Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 151: Picked Up a Person

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Picked Up a Person

Subdued by her melancholy for a moment, Nanzhi snuffled and started making a fire to cook. It’s more apt to say she was cooking up some Chicken Egg Black Porridge.

The two hens had been laying fewer and fewer eggs these days. It was considered good if she could gather five in a day. Reminiscing about their peak laying period, Nanzhi sighed.

The mule was on its last legs, and so were the chickens. She didn’t know if they could make it to Yan City.

Retrieving four eggs, Nanzhi first mixed one into the Black Porridge to feed the mule, and then pulled off some thatch to feed it some more.

As she watched the mule chomping on the thatch, Nanzhi stroked its neck.

The forage they had brought was long gone, and these days the mule had been nibbling grass on the roadside. But as the weather was getting colder, where could she find wild grass to feed the mule?

Simply feeding the mule tree leaves and the thatch lining the wagon bed wouldn’t suffice. Nanzhi could only resort to feeding it a portion of Black Porridge and an egg each day.

She could only hope that this food would sustain it for a few more days.

When the porridge was ready, Shen Miaomiao also woke up. Although her stomach still hurt painfully, nothing could be done.

She hadn’t changed her menstrual cloth in a day. If she didn’t change it soon, she might get sick...

Seeing Shen Miaomiao’s pale face as she poked her head out, Nanzhi went over to her in a hurry, "Miaomiao, you should get inside the wagon first. It snowed last night, you can’t bear the cold."

"Sister Nanzhi, I, I..." The young girl didn’t know how to explain herself, her pale face flushing.

"Stay put for now. I’ll bring over breakfast, eat and talk then."

Nanzhi still wouldn’t let her come out, only going to fetch the bowl after seeing the girl reluctantly agreeing.

After slowly sipping the porridge from the bowl, Shen Miaomiao quickly started, "Sister Nanzhi, I’m just going, just going for a bit."

However, Nanzhi passed something to her while Xiaohe was engrossed in eating.

"Put on an extra layer, I’ll accompany you later."

The young girl hesitated, blushing as she felt the object in her hand, before nodding and heading back into the wagon to add more clothes.

"Xiaohe, wait here and keep an eye on Zhiyu. If he wakes up, let him eat first. We’ll be back soon." Nanzhi patted Xiaohe’s shoulder and instructed.

"Alright."

Xiaohe finished the last sip of porridge and was about to remind them to be cautious, when he saw the ax in Nanzhi’s hand, he swallowed the words he was about to say.

Nanzhi held the ax and led Shen Miaomiao into the woods.

"Sister Nanzhi, this, how do I use this?" The young girl pointed to the object in her hand, her face flushing.

Nanzhi cleared her throat and began to explain.

She had thought up this thing when she was unable to sleep last night.

She had heard before that in the old days, when women were menstruating, they would make a small cloth bag to insert the menstrual cloth, or they would use clean cotton cloth to make a long narrow bag, tie two thin ropes at the ends, and fill it with ashes to absorb impurities. For some unknown reason, the women here used menstrual pads, but given the conditions at the moment, she could only make such a thing.

It took about half an hour before Shen Miaomiao was tidied up. Nanzhi cleared the path with one hand holding the ax while leading Shen Miaomiao with the other.

Feeling the warmth from Nanzhi’s hand, the young girl blushed slightly.

Just as they were about to reach the exit, Nanzhi noticed a person lying at the side. His clothes were intact, so he didn’t look like a person who had been frozen to death.

Being of the principle to avoid additional trouble, Nanzhi intended to bypass the person with Shen Miaomiao, only for the person to suddenly reach out and grab Shen Miaomiao’s ankle, startling the young girl into nearly shouting.

"Sister Nanzhi, he, he’s alive!"

Shen Miaomiao pointed at the man on the ground with trembling fingers, her face full of fear.

The man seemed to be unconscious, but no matter how much she pulled, she couldn’t free her foot.

Nanzhi frowned and nudged the man on the ground with her ax. Finding that he didn’t react, she was about to pry his hand open.

But she applied too much force and flipped the man over.

Seeing the man’s face, Shen Miaomiao was stunned. She couldn’t resist squatting down for a closer look, disbelief etched on her face.

The more she looked, the more he looked like Wang Jingzhi!

"Sister Nanzhi, this man looks like, like the village’s Wang Jingzhi..."

The young girl furrowed her brows, her dirty little face full of dilemmas.

How did Wang Jingzhi end up here?

And there was no sign of old Mr. Wang either?

Nanzhi looked at his face and found it familiar too. Only when Shen Miaomiao said he looked like Wang Jingzhi did she remember. Wang Jingzhi was the young man who had blocked Miaomiao’s door to give Su Tao eggs, wasn’t he?

She recalled that after Su Tao left, Wang Jingzhi fell ill with lovesickness!

But where was old Mr. Wang?

With these thoughts, Nanzhi poked his face with the back of the ax and seeing him frown slightly, she breathed a sigh of relief.

If he could frown, it meant he was still alive.

But a big problem emerged.

Should she save him?

If she saved him, it meant a new burden. But not saving him...Old Mr. Wang had helped her before.

After wrestling with this for a long time, Nanzhi gritted her teeth and made up her mind. A burden might just be a burden, but she couldn’t be ungrateful.

Looking at Wang Jingzhi’s height and build, Nanzhi decided to ask Xiaohe for help.

Miaomiao was feeling uncomfortable now, she couldn’t expect her to help. Although she herself still seemed strong enough, even managing to handle an ax, hauling an unconscious grown man was a bit too much for her to handle.

Xiaohe saw them coming back and was about to greet them when he saw Nanzhi beckoning to him. He briskly walked over and asked, "Sister Nanzhi, what’s the matter?"

"We ran into an old acquaintance. Could you help bring him back?" Nanzhi said, pointing in Wang Jingzhi’s direction.

An old acquaintance?

Xiaohe was taken aback.

They could still run into an old acquaintance here?

Logically, since they had taken a detour, they should be moving the fastest. How could they run into an old acquaintance?

"Over there, walk about ten meters and you’ll see him. A man in a gray-blue robe, lying on the ground like he’s half-dead," described Nanzhi, pointing out the direction again. She then led Shen Miaomiao into the wagon to rest, while she crouched down and added several sticks to the fire.

They would need hot water when Xiaohe brought the man back, so it was better to have it ready in advance to avoid the hassle.

When Xiaohe saw the man lying on the ground, he was a bit confused. How did Wang Jingzhi manage to have such good luck?

According to the previous storyline, he should have been dead by now, right?

Even though he thought it was strange, there was no pause in his movements.

Xiaohe bent down, hoisted the man onto his shoulder effortlessly. He felt Wang Jingzhi’s stiff body and sighed, guessing the man was probably frozen stiff. Whether he could be saved now really depended on his fate.

Due to unpredictable factors, their world had deviated slightly from its original path, and he found that he had less influence on events.

He just didn’t know when all this would be over...

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