After dressing as a superb old woman, I am bound to the power system

It's not that Qiao Lan deliberately makes things difficult for this cheap son, but that this cheap son is really too bad.

Her physical fitness is so bad that anyone with a discerning eye can see that she has been exercising, but Duan Mingjing is not good enough.

It's not enough to tell Duan Mingjing just once. Duan Mingjing likes to be lazy, and he is a man of three days fishing and two days drying nets. She has to supervise him all the time.

Seeing Duan Mingjing looking like he was about to fall down at any moment, Qiao Lan couldn't help but said: "If you can't chop it anymore, you can just pick up some firewood on the roadside."

Duan Mingjing held the hatchet and yawned, "I understand, mother!"

We were exhausted, but we still had strength. The place where the two went to chop wood was not far away, in the woods next to them.

There is no light at all tonight, it is too far away to see clearly, but there is some firelight here.

Compared with Duan Mingjing's fatigue, Duan Mingqing was even more tired, but he did not expose his vulnerability easily to outsiders, even his family members.

Duan Mingjing yawned and finished chopping the firewood at will. He estimated that this little firewood should be enough for burning. If it was not enough, he would just come back and chop it again.

Duan Mingjing held the firewood casually, looked at Duan Mingqing beside him, squatted on the ground to collect the branches he had cut, and couldn't help but said: "Third brother, if I am not the elder brother who is talking about you, why do you even hold the firewood?

Sorry?"

Duan Mingjing didn't care about his younger brother, he just felt that he was much better than this younger brother.

Duan Mingqing didn't say a word, groping silently in the dim light, repairing the twisted dead branches, repairing them neatly, and then tied them up.

He thought about what Qiao Lan said before and the weather tonight. If it rained in the past few days, he might not be able to make a fire.

After bringing the firewood back, Duan Mingjing was not idle and made a small fire next to it.

Using ready-made tools at home, they stuffed a bundle of fine firewood under the carriage. When the rain stopped or they found a place where it didn't rain, they could always make a fire.

It was very wet outside at that time, and it was difficult to light the wood even if it was chopped. It was better to store some firewood down there, even though it was not too dry, than to go out and chop wood at that time.

After Duan Mingqing piled firewood on the fire, the Duan family's first pot of rice was almost cooked.

Qiao Lan sat by the pot and looked at the Duan family.

Duan Mingjing was still lying next to him. Duan Mingchen and Uncle Sun were busy taking care of the horses. The younger child was so tired that he ate some fried rice and lay down on the carriage to rest.

Only Duan Yuxing and Duan Sitong were still sitting by the fire, occasionally helping.

"I'll call them to eat!"

The daughters-in-law nodded after hearing this, and Mrs. Wang said, "Mom, it's dark at night, so be careful."

Qiao Lan slowly approached Duan Mingqing and said, "Come here and wash your hands and eat. Don't be busy. Let's do it later."

She just took a few glances, and the third child must have prepared some firewood after hearing her saying it was going to rain.

Duan Mingqing squatted under the carriage and was stunned when he heard these words, but it was dark under the carriage and no one could see his expression clearly.

"I know, mother."

This voice is different from the past. It is not as plain as before, but instead contains some other complex emotions.

But Qiao Lan couldn't hear it and walked straight to the front to call the other Duan family members to eat.

After everyone finished eating the steamed buns, they felt sleepy.

But still can’t rest!

What Qiao Lan meant was that since it was going to rain heavily in the next few days, she had to make some preparations to avoid even having to eat steamed buns.

Although Qiao Lan always asked her daughter-in-law to prepare more food at home, the weather was hot and it was difficult to cook the soup.

What's more, in this wilderness, it would be bad if some small insects crawled into it in the middle of the night.

But the situation is different now. It's going to rain soon, and it won't be easy to start a fire by then.

Everyone was busy until late at night, and finally the dry biscuits were almost baked, and they were put into jars one by one, carefully covered with cloth, and tied with ropes.

This cake is very dry, even if it is freshly baked, it will get stuck in the throat, but it will hold up well.

By the time everyone climbed onto the carriage, they were already exhausted.

Shang held her daughter and coaxed her as usual. Before cooking, Shang fed the child once. It was almost time now. She wanted to feed her again so that she would be less noisy at night.

No matter how well-behaved the little girl is, she will always moan a few words when she is hungry, and cry after a short delay.

Children sleep soundly and are not easily woken up. Both Wang and Liu have children, so they naturally understand Shang's difficulties.

The two of them are mainly responsible for cooking every day, while Shang goes to the river to wash and change diapers, taking some time out from the busy schedule to take care of her daughter.

However, the little girl was a bit difficult to coax today. After feeding, she was still moaning and refused to sleep.

Mrs. Shang held her daughter in her arms, rocked her gently, and patted her back gently.

"Brothers and sisters, is the child not eating enough?" Mrs. Wang turned over and asked, otherwise the child would not keep humming.

Hearing this, Mrs. Shang felt a little guilty, "My milk supply is low."

The little daughter is getting older day by day and eats much more than before. In the past, she had a wet nurse to take care of her and help with breastfeeding, but Shang really didn't feed her a few times.

The Duan family was having a hard time, and the nanny left, so she started to nurse the child.

Coupled with the stress of these days and the lack of food and drink during the escape, the children were directly affected.

"There is still rice at home, why don't you make some rice soup for Siyu? Mom has a small casserole over there, so it's better to cook it less," said Wang.

Children at this age can start to eat complementary foods.

Mrs. Shang hugged the child and gave a soft hum.

"Brothers and sisters, don't worry. Yu Niang still has a bag of charcoal over there, which can always make rice soup for the children." Mrs. Wang comforted her.

Mrs. Shang held her daughter in her arms and coaxed her, then fed her some water and coaxed her to sleep until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

At night, everyone was sleeping hazily, and suddenly they heard a thunder outside.

Huge lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire land. The light was fleeting, both magnificent and terrifying.

Someone opened his eyes dimly and looked at the dark roof of the carriage, and then fell asleep again.

Before dawn, the Duan family was awakened by a burst of noise, which was mixed with the patter of rain.

Qiao Lan opened her eyelids and turned over when she heard the noise outside.

She reached out to touch the car curtain and found that it was already half wet.

Fortunately, it was only wet and not dripping.

Qiao Lan sat up, twisted the cloth on the car window, and squeezed out a few drops of water.

The raindrops outside flew into the carriage with the wind. The slightly cold wind made Qiao Lan sober up.

She listened for a while and finally understood the quarrel outside.

Most likely, some people were sleeping in the carriage, while others were sleeping outside the carriage, and they started to quarrel indignantly due to the rain.

Qiao Lan moved the baggage pressed in front of the car curtain, lifted up the soaked car curtain and looked outside the car.

Raindrops are falling down like threads!