Riding on horseback, all the way back to the camp, desolate and miserable scenes can be seen everywhere on the way, some people even froze to death in the snow, without even a straw mat to bury, the widow mother hugged the orphan, howling in the snow cry.

Mo Lingwei looked sad, and gave them some money. She wanted to take off the fox fur cape on her body and give it to them, but Feng Shaojin stopped her.

Feng Shaojin took off his cloak and put it on the orphans and widows.

On the way back, I was speechless all the way.

When they arrived at the camp, Mo Lingwei looked at the blood-stained gauze hanging on the tree branches and sighed, "I don't know when this battle will be over."

"It will be over one day." Feng Shaojin got off the horse, carried her off the horse, and took her by the hand to walk into the bedroom: "When the ice and snow melt, Jincheng's grain and grass will be delivered. The weapon factories in our country can also supply weapons, and this battle can be won."

He plucked the hair on her cheek, and said firmly, "Trust me!"

There seemed to be no other way but to trust him.

Mo Lingwei nodded slightly, and followed Feng Shaojin to the bedroom.

The guards then arrived and brought in the box containing the clothes on the carriage.

Mo Lingwei pointed to one of the boxes, and said to the guard, "Take it to Miss Mo's room."

The snow was over and the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the temperature was getting lower and lower.

The snow on the roof melted, and the snow water flowed down the icicles. Mo Lingwei put wooden basins and barrels underneath, took the water, and put it on the stove to burn...

The head-on cold wind blew over, cutting his face like a knife.

Mo Jinlan twisted half a bag of sweet potatoes in and put them by the stove: "I picked them up in the cave dwellings on the mountain, and there are some pine nuts hidden in the tree holes, for you to roast and eat."

Food became more and more scarce, and it was freezing cold. Even sitting by the stove, I felt chills.

The war was suspended, and part of the Feng family army was transferred out to maintain the order of Yuncheng and investigate the oriental spies mixed in Yuncheng.

After Mo Lingwei's operation, she finally had time to sit by the fire, drink a cup of tea, and read medical books for a while.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes, watching Mo Jinlan carefully bury the sweet potato in the gray charcoal ash, then covered it with a layer of charcoal fire, put the iron sheet on it, and then spread the pine nuts on the iron sheet.

Then, like a curious little girl, she stared expectantly at the pine nuts on the iron sheet being roasted little by little, and the smile on her face gradually brightened.

This is a scene that has never happened in the governor's mansion in Jincheng.

Mo Lingwei's eyes were complicated, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Jinlan, who used to be well-clothed and well-fed, lived a life of pampering and pampering, and even had a pet, a huge black boa constrictor, which was specially entrusted to several servants to take care of.

How could it ever be like now, serving other people's three meals a day, braving the snow and cold wind to go to the pool to smash ice and wash clothes.

Learned to sew clothes, cook meals, and nurse the wounded.

Her fingers, which used to be dry, were covered with chilblains, but a few small, shriveled sweet potatoes and pine nuts could make her smile so happily.

With no distractions, it seems that being able to eat these things is already the happiest thing in the world.

The scent of roasted sweet potatoes came out of the charcoal fire. Mo Jinlan moved closer, squatted on the ground, picked up the roasted pine nuts with tongs, put them on the ground, and poked them in the charcoal ash, and put the roasted pine nuts on the ground. The dark sweet potatoes were also taken out, and he muttered: "Oh, it's burnt, it's all black, it took a long time to burn."