ll seen Ginger apply medicinal herbs to Little Deng before, so they thought it was the same this time.Song Erniang nodded seriously and lowered her voice, saying: "Good, thank you for your hard work,...Mi Mi Hu Hu Ginger slept through the night, while Song Jiuyuan sighed deeply not far away.

In the dilapidated temple, there was an eerie silence broken only by the long, drawn-out breaths of the gathered crowd and the incessant buzz of mosquitoes flying about.

Ginger was so annoyed by the mosquitos that she decided to take some perfume from her space, which she had stored from her past life. Sprinkling it on herself made her feel like there were fewer mosquitoes.

Just as she drifted back to sleep, she suddenly heard a patter, like the sound of rain.

The person sleeping on the outermost part of the ruined temple was woken up by the rain. "It's raining!"

"Such a heavy rain, brother, could you move over a bit"

"...."

They were quite comfortable where they lay, and the rain did not leak in, so they remained undisturbed. Mixing with the patter of the rain, they actually slept well.

As soon as she got up, Jiang Wan discovered that the rain was still pouring. Ren Bang frowned so hard, it could have killed a mosquito.

"How come it's raining so heavily."

Song Jiuli rubbed her drowsy eyes, confusion clouding her beautiful gaze. Beneath Lady Song's surface, worry flickered in her eyes.

"This rain doesn't know when it will stop."

If the rain doesn't stop, they won't only be unable to continue their journey, but survival itself will become a problem.

Song Jiuchí was applying medicine to Song Jiuyuan, and hearing this, Song Jiuyuan slightly raised his eyes to glance outside, softly saying:

"Keep a close eye on things."

A desperate man driven to starvation will do anything. He said this specifically to Ginger Braid.

After hearing Jiang Wan's words, Li listened silently for a moment before nodding his head, his expression growing grave. "Rest assured, I have everything under control."

It seems like I won't be able to eat and drink freely for the next two days. However, the original book states that the main antagonist became evil because of this.

Of course, it was because of the various disasters that occurred during the exile that the villain's relatives died one after another, and the rainstorm was just the beginning.

As expected by Jiang Wan, the rain came down incessantly. Ren Bon sent people out to check on the situation.

Because of the heavy rain, the road nearby was blocked. They couldn't continue their journey, nor could they leave.

This rain not only shows no signs of stopping, but it's pouring down even harder. The situation is getting worse, so Ginger is being extra careful and staying out of sight.

They cooked very simple porridge both in the morning and at noon, with some wild vegetables. By evening, their stored water was running low.

"I'm going to fetch some water!"

Song Jiuchí volunteered, the young boy thinking he'd finally be of use. Song Jiuyuan suddenly spoke:

“Go collect some rainwater.”

"Can you drink rainwater"

It's not that Song Jiuchil is foolish, but rather because they, who have been raised in comfort and luxury, lack this common sense.

"Yes."

Song Jiubian gave a positive answer, Song Jichí then took their bamboo tube and pot, skipping away to collect rainwater.

Besides him, quite a few people were collecting rainwater at this time, including government officials.

Ren Bang didn't know when the rain would stop, so he didn't give everyone more food because they were actually running low on supplies.

Last time we bought supplies, everyone had more or less brought some stock. At this crucial moment, food is life, and whether we can survive depends entirely on ourselves.

Some people without food could only drink water constantly. Some couldn't stand it and picked wild vegetables around the broken temple. Ginger glanced at the Chen family.

Chen Ce and they joined the team last minute, and didn't bring any food at all.

Chen Wenhao's little face was pale with hunger, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he behaved well and nestled in his mother's arms.

This formed a stark contrast to Song Yang, who was clamoring for food in the not-so-distant distance. At this moment, Song Yang cried out of hunger.

The scene was somewhat out of control. Jiang Wan knew that if this rain didn't stop, people's hearts would likely become even more unstable.

Song Jiuchi took back the water, and Ginger Wan quietly replaced all of it with stored water while cooking. She didn't want to drink rainwater.

Now, besides government officials, only Jiang Wan had surplus food. Countless greedy eyes in the dilapidated temple were fixed on the pot Jiang Wan was stirring.

No one dared to oppose the official's idea, after all, the whip in an official's hand was no joke. But ginger...

She's no pushover either. Compared to her, Song Jiuli and the Madam felt quite uncomfortable being watched like that.

Song Jiuchi growled menacingly, "What are you looking at!"

Only then did those people shift their gazes. Compared to them, Ginger and Song Jiuyuan remained much calmer. Soon, the vegetable congee was ready, and Ginger skillfully distributed it to everyone.

"My husband, you're still injured, drink more."

In front of others, Ginger was very considerate towards Song Jiubian. Song Jiubian had also gotten used to her like this, reaching out to take the porridge from her hand.

Their fingertips brushed, and both felt an awkward flutter in their hearts. But neither showed it.

Everyone was utterly perplexed, unable to detect any change in their expressions. Ginger even nonchalantly served Song's daughter a bowl of porridge. Πb.γ

"Mother, let's just make do and drink it."

Everyone:....

And what about those who have to drink rainwater and eat wild plants

Song Daniu smiled and nodded, "Good, Wanwan you can't miss your own."

In just a few days, the relationship between Ginger Wan and Song Jiubian's families not only eased but they even integrated into each other.

In the distance, Shen Qian hated gritted her teeth, but at this moment, she didn't even have the strength to say a word. She could only resentfully watch as Jiang Wan and her family ate and drank well.

Many covetous gazes were upon her, Jiang Wan quickly finished the porridge in her bowl and scooped up the last bit of it from the bottom of the pot.

"Wenhao, come here."

She beckoned gently to Chen Wenhao. Chen Wenhao, after receiving his parents' consent, slowly walked over.

"Come, have a drink."

Ginger handed the bowl to Chen Wenhao. The child's eyes were filled with tears of gratitude, "Thank you, Auntie!"

"I want to drink porridge, I want to drink porridge, that porridge is mine!"

Song Yang, who had been staring at them intently, suddenly exploded. They were both teenagers, and he took a stride towards them.

Chen Wenhao wasn't paying attention, and the bowl in his hand almost got slapped to the ground by Song Yang. Fortunately, Jiang Wan reacted quickly and caught it.

What are you doing

Ginger's eyes were cold as she stared at Song Yang, who was so frightened that his small body trembled and he burst into tears.

"Mother, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry."

"Yuan'er, Yang'er, at least he is your own younger brother. Aren't you even willing to give him anything from yours You'd rather let outsiders have it"

Song Sanniang hugged Song Yang, her voice laced with resentment. Jiang Wan held the bowl in her hand, stiffening slightly and remaining silent.

No, they are indeed blood relatives. If Song Jiubian wanted to help them, it would be understandable, but she Jiang Wan wouldn't stand for it!

"The things are knitted together, she wants to give them to whoever she wants to."

Song Jiu's indifferent words sent a chill down the hearts of everyone in the Lao Song family. He was different, truly different now.

Although Song Jiubian used to be indifferent to them, he wouldn't have been so heartless. It's all Ginger Wan's fault!

"Did you hear that"

Ginger was satisfied, considering Song Jiubian had handled the situation well. She spoon-fed the porridge to Chen Wenhao's mouth.

"Wenhao, you drink this. This porridge is for you, no one can take it away."ose who deal in the same business, their hearts can be pierced!"Jiang Wan was right. Hu Xiao's face, pale from being wronged, clenched into a tight fist as her dough turned yellow."Miss Song, Master C...