Jiang Xinyan didn't notice the difference in the man at all and kept talking.
"Mom is so smart. She got into the sedan chair of my wretched third uncle before, which made me so worried! It's good for her, she got to sit in the sedan chair for a long time for nothing, haha..."
Chu Lixuan patted her back lovingly, "Stop laughing and get angry, let's have a sip of porridge."
The couple drank the porridge happily, looking at each other and smiling from time to time.
When Jin Niang saw that her youngest son didn't want her porridge, she felt unhappy.
However, she is a woman who has been strong for most of her life, and she will not explain it.
The exile team just moved forward uneventfully for ten days.
Two meals a day, a full meal at noon and a half-full meal at night.
During these ten days, Song Qiannan starved to death, and Wuxojie's four concubines also died.
None of the concubines of the wretched third uncle are left.
The wretched third uncle spent these ten days in despair and panic.
Whenever one of his concubines died, he would be frightened because the next time, he would have less food to eat.
Chu Lixuan did not stop him from snatching food from his concubines, which made him despair again and again.
His little wife can say that there is no most despair in the world, only more despair.
Officials also starved to death or had their heads cut off by Jin Yiwei. There were more than fifty in total.
Some of the prisoners were older and could not stand the sun exposure, and more than ten of them died from exhaustion.
There are also dozens of scheming prisoners, and the team of hundreds of people is now only more than 230 people.
Among them, there were nearly a hundred official officers, and there were almost no casualties after that.
Among these people, the most shocked person was Zhao Yu.
No one but him knew that there was never enough food in that carriage.
At the end of the day, all the meat buns or steamed buns are eaten, leaving an empty steamer basket.
When I looked at it the next morning, I saw that the buns were full of meat and still steaming warm.
There was never enough water in the truck. He stared at it for several nights, and it was clear that by nightfall there would be no water left.
The next morning, the wooden bucket and the big iron pot were full of water.
The leader of the official mission always said to him with admiration: "Master Zhao, why are you so early in the morning! You have worked too hard. Wake us up tomorrow to fetch water together."
"It's too far, and you don't have Qinggong. You can't do it. "Zhao Yu could only prevaricate.
He himself also wanted to see where the water source was!
Zhao Yu was puzzled no matter how hard he understood it, but he knew that his master did all this.
It was indeed Chu Lixuan who did it, but the water he gave was not the spiritual spring water in the space.
Their space has a teleportation function. When his little wife is asleep, he will recite silently and go to a place with water.
Then, he appeared next to the water source and used his noble hands to lift the bucket in the cart! Pot!
Fill all the water in the income space, then return to the original place and put it into the truck.
Therefore, it is useless for Zhao Yu to stare at him every day, it is only a momentary thing.
Even Jiang Xinyan thought it was the spiritual spring water in space!
She was still wondering why there was no change when these people drank spiritual spring water every day!
Chu Lixuan would always tell her dotingly that people who may not be destined to drink it would just drink it as ordinary water.
This explanation is a bit far-fetched, but Jiang Xinyan can only believe it.
This is indeed the case, they have no effect at all after drinking it.
The people fleeing the famine along the road were all in rags, with unkempt hair and faces, and their skin was yellow and thin from hunger.
Chu Lixuan still said the same thing, giving them a bucket of water and telling them to meet in Lanni Town, Youzhou.