Ling Qixuan half-gladged her, "You are just a lot of tricks!"

"hey-hey……"

Ling Qixuan shouted, "Go down quickly, don't blow the air here, be careful of having a headache."

"I'm not a confinement woman, how could I get this problem?" Lin Yiran asked in confusion.

Ling Qixuan replied: "It's not just that I fell ill during the confinement period. You fell and your body was weak. Now is the time when the soul is most fragile, so it's better to be careful."

"Okay, I'll listen to the doctor." Lin Yiran stood up from the stone.

"Let's go!"

Lin Yiran asked, "You haven't gone to collect herbs today?"

Ling Qixuan replied: "No, Aunt Tian said that a grain merchant was going to pass by and organized us to rob."

"Now?" Lin Yiran asked in surprise.

"Of course now!" A female voice came from behind them, "But Aunt Tian said that your injury was not healed so you won't let you go!"

Lin Yiran and Ling Qixuan both turned around and looked at the person coming, an acquaintance in the village, Wang Shuiying, the 18-year-old daughter of Uncle Wang's family. She looked at Lin Yiran with a somewhat unswerving look, and her eyes turned to Ling Qixuan, and her expression immediately changed, as if she had instantly changed from a tomboy to a jass of a small family.

Lin Yiran raised her eyebrows and curled her lips. She was really good at changing things. She glanced at Ling Qixuan meaningfully, as if she was saying, Brother, I am so lucky.

Ling Qixuan's face, which had just been stretched, became a regular one, "I'm back!"

Lin Yiran followed Ling Qixuan back to Taiping Village together.

"Brother Xuan - I'll be with you." Wang Shuiying followed them with the girl's shame, lowered her head and glanced at Ling Qixuan secretly.

Lin Yiran made a secret grimace.

Ling Qixuan seemed to feel it, and said with a straightforward look, "Hurry up and go out with everyone."

Lin Yiran said softly, "Oh!", she was actually almost done, but for some reason, she was resistant to robbery. Although the food and drinks she had were all robbed or picked from the mountain, she would seem pretentious to do so, but she...ah...it's okay if she could hide once.

Wang Shuiying quickly followed Ling Qixuan and said, "That's right, don't think about eating for nothing."

Lin Yiran touched her nose and did not reply. She was indeed eating vain.

Seeing Lin Yiran choked by him, Wang Shuiying proudly picked her chin. Seeing Ling Qixuan looking over, she quickly withdrew her posture and smiled at him.

Ling Qixuan took a few steps and surpassed Lin Yiran and Wang Shuiying.

Wang Shuiying found that her brother Xuan ignored him and was so angry that she bulged her mouth. Seeing Lin Yiran walking slowly, she hummed, threw her, and quickly followed Ling Qixuan.

When they returned to the cave, Uncle Zhu had already gathered all his hands, and all the swords, guns, sticks and sticks had been allocated. Just wait for Ling Qixuan and Wang Shuiying.

Lin Yiran leaned at the entrance of the cave and watched the hundreds of people from Taiping Village go down the mountain together. She lowered her head, stretched out her hand to stroke the messy hair on her head, and let out a long breath. She knew the result before these people went down the mountain.

What's the result?

In Taiping Village for more than 20 days, she had seen the strength of the village clearly. The big caravan could not rob, and the small caravan was rarely robbed once. This time the robbery would definitely be injured or someone would die. All the people could be robbed were scattered civilians. If a large group of people could not fight a few scattered civilians, then the bandits would have starved to death here long ago.

Alas... Lin Yiran once again irritated the messy hair on her head. If Uncle Zhu and others were illiterate and not savage farmers, why didn't Ling Qixuan, who was a literate person, organized them to be a decent bandit?

Through observation, Lin Yiran understood that Ling Qixuan was actually a scholar who was indifferent to the world. He had no intention of this, but when Uncle Zhu asked him to rob with him, he did not refuse. She couldn't understand what he was thinking.

Lin Yiran was in a bad mood and sat on the rock in front of the cave and basked in boredom. She pulled the thatched leaves on the edge of the stone and held them in her hand to play with it.

"Lin...Miss Lin...Miss!" A man with one leg was sitting cross-legged in front of the cave next door. He was making a despair. Seeing Lin Yiran restless, he screamed softly.

"Brother Tian, ​​have you weaved the basket?"

"It's still...not..." Tian Erlang, who was in his twenties, blushed when he talked to the girl.

Lin Yiran asked casually: "Didn't you figure it out yet?"

Tian Erlang shook his head, "I seem unhappy when I see the girl!"

"No!" Lin Yiran opened her eyes and told lies.

Tian Erlang asked, "Are you unhappy if you can't go down the mountain with them?"

Lin Yiran stood up from the stone, walked to Tian Er, bent down and picked up the bamboo basket he weaved, and said, "It's very beautiful!"

"Can you catch the fish!" Tian Erlang asked happily when he saw Lin Yiran praise him.

This bamboo basket is a fish bag. Lin Yiran has seen it in the scenic ancient town. There are many streams in the mountain stream. You can also make a fish bag to catch fish and make toothpicks.

"Of course, it's pretty good!"

"Then...why are you unhappy?"

Lin Yiran still didn't reply why he was unhappy, but looked at one of his legs and said, "Brother Tian, ​​you have such a good life!"

Tian Erlang followed Lin Yiran to look at one of his legs, nodded and said, "If it weren't for my mother, I would have died on the battlefield."

"Miss Tian is so great. She actually carried you back from the dead!" Lin Yiran replied with emotion.

"Well, my mother is the most powerful person in the world!"

"You must be filial to your mother."

When Tian Erlang heard this, his head drooped, "My mother hopes that I will marry a woman and give birth to her an older grandson, but..." He looked at his broken legs, poor and disabled, how could he marry a woman? He felt bad all of a sudden, and his hand-woven action became faster, as if he was venting his ineffective fate.

Lin Yiran patted his forehead, why did he say this? It was really a pot that he would pick up without opening. He patted Tian Er's arm, "Everything will be fine!"

Tian Erlang didn't say anything and continued to weave bamboo pockets.

Lin Yiran turned around and left awkwardly. Everything would be fine. He didn't even believe such nonsense.

Lin Yiran shook a few steps and sat on the stone in front of the cave to bask in the sun. The sun was warm, and the fragrance of spring flowers flowed in the air, refreshing, but her belly was shrunk. What can Uncle Zhu and Aunt Tian and others get back?

At the end of March, the dusk in the mountains was still relatively cold. Lin Yiran boiled two large pots of hot water for them to use when they came back. When Uncle Zhu and others came back, it was already evening. As expected, Uncle Zhu and others didn't get anything.

Aunt Tian put the stick listlessly into the hole next to the side, dragged her tired feet to the stone in front of the cave gate, without saying a word.

Lin Yiran turned around and quickly brought her a bowl of hot water, "Auntie, let's quench her thirst first!"

After a while, Aunt Tian reached out to pick up the bowl and drank the water. After Lin Yiran waited for her to finish drinking, she immediately took the bowl and said to the others, "Don't stand, everyone go to scoop the bowl of water to quench their thirst."
Chapter completed!