After I was Exiled, I Became a Noble Minister

    Wu Dongming said nothing and stuffed an oiled paper bag over.

    Mu Wanqing was stunned, what happened?

    She looked down and saw that there were six white buns, white and fat, exuding an alluring fragrance.

    She was stunned, what happened?

    She counted again, no more, no less, exactly six.

    Is it...shun? Six or six Dashun? Can the Mu family survive this time? Don't worry about beheading?

    She looked up, a smile flashed in Wu Dongming's eyes, she was really a smart little girl.

    Anyway, it's a little effort, no harm, no one can fault it.

    When he left with Mu Zhongde, everyone couldn't wait to gather around, "What is it? Ah, white bread."

    The saliva is down, I want to eat, I want to eat like crazy.

    Mu Wanqing waved away the stinky crowd, what to squeeze?

    I know you all crave white bread!

    However, have you forgotten that these days, the second room has been excluded from the cold?

    Since she tore her face with old Mrs. Mu, the Mu family regarded her as a thorn in the flesh. If it wasn't for fights not allowed in prison, they would probably want to tear her apart.

    Mu Wanqing was not affected at all. It was a trick that only three-year-old children played, and it was a blessing for them to play so seriously.

    "How do I know? Go ask Master Wu."

    Who dares to ask? No one dares to seek death.

    The old lady Mu questioned maliciously, "How can you not know? It's not that you didn't learn well at a young age and deliberately hooked..."

    Falling from the cloud to the bottom of the valley, the gap is too large, and the mentality is extremely unbalanced.

    She hated Mu Wanqing.

    This is what the elders said? Mrs. Mu was so angry that she cried.

      The children and grandchildren have not lived enough."

    She asked with a cool smile, "Third uncle, what do you think?"

    Come on, let's make it together.

    The third master Mu jumped up like he was being pricked by a needle, and shouted in rage, "Mother, don't talk nonsense."

    Other descendants were also anxious, "Grandma, please shut up."

    "Can we talk about the adults of Wuyiwei? Grandma, you are old, are you confused?"

    They are already miserable enough, and if they offend Wuyiwei again, they will let no one live?

      , who is still in the mood to coax her?

    Her chest hurts.

    Mu Wanqing took out a white bread and gave it to Mrs. Mu Er, "Mother, eat it."

    Mr. Mu's mouth was watering, and she couldn't wait to bring it to her lips. She suddenly stopped and looked at the family opposite, "Your father and brothers haven't eaten yet."

    Second Master Mu was also very greedy, and he hadn't eaten well for several days, but he labored to look away, "No, you eat by yourself, my sons and I are both men, and we can handle it. live."

    The wife and daughter are frail, so eat more.

    The two older brothers shook their heads in spite of hunger.

    Mu Wanqing didn't say anything when a gloomy voice sounded, "Our Mu family is a scholar from generation to generation, we have backbone, we don't eat what we come for, and return it quickly."

    It's Mrs. Mu, posing as an elder's lesson.

    Actually, Mu Wanqing is not allowed to be better than her daughter.

     Obviously, Mu Wanqing just gave her daughter a medicine.

    Even if it's a transaction, it's not so frivolous.

    Mu Wanqing took a big bite of the white bread, which was fluffy and soft, and the delicious meat sauce melted in her mouth, bringing the ultimate taste pleasure.

    She was particularly surprised, "Ah, it's actually a meat bun, with a thin skin and a lot of filling, and the meat filling is tender and juicy. It's delicious."

    Mr. Mu took a bite completely uncontrollably when she heard it, God, it's really a meat bun, ah, ah, so happy.

    After eating pig food for a few days, a meat bun is supremely delicious.

    The mother and daughter devoured the food, and the food was really greedy, and everyone else was crying, and their minds were about to move.

    Mu Wanqing eats very slowly, taste it carefully.

    She saw through their thoughts at a glance, "Don't try to rob, everything that happens here will be reported, and then..."

    She didn't finish her words, leaving enough room for reverie.

    The jailer on one side has long thought about it, and Master Wu only looks at this little girl differently. Naturally, there is a reason.

    He didn't dare to ask more, it's always right to take more care.

    "Whoever breaks the rules will be dragged out and beaten, no matter if they are killed or maimed."

    How dare you make a fool of yourself when you hear this? Just dare to stare at the drool.

    "Sister Wanqing, my little girl hasn't eaten much, and she can't hold it any longer. Please do it well and give the child a bite."

    This is the daughter-in-law of the Sixth Aunt's family, Mrs. Jiang, holding a sick little girl in her arms.

    Children's throats are delicate, they can't eat too rough food, they're too hungry to cry, and they have no strength to cry.

    She is not right with the big house, but she has no problem with young children.

    The two little girls ate the meat buns in large mouthfuls, a book full of satisfaction and happiness.

    Others looked greedy and wanted to grab it but didn't dare. Third Master Mu was very dissatisfied, "Why do you share it with them? They are all useless girls' movies, they should be eaten by the men in the family, men. That's what keeps the incense going."

    Mu Wanqing didn't lift her head, and said lightly, "Because I'm also a girl, it's okay for girls to help girls."

    Everyone: ...It makes sense, but there is no way to refute it.

    Mrs. Mu San looked at her pair of daughters pitifully at the meat buns, drooling, and a tingling in her heart, "Third girl, respecting the elderly and kind children is a virtue, we are a family , you should give it to the eldest old lady in the family first, and then to the frail children..."

     Before she could finish speaking, Mu Wanqing interrupted, "Wrong."

    "What?"

    "The second room is a family that loves each other." This is Mu Wanqing's definition of family, there is only a small family, there is no concept of a big family.

    She pointed to the mean-faced old lady Mu, "You, relying on your identity, suppressed our second room everywhere, trapped us in the mansion, and forbid us to go out, for fear that we would emerge, it was out of kindness."

    She pointed to the third master Mu again, "you, disrespectful to the concubine, you don't have brothers and sisters in your eyes, it's injustice."

    Holding it to my brother's family, desperately trying to get benefits.

    "As for the uncle of the head of the family, he only knows how to protect his own interests and is an official fan. He knows that the second room has been wronged but pretends not to know, not enough atmosphere, not a qualified family head and Brother, this is also the main person responsible for the decline of the Mu family, and it is unkind."

    She pointed to Mrs. Mu again, "As the eldest aunt who is the mistress of the house, she is deliberately harsh on the supply of the second house, picking thorns in the eggs, and the intestines of chickens, it is not virtuous."

      Note (1)

    A generation is worse than a generation.

    The popularity she pointed out was not good, and her face was distorted.

    But what? Can't beat her, can only stare hard.

    Look, who is afraid of who.

    She shook her head and sighed, "Mu Family, it's rotten from top to bottom, everyone is extravagant, and it's no wonder that they don't lose."

    She scolded and felt relieved, "Master, please give this oil paper bag to my father."

    There are three meat buns, exactly one per person.

    The jailer was very polite to her, and he was naturally helpful.

    This is exactly his attitude, and the rest of the Mu family dare not step forward to grab it.

    Second Master Mu distributed the buns to his two sons without hesitation, Third Master Mu on the side was red-eyed.

    "Good second brother, divide me into one, my limbs are weak and my heartbeat is racing, I am going to starve and sick, we are good brothers of direct relatives, you don't want to see me fall, right? ."

    His skin is thick enough.

    The eldest son of the big room, mu Zifeng, swallowed. He was already hungry and angry, and there was only one thought in his mind, to have a good meal.

    "Second uncle, give me one, I am the eldest grandson of the Mu family, more honorable than anyone else."

    Among the juniors, he is the oldest, already married, and has a son and a daughter. The daughter is the little girl who Mu Wanqing gave half a bun.

    But now, there is no such thing as a grandson of the eldest grandson.

    Second Master Mu hesitated. He was brainwashed since he was a child, and he was educated to be humble and sacrifice for the family.

    Mu Wanqing is not used to these people, "Hey, it's too easy for my brothers, I didn't dare to argue with others since I was a child, and I would be scolded for eating a few more pieces of meat. Get a small kitchen to cook, but the ingredients and materials you can get are the worst, you can make your own clothes, and you have to repair the broken furniture yourself. You are obviously a child of the Mu family, and your life is not as good as that of the common people.”

    The second room has suffered a lot for this small kitchen.

    "The grandson of the first-born family is different. If you eat delicious food from the mountains and seas every day, the meat will be boring. Throw it to the dog and not to the cousins. ."

     Hearing this, mu Ziang grabbed the bun and took a bite. It was really fragrant.

    "Dad, big brother, eat quickly."

    People don't give him meat, he doesn't give them meat buns, there's nothing wrong.

     Mu Er and his son also ate under great pressure.

     Third Master Mu was furious, how dare they treat him like this?

    Good things should belong to him, why should the second room fight with him?

    A concubine born to a maid, I bah.

    He was furious for a while, jumped up and rushed towards Mu Erye without thinking.

    Everyone rushed to grab it, the scene was quite chaotic, Mu Erye was trampled several times.

    In the dark prison, the dark side of human nature is infinitely magnified. Show your ugliest side.

    What kind of tolerance, what kind of comity, what kind of virtuousness, who are you pretending to see at this time?

    They only have one purpose, to live well, even if they step on the bones of others.

    The Qian Shi couldn't help but be in a hurry, Mu Wanqing frowned and shouted loudly, "Master messenger, my third uncle is going to rebel."

    A stick was swung over, and Third Master Mu was caught off guard, screaming in pain.

    "I'm not, I don't, don't fight."

    The stick flew to others again, and wherever it went, they knelt down and begged for mercy.

    Brother Mu Ziang quickly stepped forward to help his father up. Second Master Mu's clothes were torn, his hair was scattered, and his eyes were full of annoyance, "I only tasted my meat buns."

    The buns have been robbed and divided by several people and entered their stomachs.

    Everything that happens here will be reported. Wu Dongming couldn't help laughing after listening to the jailer's report.

    Have a scheming, a means, a benevolent heart, a clear distinction between right and wrong, not bad.

    "From now on, give her six meat buns per meal."

    "Yes." The jailer didn't understand, "Just for the buns?"

    "Enough." Wu Dongming's words were meaningful.

    "Why does she have it and we don't? It's not fair."

    "Dissatisfied? Tell me to be fair?" The jailer sneered and waved his stick.

    Mu Wanqing didn't eat alone either, each person in the second room shared one, and the extra one belonged to her.

    She usually only eats one, and then eats some pig food to fill her stomach, and the remaining one will be distributed to others according to the situation.

    It's either a well-behaved cub, or a sickly girl, or to please her.

    Do not suffer from widowhood and inequity, and do not suffer from poverty and anxiety.

    Relying on this meat bun, the jailer in charge helped her again, she stunned the water and broke the situation of this group of people crowding out them.

    Mu Wanqing doesn't matter, but her parents and brothers are people with a clan concept and cannot be independent from the outside world.

    She never mixes, she just sits on the sidelines, and when she is happy, she will share a little with those who perform well.

    Unhappy, what about them.

    The border is bitter and cold, the yellow sand is flying, it is a wild land, and the environment is particularly poor.

    Moreover, many people could not reach their destination and died of illness on the way to exile.

    A few passed out on the spot, and some were crying.

    Mu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, she was fine, she was a craftsman!

    Seeing Qian Shi who was crying silently, she persuaded softly, "Mother, don't be afraid, there is me."

    Mr. Mu looked at her delicate and weak daughter and wanted to cry even more.

    Can the family reach Liangcheng safely? She has absolutely no confidence.

    Mu Wanqing has high fighting spirit and is full of expectations.

    It is endless fun to fight with the sky; it is endless fun to struggle with the earth; it is endless fun to struggle with people. Note (2)