Sixth Brother nodded, half-understanding.
Yun Jiao waved her hand, "Go eat."
"During this time, observe more, think more, and you can also ask those common people what kind of hero they need."
Sixth Brother lowered his head and went to the iron pot. Gu Yuheng handed him a bundle of rice wrapped in leaves.
At night, Lady Wu, Yun Jiao, and Ruru squeezed into the carriage to sleep. At least it wasn't as damp as the ground here.
Early the next morning, everyone had learned their lesson; either solve their restroom issues early or wait until they had collected the rice.
Even though they had a bag of rice now, with so many people, it wouldn't last long, so they still needed to collect more.
Yun Jiao lined up again in the queue.
Cai Ping and Hui Xiang stood behind her.
By coincidence, just as it was almost her turn, Yun Jiao realized that the ones distributing the rice were the same as yesterday.
