Fragrant willow catkins

The rice is still steamed buns and porridge.

The merchants only started to complain after the bandits were released from the cell.

"Porridge every day! Porridge! I ate it for a month!"

"This isn't porridge... This amount of rice... can only be called rice soup..."

When I put a spoonful of rice into the pot, I couldn't see any grains of rice.

Brother Yue still had his own bowl of rice and pickles.

The Third Master directly handed his steamed bun to a businessman who looked like he was going crazy with hunger, "You guys eat first."

The man happily took it and said, "Thank you, thank you. Aren't you hungry?"

Mo Xun: "We were just captured and had eaten on the way. You can eat our two portions."

I knew there would be nothing to eat once I got up the mountain, so I showed off a lot while I was in a hurry.

Ningxu and Mo Xiao’s meals are the same as Brother Yue’s, and those who work eat better.

After dinner, Ningxu and the others put their bowls at the door, and the two of them sat on the bed, discussing in a low voice.

Ningxu: "Xiaoxiao, do you remember today's route?"

Mo Xiao nodded.

Ningxu: "What Brother Yue said was right. We walked the road to the gate today and there were indeed a lot of people. Let's see if we can go behind the cell tomorrow."

Mo Xiao held Ning Xu's hand and said, "It's okay. We can do it."

Ningxu: “Yeah!”

The next morning, many people in the village passed by the clothes drying area and found that there were several pieces of clothes that were soft and fragrant. However, because they were the clothes of the second in command, they did not dare to touch them. So they found the two younger brothers to ask about the situation. After finding out, they clamored for Ningxu and Mo Xiao to help them wash the clothes as well.

There was no choice, so the two younger brothers took Ningxu and Mo Xiao out early in the morning.

Looking at the buckets of clothes by the stream, Ningxu and the others fell into deep thought...

Ningxu: "Didn't you say that you would only wash the clothes of the Second Master?"

The two younger brothers were also embarrassed, "This... brothers all want to wear more comfortable clothes... it's hard to refuse."

Ningxu: "There aren't enough clotheslines!"

"Don't worry! The brothers are here to help."

Worried that the two would not be willing, he added, "Don't worry, girl. If you have any wishes, we will try our best to satisfy them and will never treat you unfairly."

Another person quickly added, "Except going down the mountain."

When Ningxu and Mo Xiao heard this, they thought this was a good idea. They could take this opportunity to get the two people out of jail.

Agree decisively.

Ningxu: "Then can we let my young master out to work? They can also eat something good."

"What can your two young masters do?" the younger brother questioned.

I heard there is one that is pretty useless.

Ningxu: "They are educated and can help us build our village."

"Understood. I'll make the arrangements. Xiaodao, you keep an eye on them."

"it is good."

Ningxu looked at the man who stayed behind. "Your name is Xiaodao... What's his name?"

Xiaodao: "Small sword."

Ningxu: “…Okay.”

Xiao Jian returned to the mountain village and walked into a tent filled with books. It was out of place in the atmosphere of this mountain bandit village. There was an old man sitting in the middle.

Xiaojian: "Uncle, do you need help?"

The old man: "Why? You can't lift a knife anymore, you want to change your job?"

The old man was writing something on the table.

Xiao Jian: "Oh no, there are two young masters who were kidnapped. I owe their maid a favor. I will find something for them to do so that they can live a better life."

The old man: "I heard that the boss wants to clear out the garbage in the prison?"

Xiao Jian: "That's right. If we find something for them to do, they won't be considered useless anymore."

The old man put down his brush, looked at him and nodded, "Okay, you can bring them here and help me sort out the accounts."

"Okay!" Xiao Jian quickly ran to the prison, picked up Mo Xun and San Ye, and brought them to the old man's tent. "From now on, you will help here, work hard, this is an opportunity that the two girls fought for you."

Mo Xun nodded, "Okay! I promise to complete the task!"

Xiao Jian looked at Mo Xun suspiciously, then turned and walked out.

The Third Master was still more worried about Ningxu, but Mo Xun quickly got into the state, as the accounting office was his home court.

In another tent, two people were lying leisurely, seemingly of very high status.

One of the younger ones said indignantly, "Brother, most of these brothers are from our village, why is he the leader?!"

The older one said calmly, "Because your martial arts skills are not as good as his."

The Third Master: "Why don't we just kill him?"

The second in command was very disgusted, "They say he is a high martial arts master, how can we kill him?"

The third in command poked his head insidiously, "We have many brothers, so we may be able to kill him."

"..." The second in command was silent, "You want a civil war?"

The Third Master didn't care. "Why not? Just give me a word and I'll do it right away! As long as I'm here, if the imperial court destroys one, we can build another!"

The Second Master did not answer him immediately. He pondered for a long time. Under the Third Master's expectant eyes, he said two words in a deep voice, "Go."

There were a lot of clothes by the stream, and Ningxu didn't want to miss the real-time intelligence in the village, so the two of them divided the work, Ningxu washed the clothes by the stream, and Mo Xiao went back to the village to hang the clothes. Mo Xiao's memory was better than Ningxu's, and she could remember everything that happened. The washed clothes were directly brought back by the people who went to the stream to fetch water.

Ningxu is not a person who works seriously. No one watches her when she is washing clothes. She just brushes the clothes once and considers them washed. Anyway, no one in this village knows how to wash clothes, so it doesn't seem like she is being lazy.

In the afternoon, the two finished their task early, and Xiaodao took them back to their room. When they passed by the bonfire, Ningxu pretended that her hands were cold from washing clothes for too long, and wanted to warm herself by the fire. Xiaodao let her go, and waited for them at the door.

Ningxu and Mo Xiao stood by the campfire. While no one was paying attention to them, Mo Xiao covered them. Ningxu immediately bent down, picked up a piece of charcoal from the ground, hid it in her sleeve, and turned back to her room.

After Xiaodao left and locked the door, the two hid in a corner and took out the leather cloth they had prepared in advance, ready to paint on it.

Ningxu took the charcoal and hesitated for a long time. She doubted whether Mr. He would be able to understand her painting skills, so she gave the charcoal to Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao drew maps of the mountain village on two pieces of leather cloth, and then each of them took one and put them in their arms.

Mo Xun and San Ye didn't have much to do, so they helped move books and do some accounting, and the day passed in a flash. When they returned to the prison, they heard from the merchants that it was Ning Xu and Mo Xiao who washed clothes for a day, which gave them the opportunity to go out.

Otherwise, if the accounting office had been short of staff long ago, any one of the many businessmen here could have done the job.

After hearing this, the Third Master felt even more distressed for Ningxu. He couldn't eat and leaned against the wall closest to Ningxu's room, feeling sad alone.

On the third day, Ningxu and the other three went out one after another. San Ye could only watch Ningxu's back from afar. Ningxu knew that he was looking at her, so she turned around and waved to comfort her. San Ye felt better, as long as Meng'er didn't feel wronged.