Da-Nüzi was also full of smiles, and even Song Jiu-Chi and Song Jiu-Yuan had their lips slightly curled up.Across a short distance, Hu Xiao's face flushed red from Jiang Wan's words. A pair of beautif..."Big sister, are you guys going to get some"

Mrs. Chen was somewhat moved. Her life during exile had already broken her self-esteem.

Since someone is willing to be kind, Mrs. Chen naturally wouldn't want to miss out, after all, her children need nourishment.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan shook her head. "Go on, we still have some food at home, enough to last for a while."

She didn't want to have anything to do with Wen Ruoyu at all, she'd rather quietly transition some things out of the space.

"Alright then, Wenhao, you be a good boy and wait here with father. Mother will go take a look."

Mrs. Chen was afraid that Chen Ce would lose face if she went to receive the things, so she chose to go herself. She returned rather quickly.

He was holding several white steamed buns, which were still emitting heat, probably freshly steamed by Wen Ru Yu.

"Mrs. Song, that young master Wen is quite generous. He gave all white steamed buns."

Mrs. Chen smiled at Miss Song and as she sat down, she recalled that she almost never ate white steamed buns in the past. Suddenly, a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

Today is different from yesterday.

"Thank you, we don't need it for now."

Song Dajiao's only advantage was her obedience. She would do whatever Jiang Wan said.

Jiang Wan said that she didn't need Wen Ru Yu's food, she wouldn't go herself and wouldn't let Song Jiu Ci and Song Jiu Li go either.

The whole house smelled of steamed buns. Ginger took up the water pouch and got up to leave.

"Mother, I'll go get some hot water."

On the way to the inn's kitchen, Ginger noticed a line of people waiting for steamed buns. Wen Ru Yu stood on the side, accepting thanks from everyone.

In fact, Wen Ruyu had been waiting for her the whole time. Although he politely replied to everyone who came to thank him, Wen Ruyu's heart was not in it.

Until Jiang Wan appeared in the hall, his eyes lit up slightly, and he unconsciously smoothed his clothes and straightened his spine, waiting for Jiang Wan to approach.

It looked like a peacock displaying its feathers, or a butterfly fluttering about.

The result, gingerly just glanced at them faintly, walked through the hall towards the kitchen.

Wen Ru Yu:…

Seeing Jiang Wan about to disappear before him, he put aside his restraint and hurried over a few steps.

"Song, my lady."

"Is anything the matter"

Jiang Wan turned her head slightly, her expression indifferent. This filled Wen Ru Yu with a sense of unease.

"I had some steamed buns prepared. Song, you can go take a few to tide yourself over."

He flashed a harmless smile, so much so that if Ginger hadn't been such a sharp observer, one would never have guessed he was the ruthless mastermind behind countless murders.

"Never mind."

Ginger's refusal was too smooth, leaving Wen Ruoyu stunned for a moment. She had already lifted her foot and stepped into the kitchen.

I thought she was going to the kitchen for some food, but I didn't expect that Ginger would only spend a few copper coins to buy some hot water.

Upon returning, I encountered Wen Ruoyu waiting by the gate once more. "Song Lady," he said, "have I done something to displease you"

He looked troubled, his usually delicate face etched with helplessness. Ginger's heart ached for him, and she spoke in a soft, gentle voice:

"Young Master Wen isn't doing a good deed It wouldn't be good to leave for too long."

She evaded the question, but Wen Ruoyu seemed to understand. Jiang Wan didn't seem interested in his appearance at all.

Listening to the clattering wind and howling rain outside, Wen Ru Yu changed the subject.

"...There was a strong wind and heavy rain outside, and nobody knew when it would stop. Madam Song..."

"Master Wen, I have something else to attend to!"

Ginger interrupted Wen Ruyu's incessant chatter, carrying a water bag as she passed through the hall.

As she heated the water, she quietly mixed in some space water. Back in the room, Ginger handed the water pouch to Song Jiubian and the others.

"The weather has gotten a lot colder, have some hot water."

As they were talking, she took out several oil paper packets from the space behind her basket. "I got these by trading with someone," she said.

She couldn't remember if she had gotten the chicken legs there, in that order. They were cooked and more suitable to eat now.

Of course, when Ginger handed the ginger candy to Lady Song, she did so with the utmost care. Even then, the fragrance permeated the room.

This is a bustling market, with around twenty people gathered here. As soon as the aroma wafted out, it instantly caught everyone's attention.

Everyone was too afraid of Ginger's power to speak up, but they couldn't help but discreetly swallow their saliva.

"Eat."

The chicken legs were paired with dry food, ginger flavoring made it very fragrant. The water pouch she carried wasn't filled with water; it was juice replaced from her space.

All the fruit trees in the space have already borne fruit. When Ginger has time, she will manually squeeze some juice, which is especially refreshing to drink.

Unfortunately, this feeling of comfort is unlikely to last. The downpour also brings a drop in temperature.

In the large common room, everyone's bedding was very thin. After all, when they were exiled, their silver had been looted from them.

Those receiving aid were only able to afford meager bedding, but Ginger was different. She specially took out well-prepared, thick quilts from her space.

People put on thick cotton clothes again. If it wasn't for the unpleasant smell of the shared bedding, their lives would have been quite good.

Song's daughter-in-law was mending clothes with needle and thread, while Ginger directed Song Jiuchili and Song Jiuli to help process the herbs.

And she ground the herbs little by little, it would be a good thing to make the heart-protecting pills earlier.

As for Song Jiubian, he lay there helplessly, giving the impression of being utterly despondent.

In reality, Ginger knew he was slowly recovering his inner strength, with occasional fluctuations of inner energy around him.

It rained heavily with strong winds all day long. Even at noon, ginger was something that Jiang Wan got from her space.

Most people had at least some food reserves. Although they were eager to see the action, they thankfully hadn't done anything out of line.

The ginseng was a bit eye-catching. While he went to the restroom, ginger wrapped it up secretly in the space and returned to the big communal bed.

Around dusk, Jiang Wan went upstairs to the inn with her freshly made heart-protecting pills in hand.

Pan Hongyan was especially delighted to see Jiang Wan, "Madam Song."

The heart-protecting pills that the adults wanted are now ready. Take one pill per day after a meal.

Jiang Wan handed a small bamboo tube to Pan Hongyan, who was full of excitement.

"Thank you, Song Lady!"

He spoke as he took the heart-protecting pill, then pulled out a pouch of money from his pocket. “The master said this is your reward.”

Although Ginger never mentioned it, Old Zhu wasn't the kind of person who liked to take advantage of others. He had already prepared the payment.

Thank you.

Ginger held the light money bag, it was mostly silver notes. She hid behind her sleeve and tossed it directly into space.

"Since I've never seen the grown-up, is he unwell"

A simple greeting from Jiang Wan, but Pan Hongyan's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing it.

"Indeed, if Miss Song is available, she could take a look at my master."

Okay.

Ginger hadn't missed any opportunity to get closer to Pan Hongyan. Pan Hongyan first went in to inquire, and soon she came out with a smile, leading Ginger into the room.

In the room, Lao Chu lay beside the bed, a furrow in his brow. Seeing Jiang Wan, he twitched the corner of his lips into a smile.

"Song Niangzi, thank you for your trouble."

"Taking people's money and helping them avert disaster, it's not a hassle."

Jiang Wan smiled faintly, her fingertips resting on Lao Chu's pulse. Her eyes flashed with understanding immediately.d people, each bowl floating with bits of meat. This was clearly satisfying for everyone.Song's daughter and the others had lined up early, and before leaving, they still wanted to wait for ginger rol...