Chapter 25: What condition can I bring up now

Chapter 25

When everyone looked over, they saw a group of officials gathered around Peng Wang, inquiring after his health.

Peng Wang was still somewhat weak at this moment, but it didn't stop him from speaking.

"Old Zhou the Eighth, what exactly happened to me?"

"Boss, you were bitten by a snake."

Hearing this, Peng Wang carefully recalled the situation before he lost consciousness.

The first thing he felt was that the place on his calf where the poisonous snake had bitten him felt a little numb, and the numb feeling gradually spread.

After that, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and then he didn't know anything.

"I was bitten by a snake but didn't die?"

In order to confirm that all of this was true, Peng Wang pinched his own cheek.

Only after feeling the pain did he believe it all.

Zhang Qing stepped forward: "Boss, you really didn't die."

"Who helped me get the poison out?" Peng Wang looked around and made sure he was still in this desolate wilderness. Where did these people find a doctor?

Old Zhou the Eighth pointed in the direction of the Mo family: "It was Mo Jiuye's new bride, He Zhiran."

Speaking of He Zhiran, the scene of her warning him appeared in Peng Wang's mind.

Thinking of this, Peng Wang felt somewhat ashamed.

At first when the girl was kind enough to warn him, he had snapped at her.

He swept his eyes around and finally rested his gaze on the several large packages brought from the capital.

"Old Zhou, go give each person from the Mo family two steamed buns made of white flour. Also, ask them if they have any other requests. Try to satisfy them as much as possible, as long as it's not too excessive."

Old Zhou the Eighth knew that Peng Wang was someone who knew how to be grateful.

He also knew clearly that Peng Wang was doing this because he didn't want to owe the Mo family anything. After all, they still had a long road ahead, and their duty didn't allow them to be too lenient towards the exiles.

Seeing Old Zhou the Eighth walking over carrying a bag, the Mo family women became a little nervous.

Old Zhou the Eighth put the bag in front of everyone.

"Our boss said to give each of you two steamed buns made of white flour."

Hearing that there were white flour buns, the Mo family couldn't help swallowing.

They were really too hungry.

Despite this, everyone tacitly did not move, their eyes unconsciously looking towards He Zhiran.

"Many things from the snake's body can be used in medicine." He Zhiran answered evasively. She couldn't tell them she wanted to make poison.

"I'll agree to this too."

Seeing Old Zhou the Eighth's readiness to consent, He Zhiran didn't want to keep delaying him either.

"I've said all my conditions."

"Good, I'll go back and report to the boss now."

In Old Zhou the Eighth's mind, He Zhiran had saved Peng Wang's life, so these few things were far from enough to repay her.

After returning and reporting the matter to Peng Wang, he took the initiative to bring back several waterskins and the silver snake.

"These waterskins were prepared to sell to the exiled criminals. Seeing that those people don't seem to have much money, they probably can't afford them. So we might as well give them to you.

We still have some white flour buns there. Now that the weather is hot, they'll go bad if we don't finish them, so I'll give you some more tomorrow morning."

After throwing the waterskins and the silver snake in front of He Zhiran, Old Zhou the Eighth turned around and left.

He Zhiran efficiently distributed two buns to each person.

Although the white flour buns weren't bad tasting, with no side dishes they were still difficult to swallow when so dry.

He Zhiran suddenly had an idea as her gaze fell upon the package He Yuanming had given her.

She hadn't had a chance to open the package and check the contents yet, so no one else knew what was inside.

He Zhiran stretched one hand into the package, while her consciousness entered her space.

The sliced braised beef she had newly bought was in the fridge there.

The braised beef packaging was a plastic bag, which of course could not be taken out for others to see. And she couldn't find the oil paper commonly used in this era for a moment.

Left with no choice, He Zhiran could only grab a large handful of braised beef with her hand.

In special times, being too particular was just being pretentious. As long as they could eat a little better, what mattered hygiene or lack thereof...

"Mother, sisters-in-law, little sisters, this is the braised beef my father and mother sent me today. Please eat it together with the buns."

When they saw He Zhiran clutching a large handful of braised beef in her hand, everyone's eyes lit up.

But the rules they had followed since childhood told them that women could not eat so crudely like this, especially grabbing food and eating directly with their hands.

Just when everyone was conflicted, Old Lady Mo spoke up.

"We should relax our rules a bit for now."

Old Lady Mo was a clear-minded person. She was the first to recognize the reality of the situation. By saying this, she intended to try accepting everything.

After all, they were no longer the wives and daughters of prominent families.