to us again.

“...”

Ginger…

I had long suspected that one who receives a grain of rice will repay with a bucket of hate, so besides the Chen family, she never helped anyone else.

When she entered the dormitory, there were complaints everywhere. Song Jiuri rolled her eyes.

"These people are really taking things too far."

"Do you sympathize with that person surnamed Wen"

Song Jiuchí glanced at her quietly, Song Jiulì shook her head and said: "That's not it, I just think these people are too much."

"Helping others is a matter of affection, not helping is a matter of principle. It's a pity that most people don't realize this."

Ginger was telling the truth. That's also why she never intended to help others in the first place.

All are exiles and have no right to eat too well, otherwise that one would know and punish them.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. The rain wouldn't stop, falling incessantly as if someone were pouring water from the sky.

"Get some rest now, you won't get to sleep this well again."

Jiang Wan yawned, reminding everyone, but everyone was worried and troubled.

This night, besides Gingerwan, everyone else didn't sleep well. When Gingerwan woke up early, she could still see Song Jiuli with two big dark circles under her eyes.

Did you go rob a place last night

Ginger felt she hadn't been this haggard even when she had emptied the Sixth Prince's Mansion.

"I'm afraid someone will steal our stuff."

Song Jiu Li pointed at the backpack and wooden tub, "Inside are our wild boar meat and dried rations. Now everyone has nothing to eat."

One might even worry that someone will covet their things.

Then watch carefully, I'll go outside and see what's happening.

After Ginger went to the back kitchen to get some hot water to wash up, she noticed that there wasn't much left in the kitchen.

Even Mo Ruoyu and even people like Pan Hongyan can only eat simple food.

Ren Bang and the others could only drink thin congee, and when they saw ginger, Ren Bang subconsciously wanted to ask for her opinion.

"Song Niangzi, if we set off, is there any chance the rain will stop"

Outside, the wind had died down, but the rain was coming down hard. No one dared to go out in it.

"Big Brother Ren, it's not that I want to shirk my responsibilities, but the situation is special right now. If we force ourselves to travel, I'm afraid few people will be able to hold on."

Ginger said the truth, don't say these exiled people who are naturally pampered and delicate will become powerful bows.

At that time, even these officials would probably be unbearable. Ren Bang was silent for a moment, "But our food is running low."

"I think it's best to stick with the plan before. We'll have our own people go out and find food."

Ginger proposed a suggestion, and Ren Bang couldn't think of a better way, so he could only nod.

>It seems like that's the only way.

"Ren Ge, this is the herbal medicine I harvested earlier. Please have the kitchen staff boil it into a medicinal soup. With this constant rain, we need to prevent getting sick."

Ginger was also thinking of herself. The inn wasn't that big. If she caught the flu, she wouldn't be able to get away.

"Okay."

Ren Bang nodded in agreement and eagerly asked for the method of making ginger paste. He then handed the herbs over to his subordinates.

While Jiang Wan was just returning to Datongpu, with a thud, someone suddenly knelt down in front of her, startling her.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Song the Third Daughter.

"Ginger, please, please save young Yang. He has a fever!" wonder if she's drunk or lost her mind.""Alright, since we're selling to Young Master Wen anyway, at least we get a share. If it ends up in their hands, all we can do is smell the scent of its succes...