Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Ye Qing glanced at the shelter they had stayed in and had an idea. She said, “Jinhuang, help me pack up the blankets over there. I’ll handle the cart. We need to leave quickly.”

After thinking, Ye Qing said to the little dumpling, “Yangyang, go help your sister pack, okay?”

“Okay, oh.” When it came to serious tasks, the little dumpling was always extra obedient.

She ran to Jiang Jinhuang’s side. Ye Qing looked at the big and small figures, seeing them busy, and felt slightly relieved.

Ye Qing moved everything off the cart. Feeling a bit guilty, she glanced at Jiang Jinhuang, seeing both were occupied. With a thought, she stored the two-wheeled cart in her space and replaced it with the four-wheeled cart she had just exchanged for.

She glanced back guiltily, noticing Jiang Jinhuang folding blankets, too busy to look her way. With another thought, Ye Qing released the horses.

After finishing, Ye Qing straightened up. She hitched the cart to the horses, tying them securely with rope, then started loading the items back onto the cart.

While Ye Qing worked, Jiang Jinhuang finished folding the five blankets from the shelter. When she looked at Ye Qing, she saw the cart was ready.

Jiang Jinhuang’s expression relaxed. She carried two blankets over.

Ye Qing hurried to take them, neatly placing them on the cart.

Jiang Jinhuang went back for more blankets. As for the little dumpling, she wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she followed Jiang Jinhuang back and forth, exhausted.

When Ye Qing placed the last blanket on the cart, Jiang Jinhuang stood by the cart, wiping sweat from her forehead. She noticed something odd. The cart seemed much larger than before. She clearly remembered it had two wheels, but now it had four.

Jiang Jinhuang thought she must still be affected by her dew period, hallucinating. She closed her eyes, shook her head, trying to clear the unrealistic thoughts, but when she opened her eyes, the cart still had four wheels.

Pointing at the cart in disbelief, she looked at Ye Qing and asked, “Ye Qing, why does the cart look different?”

Ye Qing’s eyes flickered. She scratched the back of her neck and made up an excuse. “You must have seen it wrong. This is the same cart we’ve always used. You’re still in your dew period, so it’s normal to feel dazed. Now’s not the time for this. You and Yangyang get on the cart. I’ll lead the horse so we can move faster.”

Jiang Jinhuang wanted to ask more, but knowing the danger, she suppressed her questions. She grabbed the cart’s edge to climb up.

Seeing her struggle, Ye Qing supported her waist, helping her onto the cart.

When Jiang Jinhuang looked at her, Ye Qing said, “Sit by the blankets. I’ll lift Yangyang up.”

Ye Qing scooped up the little dumpling, placing her beside Jiang Jinhuang, and said, “Hold on tight. We’re leaving now. We need to get out of this forest.”

“Okay.” Jiang Jinhuang had a belly full of questions but could only stay silent for now.

Ye Qing walked briskly to the horse, took the reins, and the horse moved forward, pulling the cart. Though not as comfortable as a covered carriage, not walking was a relief for Jiang Jinhuang, who had been on foot for days.

Sitting on the cart, Jiang Jinhuang looked at the little dumpling and asked, “Yangyang, do you think this cart is different from before?”

The little one shook her head immediately. Though she thought the cart was much bigger, big enough for her and her sister to sit together, she shook her head firmly. Sister Ye said it was the same cart, so it must be. After all, Sister Ye was the most amazing person she knew, able to cook, fight bad guys, and even climb trees while carrying her.

The little one had a mysterious filter for Ye Qing, believing she could do anything and was always right.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at her sister, puzzled by her seriousness. She started doubting herself. Could she really have seen it wrong?

Too distracted to notice the scenery, Jiang Jinhuang sank into thought.

She soon realized last night wasn’t just odd because of the cart. The horses were gone too.

After the three climbed the tree, she had looked down. Only the shelter, cart, and fire remained—no horses. Though panicked, she was sure she hadn’t misseen.

This made her even more confused. Looking at Ye Qing leading the horse, she felt she couldn’t figure her out.

Ye Qing thought she had dodged suspicion again. In a good mood, she pulled the cart forward. With the four-wheeled cart, they moved faster. In half an hour, they were back on the main road.

Their group was eye-catching: a female Qianyuan, a female Kunze, and a child, with horses. It was like writing “come rob me” on their faces.

Because Jiang Jinhuang’s dew period delayed them two days, the people on the road had changed. These new people didn’t know Ye Qing’s strength, so some started getting ideas.

Ye Qing didn’t bother with them. Horses attracted attention, but she’d rather be noticed than drag the cart herself.

As she pulled the cart forward, refugees occasionally glanced at the three or their horses, but no one acted rashly.

Near noon, Ye Qing planned to stop in the roadside woods for a quick bite before continuing. They had left too quickly to eat breakfast.

With that, Ye Qing pulled the cart to the roadside and said to Jiang Jinhuang and the little dumpling, “Let’s find a spot to rest and eat lunch.”

“Okay,” Jiang Jinhuang nodded.

Ye Qing led the cart a short distance into the woods, about twenty meters from the road, where they could still see the main road.

As they entered, several groups of refugees followed, cooking nearby, keeping their distance.

Ye Qing secured the cart and took out her long knife, sticking it into the ground.

The nearby refugees, not expecting her to have a knife, looked at them more cautiously.

Ye Qing didn’t care. She took out a flint and knife to start a fire, but Jiang Jinhuang stopped her. “I’ll do it. You’ve been working all morning, and your hands are injured. Don’t make it worse.”

Ye Qing thought it made sense and handed her the flint and knife. “Fine, you’re right.”

But Ye Qing didn’t idle. She took a clay pot from the cart, scooped half a bowl of rice, and grabbed three salted duck eggs.

She placed them by Jiang Jinhuang. “Let’s eat simply for lunch. We’ll cook properly tonight.”

Jiang Jinhuang nodded. Seeing the duck eggs, she couldn’t hold back. She didn’t mean to doubt Ye Qing, but their rice never ran out, and they casually ate fish, meat, and duck eggs. How could she not be suspicious?

Still, she said nothing. She rinsed the rice, poured water from the pot to make thick porridge, and peeled the duck eggs into a bowl for later.

After this, she looked at Ye Qing, feeling uneasy. “Let me see your hands.”

Seeing she didn’t mention the cart, Ye Qing relaxed and obediently held out her hands, palms up.

Ye Qing’s hands, from gripping the rope, weren’t clean, with dried bl00d in the palms.

Jiang Jinhuang frowned. “I’ll rinse them with clean water. Do we have medicine?”

Ye Qing nodded, went to the cart to get medicine—actually taking it from her space, obtained from soldiers last time.

She brought the medicine and bandage bundle. “It’s not serious. Some spots are almost scabbed.”

“No, we’re in the wild without doctors. We can’t be careless. I’ll rinse your wounds first.”

Jiang Jinhuang opened the gourd, and Ye Qing reached to scrub her hands.

Jiang Jinhuang stopped her. “Don’t move. I’ll do it.”

She poured water slowly with her left hand, gently wiping Ye Qing’s hands with her right.

Ye Qing wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but the spiritual spring water seemed to soothe her wounds.

After rinsing, Jiang Jinhuang dried her hands with a clean cloth, applied a bit of hemostatic powder to the wounds, and bandaged both hands.

“They should scab by tomorrow, so no need to bandage again. We need to save the powder and bandages. It’s a long way south.”

“Okay, I’ll check tomorrow. If they’ve scabbed, I won’t bandage,” Jiang Jinhuang said, packing the medicine and bandages.

She casually asked, “Where did this medicine come from?”

“Got it from those soldiers last time. I kept it since it’s useful,” Ye Qing said with a dry laugh.

Jiang Jinhuang gave her a deep look, nodded, and returned the bundle to the cart.

Their interaction was noticed by many around. Some, intimidated by Ye Qing’s knife, grew bold again seeing her injured hands.

Several groups of refugees whispered, some laughing loudly, but none acted, each hoping to benefit from others’ moves.

Feeling hostile gazes, Ye Qing turned and saw a bald man staring at Jiang Jinhuang.

Ye Qing stood, blocking Jiang Jinhuang, her eyes meeting the man’s.