Chapter 7

Wu Dongming didn't say anything, just stuffed an oiled paper bag.

Mu Wanqing was stunned, what happened?

She looked down and saw that there were six white buns, white and chubby, exuding an alluring fragrance, and wowotou was completely incomparable to this.

She was stunned, what happened?

She counted again, no more, no less, exactly six.

Is it... Shun? Six or six Dashun? Can the Mu family survive this time? Don't worry about beheading?

She looked up, and Wu Dongming's eyes flashed with a smile, she was really a smart little girl.

He is still personal, and by the way has a good relationship.

Anyway, it's a little effort, no harm, no one can fault it.

When he left with Mu Zhongde, everyone couldn't wait to gather around, "What is it? Ah, white bread."

The saliva is down, want to eat, want to eat like crazy.

Mu Wanqing waved away the stinking crowd, what to squeeze?

I know you are all craving white bread!

However, have you forgotten that these days the second room has been left out in the cold?

Since she tore her face off with old Mrs. Mu, the Mu family regarded her as a thorn in the flesh. If it weren't for the fact that fights were not allowed in the prison, they would probably have to tear her apart.

Mu Wanqing wasn't affected at all. It was a trick played by three-year-olds, but they were so serious.

"How do I know? Go and ask Master Wu."

Who dares to ask? No one dares to seek death.

The old lady Mu questioned maliciously, "How can you not know? It's not because you didn't learn well at a young age and deliberately hooked..."

Falling from the cloud to the bottom of the valley, the gap is too large, and the mentality is extremely unbalanced.

She hated Mu Wanqing.

Where did the elders say this? Mrs. Mu was so angry that she cried.

Mu Wanqing's eyes turned cold, "I advise you not to talk nonsense. Offending me is small, but Master Wu has a bad reputation. How will he deal with the Mu family? You don't want to live anymore, your children and grandchildren haven't lived enough."

She asked with a cool smile, "Third uncle, what do you think?"

Come on, let's make it together.

Third Master Mu jumped up like he was being pricked by a needle, and shouted in rage, "Mother, don't talk nonsense."

The other descendants were also anxious, "Grandma, please shut up."

"Wu Yiwei's grown-up is something we can talk about? Grandma, are you old and confused?"

They are already miserable enough, and if they offend Wuyiwei again, they will let no one live?

Old Mrs. Mu was used to being held up. She was a high-ranking ancestor at home. Everyone had to follow her to coax her. But now, if there is today or tomorrow, she is pulled to be beheaded every minute. Who is in the mood to coax her?

Her chest hurts with anger.

Mu Wanqing took out a piece of white bread and gave it to Second Lady Mu, "Mother, eat it."

Mrs. Mu's mouth was watering, and she couldn't wait to bring it to her lips. She suddenly stopped and looked at the family opposite, "Your father and brothers haven't eaten yet."

Second Master Mu was also very greedy. He hadn't eaten well for several days, but he labored to look away, "No, you can eat by yourself. My sons and I are both men, and we can handle it."

The wife and daughter are frail and frail, so eat more.

The two older brothers shook their heads in spite of hunger.

Before Mu Wanqing said anything, a gloomy voice sounded, "Our Mu family is a scholar from generation to generation, and we have backbone. We don't eat what we have come to eat, and return it quickly."

It was Mrs. Mu, posing as a lesson from the elders.

In fact, Mu Wanqing was not allowed to stand out more than her daughter.

Obviously, Mu Wanqing just gave her daughter a medicine.

Even if it is a transaction, the money and money are paid, and it is not so frivolous.

Mu Wanqing took a big bite of the white bread, which was fluffy and soft.

She was particularly surprised, "Ah, it's actually a meat bun, with a thin skin and a lot of stuffing, and the meat stuffing is tender and juicy. It's delicious."

After hearing this, Mrs. Mu took a bite completely uncontrollably. Oh my god, it's really a meat bun, ah, ah, so happy.

After eating pig food for a few days, a meat bun is supremely delicious.

The mother and daughter devoured the food, the food was really greedy, and everyone else was crying, and their minds were just around the corner.

Mu Wanqing ate very slowly and tasted it carefully.

She saw through their thoughts at a glance, "Don't try to rob, everything that happens here will be reported, and then..."

She didn't finish her words, leaving enough room for reverie.

The jailer on one side has long thought about it, and Master Wu only looks at this little girl differently. Naturally, there is a reason.

He didn't dare to ask too much, it's always right to take more care.

"Whoever breaks the rules will be dragged out and beaten. It doesn't matter if they are killed or maimed."

How dare you make a fool of yourself when you hear this? Just dare to stare at the drool.

"Sister Wanqing, my little girl hasn't eaten much. I can't hold it any longer. Please do me a favor and give the child a bite."

This is the daughter-in-law of the Sixth Aunt's family, Mrs. Jiang, holding a sick little girl in her arms.

The child's throat is delicate, unable to eat too rough food, so hungry that he has no strength to cry.

Mu Wanqing pondered for a while, then divided a meat bun in half, giving half to her and the other half to the little niece in the big room, who is only three years old this year.

She is not right with the big house, but she has no problem with young children.

The two little girls ate the meat buns in large mouthfuls, a book full of satisfaction and happiness.

Others looked greedy and wanted to grab it but didn't dare. Third Master Mu was very dissatisfied, "Why give it to them? They are all useless girl movies, they should be eaten by the men in the family, and the men are the ones who continue the incense."

He was spoiled, he was a playboy when he was young, and now he is married

give birth

, or a domineering temperament.

Mu Wanqing didn't lift her head, and said lightly, "Because I'm also a girl, it's okay for girls to help girls."

Crowd: ... that makes sense, but there is no way to refute it.

Mrs. Mu San looked at the pair of daughters pitifully looking at the meat buns, her saliva was drooling, and her heart stinged, "Three girls, respecting the old and the young is a virtue, we are a family, you should give it to the most family member first. Elderly old lady, and then distribute it to the frail child..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Wanqing interrupted, "Wrong."

"what?"

"The second room is a family that loves each other." This was Mu Wanqing's definition of family. There was only a small family, not a big family.

She pointed to the mean-faced old lady Mu, "You, relying on your status, suppressed our second room everywhere, trapped us in the mansion, and didn't allow us to go out, for fear that we would emerge out of no mercy."

She pointed to the third master Mu again, "how about you, disrespecting the concubine brother, you don't have the existence of brother and sister-in-law in your eyes, it's injustice."

He held it for his brother's family, desperately trying to make a profit.

"As for the uncle of the head of the family, he only knows how to protect his own interests and is an official fan. He knows that the second room has been wronged, but he pretends not to know, he is not good enough, and he is not a qualified head and brother. This is also the decline of the Mu family. The main responsible person is inhumane."

She pointed to Mrs. Mu again, "As the eldest aunt who is the mistress of the house, she is deliberately harsh on the supply of the second room. It is unvirtuous to pick thorns in the eggs and the intestines of chickens."

There are as many people as Anfu respected, and there is no one who plans and draws. The people who are in charge are those who are interested in interests. They have no long-term plans. The people below compete for power and profit, and only care about their own interests. Note (1)

Generation is worse than generation.

The popularity she pointed out was not good, and her face was distorted.

But what? Can't beat her, can only stare hard.

Stare, who is afraid of who.

She shook her head and sighed, "Mu Family, it's rotten from top to bottom, everyone is extravagant, and it's no wonder that they don't lose."

She scolded her hard and felt relieved, "Master, please give this oil paper bag to my father."

There are three meat buns in it, exactly one per person.

The jailer was very polite to her, and it was naturally helpful to do so.

This is exactly his attitude, and the rest of the Mu family dare not step forward to grab it.

Second Master Mu gave the buns to his two sons without hesitation, while Third Master Mu on one side blushed.

"Good second brother, divide me into one. My limbs are weak and my heart beats fast. I'm going to starve and fall ill. We are good brothers of direct relatives. You don't want to see me fall."

His face is thick enough.

Mu Zifeng, the eldest son of the big room, swallowed his saliva. He was already getting angry with hunger, and there was only one thought in his mind, to have a good meal.

"Second uncle, give me one. I am the eldest grandson of the Mu family, and I am more honorable than anyone else."

Among the juniors, he was the oldest, already married, and gave birth to a son and a daughter. The daughter was the little girl who Mu Wanqing gave half a bun.

But now, they are actually fighting for food, and they don't have the dignity of the grandson of the eldest house.

Second Master Mu hesitated. He was brainwashed since he was a child, and he was educated to sacrifice himself for the family.

Mu Wanqing was not used to these people, "Hey, it's too easy for my brothers, I didn't dare to argue with others since I was a child, and I would be scolded for eating more pieces of meat, so the second room had to build a small kitchen for cooking, but The ingredients and clothing I got were the worst, I made the clothes myself, and if the furniture was broken, I had to repair it myself, obviously he was a child of the Mu family, and his life was not as good as that of the common people."

For this small kitchen, the second room has suffered a lot of grievances.

"The grandson of the family is different. I eat delicious food from mountains and seas every day, and I get tired of eating meat. I throw it to the dog and not to my cousins. The style of this sect's son is admirable.

Hearing this, mu Ziang grabbed the bun and took a bite. It was really fragrant.

"Father, big brother, eat quickly."

People don't give him meat, he doesn't give them meat buns, there's nothing wrong with him.

Mu Er's father and son also ate under enormous pressure.

Third Master Mu was shocked and angry, how dare they treat him like this?

All good things should belong to him, so why should the second room fight with him?

A concubine born to a maid, bah.

He was so angry that he jumped up and rushed towards Mu Er Ye without thinking. The unsuspecting Mu Er Ye fell to the ground, and the buns in his hands flew out.

Everyone rushed to grab it, the scene was quite chaotic, and Second Master Mu was trampled several times.

In the dark prison, the dark side of human nature is infinitely magnified. Show your ugliest side.

What kind of generosity, what kind of comity, what kind of virtuousness, who are you pretending to show at this time?

They only have one purpose, to live well, even if they step on the bones of others.

Qian Shi couldn't help but panic, Mu Wanqing frowned and shouted loudly, "Master Cha, my third uncle is going to rebel."

A stick was swung over, and Third Master Mu was caught off guard, and he was screaming in pain.

"I'm not, I'm not, stop fighting."

The stick flew to the others again, and wherever it went, they knelt down and begged for mercy.

Brother Mu Zi'ang quickly stepped forward to help his father. Second Master Mu's clothes were all torn, his hair was scattered, and his eyes were full of annoyance, "I just tasted my meat buns."

The steamed buns have been robbed by several people and entered into their stomachs.

Everything that happens here will be reported. Wu Dongming couldn't help laughing after listening to the jailer's report.

There is a scheming and a means, a benevolent heart, and a clear distinction between right and wrong, not bad.

"From now on, give her six meat buns for each meal."

"Yes." The jailer didn't understand, "Just for the buns?"

"Enough." Wu Dongming's words were meaningful.

The next meal, Mu Wanqing ate the fragrant meat buns again, biting them down, her mouth full of meat fillings, and she was about to cry with satisfaction.

"Why is she the only one who has it and we don't? It's not fair."

"Dissatisfied? Tell me to be fair?" The jailer sneered and swung over with a stick.

Mu Wanqing also didn't eat alone, each of the two rooms was divided into one, and the extra one belonged to her.

She usually only eats one, and then eats some pig food to fill her stomach, and the remaining one will be distributed to others according to the situation.

Either a well-behaved cub, or a sickly girl, or to please her.

Do not suffer from widowhood but suffer from unevenness, and do not suffer from poverty but suffer from anxiety.

Relying on this meat bun, the jailer in charge helped her again, and she stunned the water, breaking the situation of this group of people crowding them out.

At first, they were not at the same heart, and for a meat bun to show off their magical powers, they played the palace scheming.

It doesn't matter to Mu Wanqing, but her parents and brothers are people with clan concept and cannot be independent from the outside world.

She never gets involved, just sits on the sidelines, and when she's happy, she'll give a little to those who perform well.

Unhappy, take care of them.

Soon, the verdict came down, and the whole clan was exiled for 3,000 li and sent to the northwest Liangcheng to join the army.

The border is bitter and cold, the yellow sand is flying, it is a wild land, and the environment is particularly poor.

Moreover, many people could not reach their destination and died of illness on the way to exile.

A few passed out on the spot, and some were crying.

Instead, Mu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. It's alright, she's a craftsman!

Seeing Mrs Qian crying silently, she persuaded softly, "Mother, don't be afraid, there is me."

Mrs. Mu looked at her delicate and weak daughter, and wanted to cry even more.

Can the family reach Liangcheng safely? She has absolutely no confidence.

However, Mu Wanqing was high-spirited and full of anticipation.

It is endless fun to struggle with the sky; it is endless fun to struggle with the earth; it is endless fun to struggle with people. Note (2)

The author says:

Note (1) There are as many people as Anfu respected, but there is no one who plans and draws. This sentence comes from "

Red House

Dream"

Note (2) The joy of fighting with the sky is endless; the joy of fighting with the earth is endless; the joy of fighting with people is endless. From Mao/Grandpa's 1917 "Struggle and Self-Encouragement", the version that has been circulating all the time is to fight against the sky and the earth, fight against people, and it feels completely different without a word of struggle. I prefer this version of struggle.