3744: Fugitive (3)

Fugitive (3)

Feng Wu found an excuse for herself and went on. "I'm going to Northern Yan with you. I can't leave empty-handed. I'm not a freeloader."2

The third son's wife smirked at Feng Wu. "You little beggar. Are you saying that you're not a freeloader?"

She wasn't the only one sneering at Feng Wu.

Food was scarce at the moment, and with the famine everywhere, every morsel of food was very expensive. No one would want to take this little beggar with them.

Old Mrs. Gao glared at Feng Wu. "We're not taking you! Just forget about it!"

However, the next second, Feng Wu picked up a corner of the sack and began to pour out the contents.

It was flour.

It was pure white flour.

As a matter of fact, Feng Wu still had all kinds of good rice in her ring space. They were much more expensive than the flour, but she couldn't take them out now.

The flour alone was eye-catching enough.

"Ahhh!!!"

Everyone cried out enviously when Feng Wu threw the flour onto the ground.

"White flour! Isn't that white flour?!"

"There's no coarse grain in it!"

"How many pancakes can we make with it?!"

"I want egg noodles! I want a poached egg on the thick noodles."

"I want some dumplings…"

Everyone was drooling.

Immediately, all eyes were on Feng Wu.

Feng Wu asked the old lady, "What do you think of this flour?"

Old Mrs. Gao was so excited that her legs trembled.

Even in peaceful times, they still could only have dumplings on special occasions and couldn't afford to eat them on a daily basis.

This world belonged to the cultivation masters. Common folks like them could live happily for a whole year just by eating some noodles.

"What? What did you say?" The eldest son estimated that the flour had to weigh at least 50 kg.

A lot of flour had been smeared with mud. The silly girl had poured the flour all over the ground! Old Mrs. Gao was so heartbroken.

Feng Wu smiled at old Mrs. Gao. "Well, I'm only saying that I can feed myself with flour. Can I join your team and go to Northern Yan?"

Yes! Of course, she could!

When the old lady saw the flour, she knew that it was hers. Even if it wasn't, she had to make it happen!

"Ahem!" Granny Gao put on a long face. "Why do you want to team up with my family?"

Feng Wu smiled bitterly. "I only have this bag of flour, but I don't have any company. There are so many people on the road, and I can't take all the food to Northern Yan all by myself. But you have a lot of people. It'll be safer for me to go with you."

Old Mrs. Gao snorted. "I see that you know what you're doing. Since you're so eager to join us, we'll have all the flour!"

Feng Wu was about to nod when Gao Mingjiang frowned. "Wait."

Old Mrs. Gao was about to jump into the flour pile when she heard what her son said. She was furious. Was he trying to sabotage her plan?

Gao Mingjiang glanced at her and said, "The flour has to be at least 50 kg."

They used the same metric system here as in the Junwu Empire.

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