The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 927 Who’s There?!_1

Chapter 927: Chapter 927 Who’s There?!_1

"Cook some rice soup, and after drinking it, we can rest. It’s not suitable to move around in the latter half of the night. Zhen Zhe, divide the people into two groups, one to rest and the other to stand guard, each resting for one and a half hours."

"Yes, my lord," Zhe Jue and Zhen Wu responded in unison.

"It’s really not advisable to wander around this place at night. I always feel like we’re just going in circles, Brother Molian, don’t you think?" After coming down, Lin Caisang gasped for breath and looked up to ask Ya Molian.

Although they were following the footprints of the fierce cranes, it always felt like they were circling in place, never making it out.

She didn’t know where this feeling came from.

"Perhaps, even the demons that live on White Blind Mountain get lost," Ya Molian said, bringing over a cloak to cover her body, then took another look around the environment and spoke in a deep voice.

"Do you feel it too?"

Lin Caisang asked, looking at him.

She had such a feeling, and it seemed she was not wrong—they indeed were going around in the same place. To put it simply, they had gotten lost on this land during the night.

"Let’s wait until daylight to continue," Ya Molian said.

"Hmm."

Lin Caisang nodded.

The fire was quickly kindled, and the chill of White Blind Mountain’s night pierced one’s neck, causing shivers.

Not long after, the rice porridge began to emit a fragrant aroma. Zhe Jue added some dried vegetables Lin Caisang had given him earlier, and the fragrance became even more enticing, nearly drifting for miles.

"That smells wonderful."

She sniffed, placing her hands by the fire, and couldn’t help muttering.

"Miss, it’ll be ready soon," Zhe Jue said, glancing at her.

"Take your time, we’ve got all the time we need."

Lin Caisang wasn’t in a hurry, even though her stomach was empty; after all, they had to wait for the rice soup to cook.

"Prince Mo... who’s that over there?!"

Just as she was about to turn her head and chat with Ya Molian, she keenly noticed several vague figures moving not far away.

Jiang Zuo and Jiang Li reacted immediately, darting toward them, and soon, several disheveled men were brought over. Looking at these beggar-like figures, everyone was taken aback.

However, these men paid no attention to their stares as their focus was entirely on the pot of rice soup over the fire, the rich aroma causing them to continuously swallow saliva.

"Can we eat that?"

One man touched his stomach, his dark face not clearly showing embarrassment, but his eyes were quite clear.

"Zhe Jue."

Without waiting for the man to ponder, Lin Caisang immediately looked towards Zhe Jue.

Zhe Jue understood, took a few bamboo bowls, served the rice soup into them, and distributed them to each person, also sharing some dry food from his hand with them.

Seeing the dry food and rice soup, they couldn’t care about anything else and, not minding the heat, began slurping and eating voraciously.

"Eat slowly, there’s more here if it’s not enough," Lin Caisang said, her heart filled with sympathy as she watched them eat.

On the other hand, Commander Mo, who had just finished cooking rice and brought it up to his mouth, found he couldn’t swallow it as he watched the people eating near Ya Molian.

"Go, take this to them," he said abruptly, shoving the bowl into the hands of a guard beside him and instructing.