Chapter 34: It felt like a lump in my throat, nauseating

probably wouldn't agree to it."Mother, both your husband and father are like this. We can't afford to gamble. This is something you can't buy with silver."Shen Qian is now penniless. Thinking about i...Your hair is messy.

Song Jiubian casually replied without a trace of abnormality.

Ginger also didn't say much, eating the food in front of her thoughtfully. She felt that being able to eat openly and honestly was better than anything else.

Compared to them, everyone in Lao Song's family had greedy eyes right now, but none of them dared to make a move.

Actually, besides them, the people around were also feeling hungry. At this moment, they didn't even dare to look at ginger candy, afraid that they would lose control and do something out of line.

Ginger walked towards Mrs. Chen's embrace, where the child was looking at her with envious eyes. She gently rubbed the child's head.

What's your name

"Chen Wenhao."

Chen Wenhao tilted his little head back, looking at Ginger with admiration. The way she had saved people earlier was already etched into the child's mind.

In Chen Wenhao's eyes, Jiang Wan was the most amazing person in the world, even more amazing than his parents.

"Wenhao, here you go."

Ginger handed Chen Wenhao a small piece of chicken, which she had torn off herself, very cleanly.

Chen Wenhao was very well-behaved, looking questioningly at his parents with his eyes. Mrs. Chen hurriedly shook her head.

"Miss Song, please don't do that."

Such precious things can't be bought with silver.

"Have a bite."

Ginger offered the meat to Chen Wenhao's mouth. Chen Wenhao drooled with hunger, but without his parents' permission, he still just stood there with wide eyes, clueless.

"Have a bite."

Chen Ce gently patted the child's head and said to Jiang Wan, "Thank you very much!"

He was a man of action. His gratitude wasn't just words, but actions. That night everyone spent the night in the ruined temple.

Chen Ce, in order to show his gratitude to Ginger Wan, busied himself helping her with everything. Ginger Wan noticed that he had exchanged ambiguous glances with Song Jiubian.

It seems she did the right thing, successfully bringing these two people together without arousing their suspicion.

It was getting late. There was a well beside the ruined temple, probably used by monks in the past, and perhaps still used by villagers.

So this well is very clean, and everyone here draws water to cook and wash.

Song Jiuli quickly occupied the best position, skillfully putting down their luggage. Song Jichi also put Song Jiuyuan down.

Unlike before, their family is now especially united and cooperative, which warmed the hearts of all the old Song family members.

But they were powerless at this time, after all, each of them was tortured beyond recognition.

Today, no one in Lao Song's family had eaten their fill. Shen Qian's eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Wan and the others.

Ginger is a cruel person, and her heart is hard to win over. It seems that the only way to get to her might be through Song Jiuli, but she has obviously offended Song Jiuli already.

Shen Qian's stomach growled, and she wasn't the only one. Every member of Lao Song's family was equally hungry. They had just emptied their stomachs, leaving them feeling as pale as clay.

It seemed to have seen through their awkwardness, Ginger mischievously got some fruit for everyone to eat.

"Mother, I picked these wild fruits on the way here. They taste good. Have them after dinner to help with digestion."

In the past, after meals, the master and servants of the Wangfu would have snacks and fruits. Ginger candied fruit made Song Big Miss's eyes turn red.

"Wanwan, you're so thoughtful. Mother isn't hungry, you eat."

We all eat.

When Jiang Wan distributed the fruit, when it reached Song Jiu Yuan's turn, facing the other's complicated gaze, Jiang Wan retracted her hand as quickly as lightning.

She felt that Song Jiubian's eyes were a little weird, wasn't she imagining things

Ginger felt the urge to run away, but then she remembered that in the original book, the main villain was destined to meet the female lead. She still wanted to meet the female lead of this book.

In his mind, Song Jiuyuan softly spoke, "Thank you!"

His knobby fingertips clutched the fruit in his hand, his eyes deep under the firelight.

Don't be so polite.

Ginger awkwardly got up, found an excuse to go for a walk, and when she came back, she vaguely heard a very small voice.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I... I will satisfy you."

The sound seemed strangely familiar. Jiang Wan originally wanted to see what they were up to, but then she heard some indecent noises.

Oh my goodness, Ginger never expected things to turn out like this. Her ears were burning red, and she hurried towards the dilapidated temple with quick steps.

Upon arriving at the dilapidated temple, I noticed that Lao Song's family was missing a person. It was Duan Yiniang.

For stuttering, the Lao Song family is really disgusting.

Ginger's whole body was covered in goosebumps, and she felt a lump in her throat. It was sickening, but she couldn't say anything because it was Duan's stepmother's own choice.

As expected, soon Ginger discovered that Madam Duan and one of the officials returned together.

After returning, Duan's wife took out some dried food from her bosom and distributed it to the Lao Song family. Looking at the expressions of the Lao Song family members, she probably knew what they were thinking about these things.

But not a single person cared about Duan Yiniang's feelings, not even Shen Qian. As women, these people's actions made her heart turn cold.

"Where did Aunt Duan get the dry rations from"

Song Jiuli muttered softly, in fact, Ginger Wan heard it, but she didn't know how to say what she had seen.

Song Daniu patted Song Jiu's shoulder, "Mind your own business and don't overthink other people's affairs."

I was just curious.

Song Jiuli pouted, she didn't mean anything by it, just found it strange how such a delicate woman like Aunt Duan could find so much food.

She also wants to share the burden for her family and would like to find some food...

"Song Jiuli!"

Song Daniu, annoyed, tugged at Song Jiuli's ear. "You have to rest properly."

"I understand, Mother," Song Jiuli muttered as she lay down to rest. However, Jiang Wan had some difficulty falling asleep.

The weather was sweltering, and after dinner the fire had died down. Now the dilapidated temple was pitch black, filled only with the sound of everyone's breathing.

Ginger was having some trouble falling asleep. As she looked up, her eyes met Song Jiubian's bright gaze. They weren't too far apart, so Ginger simply sat up quietly.

"You...but are you comfortable"

Ginger thought that Song Jiu's lack of sleep was due to some unspoken troubles. When Ginger asked him this, Song Jiu became extremely embarrassed and awkwardly pulled his lips to say: ωＷω.oＮЬ.οr

"No."

Seeing his defiant look, Jiang Wan thought he was shy and hurriedly said, "Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, I understand."

"Not really."

Song Jiubian's tone was firm, and only then did Jiang Wan realize she had overreacted. Her expression became slightly uncomfortable.

"

It's fine, I was worried you would hold it in.

"

"Ginger paste."

Song Jiuyuan's forehead twitched, after being exiled this woman was simply unlike the one he knew before. Sometimes he felt she was particularly good.

But sometimes I find her especially infuriating, how can anyone have so many faces

Ginger didn't know what Song Jiubian was thinking. She leaned close to him and whispered softly.

"Song Jiuyuan, did you see Duan's concubine just go out"

"Hmm."

Song Jiubian's expression was unreadable. It was clear that he wasn't very keen on bringing up those matters.

Ginger understood now, it seemed he knew. Ah, the position of a banished woman was truly low.

She seemed to understand why the original owner had gone to such extremes and ultimately died from it.nced at Song Jiubian quietly as the last light of day faded. She noticed that he was pretending to be indifferent, his eyelids drooping, yet his ears were perked up, listening intently. She found it s...