"Shit..."

Put the fried rice and bacon in a small pot on the fire, boil it, and then throw the fried rice and bacon in and cook it for a while.

He did a lot of this kind of work in his last life, and now he is very familiar with it. In a short while, he cooked a pot of bacon and came out "baked". Although it didn't look very good on the outside, it smelled full of fragrance.

The desire to go against the mouth of Canghai has been extremely weakened, and these casually cooked foods will not attract his attention at all. However, the two little girls squatting beside him stared at the food in the pot but kept swallowing their saliva, and almost shook their tails.

It is rare for ordinary people to eat bacon once a year. Don’t say that this is a year of famine. Not to mention meat, even the sparse rice porridge is out of reach. Here, it is no exaggeration to exchange a bowl of porridge for a child, but it is very ordinary. Of course, some people regard children as hoarded "grain", and a mere bowl of porridge cannot be exchanged for a child.

Pour the food in the pot into two small bowls that I took away from, pressed the palm of Ni Canghai gently, the cold air conditioning reduced the heat of the food in the bowl, and put it on the ground and said, "Eat."

As soon as my sister reached out and wanted to grab the bowl, she was stopped by her sister. The little girl picked up the bowl and knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Master, you, use it first."

Counting Canghai: "..."

A dirty child was trying hard to learn to be an adult, which was really ridiculous. He waved his hand against Canghai and said coldly: "If you want to eat, eat it quickly."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, looked down at her sister's longing eyes, and finally handed the small bowl to her sister hesitantly.

After being hungry for so long, when I ate such "delicious" food, the two children almost licked the bacon and porridge in the small bowl in a voracious manner, leaving no oil and water stains, which was a little cleaner than the newly bought bowl.

Of course, such a little food is not enough for the two children to eat, but Ni Canghai knew that people who had not eaten enough for a long time could not let them eat as soon as possible, otherwise the stomach and intestines would not be able to accept it. So he also thought that he had not seen the hungry eyes of the two children and said calmly: "After eating, go to bed quickly."

Two little girls were lying obediently beside the bonfire, lying on the ground and closing their eyes.

Now the weather in Jiujiang Prefecture is dry. Even though it is late at night, the weather still seems very hot. But that night, the two little girls slept very soundly, and only my sister occasionally dreamed and shouted words such as "Dad, Mother".

In the early morning of the next morning, before dawn, Ni Canghai woke up the two children and cooked a pot of bacon porridge made last night for them again, and was about to go on the road.

The pot and bowl brought back by the sheep must be carried by my sister. It is a small pot for Ni Canghai. For a weak child, this pot seems a bit too big. He carried the pot on his back, carried the bacon and a bag of fried rice. The sister followed her and helped hold the pot with her hands, stepping on the soil one after another.

When we walked today, the two little girls were obviously much more energetic than yesterday. They could barely keep up with Ni Canghai's slowdown, and would not be as unavailable as yesterday.

But after walking like this for more than an hour, the scorching sun rose again, and the heat that had not yet dissipated gathered again. Every time I walked a few steps, I felt sweat flowing down my forehead.

Ni Canghai looked back a few times, and saw the two little girls gritting their teeth and insisting on not saying a word. They couldn't help but nodding slightly, and didn't say much, preparing to walk for a while to wait for a rest.

only……

Within a few miles of radius covered by divine thoughts, the caravan that he took to him last night had already rushed up along the official road.

In this year, a caravan with about 200 people and 50 horses were already an astonishing number, especially the men sitting on the horses with calluses and strong men, which were obviously not easy to mess with.

However, there was still a carriage with a decorative carriage in the middle of the caravan. When the divine thoughts of the Canghai swept past, they noticed that there were two maids sitting inside, a young and beautiful woman. It seemed that this caravan was not a simple caravan, and was also responsible for the task of escorting.

With the drag of two little girls, Ni Canghai and the other three must not be able to walk through the caravan. Not long after, several studs in front of him rode over on horseback. First, they glanced at Ni Canghai with a hat in surprise, and then looked at the two little girls following Ni Canghai and were struggling to walk behind Ni Canghai. They were a little confused about what a strange combination this was.

However, the first rule for the escorts to travel around the world is not to meddle in other people's business. No matter how strange Ni Canghai and others are, they will not care about others. They just hold the hilt of the knife and are vigilant and prepared to see outsiders.

Horses passed by Nicanghai, and the numerous carriages also carried a lot of goods. Many merchants squatted on the carriage, smearing sweat while looking at Nicanghai and the other three on the roadside in surprise, chatting in a low voice, as if they were also surprised.

Most of the escorts who escorted the caravan were strong men over 25 years old, but one exception was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. He rode on the horse. He first looked at Nicanghai and two ragged little girls in confusion, and then his eyes suddenly moved, staring at the blame on the little girl's back.

"Ah...it's my pot, my bacon..."

The boy suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse, jumped off the horse, rushed to the little girl angrily, and under the horrified gaze of the two little girls, he snatched the black pot with one hand and stared at the words engraved on the handle of the pot. He had no doubt that this was his pot.

"What's wrong, Xiaowen?"

Seeing that the young man suddenly strangled the reins and jumped down, the strong man on the side stopped his horse suspiciously.

"Uncle Wang, these two thieves... were they who stole my pot and meat. Look, there is my name on this pot."

The boy was furious and explained first, then grabbed the little girl's arm and scolded, "Say, why do you two thieves steal my pot and meat?"

"I, I..."

The little girl had never encountered this situation. She was extremely frightened and could not react at all. The younger sister next to her pushed the boy hard: "Let go, my sister..."

As for it?

Isn't it just a pot?
Chapter completed!