Chapter 57

Chapter 57

The goose feather snow was all over the sky, and the snow on the ground was as thick as the ankles.

The horse could no longer walk. Zhang San got out of the car and led the horse forward step by step, leaving footprints in the thick snow.

Mu Wanqing was very anxious, she had never encountered such a situation before.

There is no direction to turn around, and it will not work like this.

She leaned on the window and looked around, "Brother Zhang, see if there is any shelter, even a big tree."

Zhang San is wearing thick winter clothes, with two thick coats outside, one from Mu Ziang.

Even so, the cold air still burrows into his bones.

He laboriously opened his eyes, looked left and right, but couldn't see a few meters away at all. "No, nothing."

There is only a vast expanse of white.

The three of them took turns to look for it, and after a long time, mu Ziang suddenly called out, "Is that a towering tree?"

Mu Wanqing followed her line of sight, and immediately became happy, "Yes, yes, hurry up."

Zhang San pulled the carriage and walked over, about three meters away, and something tripped him under his feet.

"Ah." Zhang San fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up because of the thick clothes.

mu Zi'ang jumped out of the carriage without thinking, helped third brother Zhang, "be careful."

Brother Zhang grabbed his hand and got up, looking back to see what had caught him just now.

"Ah, ah, there are dead people."

Mu Ziang was startled, turned his head to look, a person was buried in the snow, only half of his head was exposed, if he didn't look carefully, he would not have found it.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know who was buried in a foreign land. His family might be waiting for him to return home with anticipation.

He sighed lightly, and since he met him, he buried the person well, and made a mark, maybe one day he will meet his family.

Who knows, he found something wrong as soon as he started, and there was a hint of heat in his breath.

"There's still air, there's heat, and it's still alive."

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing jumped out of the carriage, "Second brother, third brother Zhang, be careful when you load people into the carriage."

Since it happened, it was fate, and it was natural to save it if it could be saved.

After the people got into the car, Mu Ziang and Zhang Sange worked together to remove the man's wet clothes. Mu Wanqing took out the men's black rabbit fur cloak from the couch, "Wrap him."

This old rabbit fur cloak was sold to her by the innkeeper. She was a treasure at that time, but she got a better cloak later, and she did not give the old cloak away.

This is where it comes in handy.

"Second brother, Naxue slowly rubs his body."

What Mu Wanqing said, Mu Ziang did it without asking why.

Mu Wanqing used all the methods she could think of. Whether this person could be saved or not depended on his life.

"Brother Zhang, you tie the reins to the tree, and tie them tightly. The tarpaulin covering the horse's back is full of snow, and there is also a thick layer of snow on the top of the carriage. Clear it all up."

This will fix the position.

Mu Wanqing also stepped forward to help, but she was small and could not stand firm in the snowstorm, which frightened Zhang San, "Miss, hurry up and get in the car."

She's good at everything, and her brain is smart, but she's not worth the force.

Mu Wanqing also felt that she was doing a disservice. She climbed into the car and kept an eye on the third brother Zhang, and could call if there was any danger.

Zhang San is a dull person, but he does things neatly and gets things done in a short while.

Mu Wanqing opened the curtain, "Brother Zhang, come up too."

Zhang San felt a little uncomfortable. This was Mu Wanqing's private carriage, and most people were not allowed to enter.

However, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and he has nowhere to avoid it.

"Drink it." Mu Wanqing handed over the ginger tea and poured a cup for the second brother to dispel the cold.

mu Zi'ang drank the ginger tea, "can this person drink it?"

This ginger tea is a good thing. It is also filled with medicinal materials. usually drink a few cups when have nothing to do. The clan members have not fallen ill, and even the fragile children are safe and sound.

Mu Wanqing was a little undecided. It was the first time she encountered such a thing, "I'll give it to him when he wakes up."

She looked at the frozen person. It was a teenager, about the same age as her elder brother, but the left side of the face was slashed, and the scars were full of scars. It looked a little scary.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Ziang found that the body temperature of the boy in the cloak had picked up, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Did this save his life?

"Sister, when will he wake up?"

"I don't know." Mu Wanqing could only say, obeying God's will, "Everyone's situation is different."

Zhang San looked out the car window from time to time, his expression getting more and more anxious.

"Miss, the snow doesn't stop falling, it's getting dark, what should we do?"

In the face of nature, the power of the individual is small and vulnerable.

Mu Wanqing was also in a hurry. She didn't know what happened to the others, whether they were separated or not. How are their parents now?

However, she is the backbone of everyone. Once she is in a hurry, it will naturally affect others.

She seemed extraordinarily calm, "Just wait quietly for the blizzard to pass, it's really not good, just spend the night in the carriage, don't worry, there is food and drink in the car, and the charcoal fire is enough, as long as you go out from time to time to deal with the snow on the top of the car, you can no problem."

mu Ziang was very disturbed, "will there be beasts?"

Mu Wanqing took out a casserole, filled half a pot of snow and put it in a small mud stove to boil, took out two handfuls of peanuts from a drawer, and roasted them on the side of the small mud stove.

"I asked the doctor to prepare some veterinary medicine, which has been sprinkled around the carriage just now."

"Does it work?"

"Of course." Mu Wanqing's tone was extraordinarily resolute. As for the truth, only she herself knew.

Fortunately, mu Ziang believes in his sister very much. She said it works, so there must be no problem.

In this way, several people sat in the car all night, and their mouths did not stop. For a while, it was steaming porridge, and then they ate roasted peanuts, and then they ate roasted buns.

Mu Wanqing's craftsmanship is recognized as good, no matter what she cooks, it's delicious, Zhang San and Mu Zi raised their eyebrows and smiled.

Chatting casually, eating and drinking, this long night will not be difficult.

It was bright, and mu Ziang stroked his stomach, very full, but still greedy. "If only there was a bowl of oil tea noodles."

My sister's fried noodles is a must, he loves to eat it.

"Yes, you wait." Mu Wanqing accurately took out a cloth bag from the bottom drawer, untied the rope, and inside was camellia noodles. She likes to stock up on food.

Mu Ziang is very happy. My sister's carriage is like a treasure chest. It's nice to have whatever you want.

He took the oil tea noodles, picked up the kettle and washed three bowls, "You haven't finished it yet? Ours is already finished."

Mu Wanqing cooks a lot of fried noodles every time, and distributes them to those who are close to them. When they are hungry, they can eat them with boiling water. It is a must-have when going out.

After a while, an alluring sweet fragrance filled the car.

"Gugu." Whose stomach is growling?

The three of them looked at each other, and then looked at the boy lying on the mat in unison.

The boy's eyes opened slightly, but his face was still as pale as paper.

mu Ziang was so happy, "are you awake? Are you okay? "

The young man looked at them warily, struggled to sit up, and the cloak slipped off. Only then did he realize that there was nothing to wear inside, and he grabbed the cloak in fright. "Who are you?"

"We..." mu Ziang didn't know how to introduce himself, so he looked at his sister subconsciously.

Mu Wanqing said slowly, "You and I meet by chance. After that, we go our separate ways, don't say anything, don't ask anything."

She took a sip of the fragrant oil tea noodles and raised her eyebrows. "Would you like a bowl?"

After all, he is young and full of vitality, and he has recovered.

The teenager stared blankly at the bowl in her hand, fascinated by the rich aroma, "Yes."

Mu Ziang made a bowl for him generously. The boy took a sip and was stunned for a moment. Then he ate quickly. The fragrance of sesame, crushed peanuts and flour blended perfectly, which made people's mouths full of fragrance and delicious. want to cry.

"what is this?"

Mu Ziang showed off proudly, "the oil tea noodles made by my sister herself are delicious."

"Your sister?"

"Ah, I mean..." muziangka said, he almost forgot that this was just a stranger, not a familiar clan.

Mu Wanqing lifted a lid, and the aroma of the food pierced her nose, "Do you want to drink sugar porridge?"

"Yes." The boy's eyes lit up as he ate the sweet but not greasy congee.

I never knew that a bowl of porridge would be so delicious, the sweetness spread from my mouth to my stomach, and my tense emotions gradually relaxed.

Food has always had the power to soothe the heart.

He found that the Mu Wanqing brothers and sisters were not at all interested in his wounded face, and they didn't even ask, and they didn't seem to see it.

Years later, he has always remembered this bowl of sweet porridge, this bowl of oil tea noodles, which is incomparable to any delicacies from mountains and seas.

From this day on, his life was completely different.

This blizzard has been falling for two whole days, and Mu Wanqing is worried when she sees the snow on her knees. How should go?

She bit her freshly baked pancake and sighed softly, "I'm so hard."

The young man glanced at her silently, if he ignored the food in her hand and the cloak wrapped around her body, she would still be a little persuasive.

How can someone keep eating and eating all the time and still be so thin? Most importantly, he has tons and tons of delicious stuff!

"Someone is coming, be careful." Suddenly, his ears moved, he sat up, and subconsciously stretched his hands to his waist, but his movements froze.

Mu Wanqing looked out the car window eagerly, her ears pricked up.

The two of them were sitting on the sledge getting closer and closer, "Miss San, Miss San."

The familiar voice made Mu Wanqing jump up happily, "It's Lord Zeng, I know he's very capable."

She put on her cloak and got out of the carriage, waving to the two of them, "I'm here."

A shocked and collapsed voice came from behind, "Are you... a woman?"

"Yes, my name is Mu Wanqing." Mu Wanqing said with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't see your bare buttocks. I didn't see anything."

The boy's whole body is cracked, and the explanation is to cover up!

He didn't know at this moment that the name Mu Wanqing would become the most important page in his life.

Mr. Zeng rushed to the front, his eyes full of worry, "Miss, I finally found you, but we are worried, are you okay? Are you starving? I have some steamed buns, so you can put them up first."

The steamed buns were hard and cold, but Mu Wanqing did not refuse, "I'll bake them later, how are you all doing? How are my parents? What's the situation now? How's the caravan? Have you been contacted? "

Mr. Zeng's mood has been ups and downs these days, "I stopped when I found something wrong, and when I looked back to find you, I found that you were gone. I couldn't be in a hurry, but I couldn't find anyone in the heavy snow, so please calm everyone down first, you My parents are fine with everyone, they are just worried about you, and... there are more than a dozen carriages missing."

When everyone found out that Mu Wanqing's carriage was missing, it almost became a mess.

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips. At that time, Mr. Zeng was in the front, she was in the middle, and Lieutenant was in the back.

The parents' car was next to Uncle Six.

"Is it the carriages in the middle?"

"Yes, I called to stop as soon as I found out, and organized everyone around." Master Zeng's organizational skills have been exercised, "When the snow stops, I will bring a few people into groups to come to you. , this sledge was made by your father with someone."

The sledge is suitable for driving on snow. Although it is very simple, it is practical.

When Mu Wanqing and her party returned to the camp, they were excited to welcome them out. The first ones were Mu Erye and his wife and Mu Zicheng.

Mu Erye hugged his daughter in one hand and his son in the other, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help himself with excitement, "Qing'er, Zi'ang, it's good for you to come back, it's good to come back."

He shook his body and fainted.

"Father." Mu Wanqing was taken aback, and others rushed over to support him.

A hand stretched out and put it on Mu Erye's pulse, "Frightened and uneasy, overjoyed and sorrowful, seven emotions are not smooth, just sleep."

It was the boy with the wounded face, and he said the diagnosis result expressionlessly.

Not far away, there was a gasp of cold air, he looked at it coldly, and the other party immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at each other.

He snorted coldly.

"What's wrong with my father?" muzi's feet jumped anxiously.

Uncle Mu Liu nodded vigorously, "This little brother is right, your father hasn't slept his eyes for two days, and he's worried if he doesn't eat or drink. I'm relieved to see you guys come back safely, and I'm relieved. Send him to rest first."

Everyone carried Mu Erye back to the carriage to rest, and Mu Er Madam looked back at her children, but she couldn't worry about her husband.

Mu Wanqing waved her hand, "Mother, go watch over Dad, I still have a lot of things to deal with."

She looked at the boy, "Do you still know medical skills?"

"Of course, this is called family origin, and my father is a famous doctor..." The young man's expression suddenly changed, his voice stopped abruptly, and he seemed to think of something terrifying.

Mu Wanqing didn't seem to see it, and smiled slightly, "Where do you want to go? If you are on the way, we will give you a ride. If you don't, I will give you a carriage."

Just save people to the end, he has nothing, and he can't go far in this ghost weather.

The young man looked at her with black eyes, "My surname is Wei, Wei Shaohui."

Mu Wanqing snorted, "Hello."

Naturally, she didn't know that this was the future commander of Wuyiwei, who would dominate the world.

The author says:

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