Song Moting hurriedly nodded.
"Alright, boss, as long as you provide als, we’ll do whatever you want. We haven’t had a proper al for days, we’ve been eating rabbit at for so long, now just seeing at makes us want to vomit."
He was just a simple country guy.
The leader waved his hand.
"Okay, okay, look at your sll, don’t co so close to . Old Wang, co here! I’m giving you three n, let them stick with you. Watch them closely, give them enough food, but they have to work."
Silently, an old man erged from the corner.
Dressed in rags from head to toe.
If you didn’t know, you’d think it was a pile of clothes, barely revealing there’s a person inside.
"Let’s go, you three follow ."
The old man called quietly and turned to leave.
Song Moting pulled Zhang Baocheng and Jiang Xiaoxiao and hurriedly followed behind the old man, entering a small room in the back.
Once inside the room, they found against the wall was a big kang bed, next to it was a stove.
It looked more like a kitchen.
The old man’s bedding seed to be against the wall.
The room was relatively warm, probably because of cooking.
The stove was cluttered with various things.
Cabbages, potatoes, radishes, and even various at chunks.
Not to ntion oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.
Though the room was dim and dirty, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
At least they weren’t with those people.
Song Moting glanced at the old man, who looked white-haired and dressed in tatters.
Completely unremarkable.
If not with these people, on the street, he’d look more like a beggar.
The old man lit the stove and pointed at Song Moting.
"Co over quickly and light the fire. Who can chop vegetables? Go and deal with those vegetables! We’ll be eating soon."
Jiang Xiaoxiao replied, "I can!"
Trying hard to make her voice deep and rough.
The situation was unclear; she absolutely could not reveal that she was a woman, otherwise, it would be a big problem.
Zhang Baocheng silently followed behind Jiang Xiaoxiao. The two of them chopped the cabbages and potatoes, washed them clean, and then directly put them into the big pot. In the pot, there were potatoes stewing with cabbage, with so noodles, and ready at.
The old man’s thod was basically boiling, Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at this technique, and her eyes twitched.
But at least these things were cooked for food.
However, Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn’t comnd the taste from the bottom of her heart.
Then, the old man placed a stear tray on the big pot, on which were big white stead buns.
It could be seen that a bag in the corner was filled with big white stead buns, and the other two bags likely contained grains.
Jiang Xiaoxiao, while placing the stead buns out, carefully observed.
These people seed to have been here for a few days, probably treating this place as a base for poaching.
It was unlucky that they ran into them.
With the ferocity of these people, who would take execution as a joke?
No one would entrust their life to them.
aning, they still had utility value for now, but once that’s gone, these people might kill them to silence them.
What kind of luck is this, tumbling down the mountain was bad enough, but now they directly landed in the hands of a gang of villains.
You poach wherever, why stay on their path?
Such luck is unmatched; she knew she was unlucky, but she didn’t expect even her legs were.
While silently observing, suddenly, a big hand touched her face, rubbing it with a wet towel.
Jiang Xiaoxiao jerked her head around, eting the sharp eyes of the old man.
Hurriedly lowered her head, hiding her face in the rabbit fur scarf.
Hunched her shoulders and avoided.
This face mustn’t be exposed; once wiped clean, anyone could see she was a woman.
Song Moting quickly cut in, "Grandpa, aren’t the buns enough?"
The old man, with a aningful look at Jiang Xiaoxiao, eyes gleaming, turned to look at the full stear tray of buns.
Nodded, then covered the pot with the lid.
The old man pointed at the kang table.
"Move the kang table aside; that side of the kang, you sleep over there. Eat first. Rest tonight; tomorrow morning, you get up to work."
Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly went to work, not wanting anyone to notice anything amiss.
Taking the opportunity to wipe so dust from the stove to her face.
Then ssed up her hair a bit.
Song Moting observed the old man.
The old man didn’t pay further attention to Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Only then did he relax.
They waited until the aroma wafted from the pot.
The old man directly uncovered the pot lid, found a big basin, and loaded it with the buns, instructing Song Moting to take them over, then told Zhang Baocheng to grab another big basin, to scoop out the pot’s contents, leaving only a bit of vegetables in the pot.
Seed to be at most one bowl.
Left four buns, seemingly for their al.
Zhang Baocheng looked bitterly at Jiang Xiaoxiao, really unwilling to serve the dishes to those people, just seeing them made him tremble.
But in this room, only Jiang Xiaoxiao was left, couldn’t let this young educated girl serve.
If found out she was female, she’d be in trouble sooner or later.
After all, he was still a person.
Zhang Baocheng braced himself and walked with the basin.
Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at the old man, now only the two of them left in the kitchen, the atmosphere seed a bit awkward.
"Honestly, take a bowl to scoop out the food and eat. I’m telling you, don’t think about escaping, the surroundings of this wooden house are set with traps by them, one wrong move, it could be fatal, ordinary people can’t get out."
The old man coldly threw a few words, then turned and walked out.
Jiang Xiaoxiao then noticed he seed to walk with a limp, one leg was crippled.
From her years of experience, this cripple must not be a long-standing injury, was probably recent.
Could it be...?
Jiang Xiaoxiao shuddered.
If this old man was also captured by these people, it ans they can forget about escaping.
Song Moting hurried back.
These people only acknowledge him; delivering buns in, he was held for a long chat, all while anxiously fearing the old man would discover his wife’s identity.
Acting now is unrealistic; for the three of them to escape without harm, him alone is wishful thinking.
The current situation only allows for trickery.
Of course, the premise is his wife remains undiscovered.
Song Moting nervously drifted through a few phrases with these people, quickly found an excuse, and rushed back.
Upon entering the room, seeing only Jiang Xiaoxiao.
No old man in sight.
Finally, he quietly asked Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Where’d he go? Are you alright?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao approached him,
"I’m fine. That old man didn’t do anything to , but the words he threw made a little worried, he said the house is surrounded with traps set by them, if people unfamiliar with the terrain, can’t get out.
Plus, I noticed the old man’s crippled leg just now. Isn’t a long-standing injury, aning recently injured. I suspect the old man was also captured by them."
Song Moting pondered; if so, then things get really bad.
He was planning to get information from the old man, if he was captured too.
Then they need to figure their way out.
Things seed to beco complicated.
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