The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia glanced at the old and weak women and children in the crowd, many of whom she had never seen or met.

She frowned, looked at Daoba and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"After we descended from Putuo Mountain, we went all the way to the south, and we originally settled on Funiu Mountain outside the town.

But isn't it too cold, I just want to find a village to spend this winter. "Daoba answered honestly.

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows and said that Mr. Mei Xianggong was the smartest.

"Then why are you arresting them? Are you going to kill them?"

Daoba scratched his head: "We don't have much to eat, so we have to grab some."

Shen Yijia supported her forehead. Now these people probably don't have much to eat at home.

"We can divide some things out, as long as you let us go." Song Tiegen is worthy of being the village chief, and he said the key to solving the problem as soon as he exited.

Shen Yijia raised her chin: "Do you think it's feasible?"

"Okay. But this ancestral hall is for us to live in." Shen Yijia spoke up, it was impossible for Daoba to get all the rations of the villagers, so he might as well take a step back.

Anyway, these people can't go out to report to the officials even if the road is closed outside.

Besides, even if someone like them is not afraid of death, he is not afraid to go out over the mountain, who will take care of this now, and they will leave once the snowstorm is over.

Now that both parties agreed, the rest of Shen Yijia left alone and took people home.

Shen Yijia was reluctant to take off her cloak and give it to An Xiu'er, so she finally took off the big scarf around the dumpling's body and gave it to her.

After all, she was also afraid of the cold. An Xiuer only had a crack in her collar, so once she was around her neck, it would not be cold.

They watched An Xiuer go home, but neither of them went in.

As soon as they returned to the yard where they lived, they saw a dark figure curled up at the door of their house. When they saw them, they rushed over immediately: "My father, are they all right?"

"Who said that? I didn't promise you to save people." Shen Yijia really didn't save them.

Fu Bao immediately burst into tears.

"Do you want to go home now or go back tomorrow?" Song Jingchen asked.

It's so late, it's time for the little girl to rest, she really doesn't want her to waste any more time for these irrelevant people.

"Is it alright now?" Fu Bao's eyes lit up, and he looked carefully at his cousin.

For some reason, compared to the evil spirit Shen Yijia passed down by the villagers, he felt that this cousin was more terrifying.

Song Jingchen didn't answer him, and called Tuanzi directly: "Duanzi, send him back."

Dumpling: Why is it me again?

In the end, Dango did not escape the fate of going from a dog to a cat and now to a horse that pulls people.

Fubao sat on the sled, Shen Yijia tied a rope to it, and Tuanzi bit the rope and was about to drag the person away.

Fu Bao suddenly came back and said, "I know who made the little cousin fall into the water."

Who is Shen Yijia's little cousin who is still stroking Fubao, Song Jingchen's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Who is it?"

"It's my uncle. I saw him throw stones and hit her in the leg, so she fell."

It turned out that Song Maolin went out alone that day before he was fully healed. Fubao thought he was out to steal food, so he secretly followed behind him.

As a result, they followed to the end of the village, and met the three brothers who were just about to go out.

After saying that, Fu Bao ran back and sat down.

Song Jingchen didn't speak again until people came out of the courtyard.

"Xiang Gong, do you want to?" Shen Yijia now regrets not killing Song Maolin that day.

Song Jingchen shook his head: "Go back to rest first, maybe you don't have to wait for us to take action, that person will find his own way."