Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 62

Chapter 62

At midnight, Ye Qing woke Jiang Jinhuang up. They switched shifts. Ye Qing felt sleepy now and slept directly in the spot where Jiang Jinhuang had just slept, though another quilt was nearby.

Jiang Jinhuang saw Ye Qing sleep in her spot. She didn’t say anything and only glanced at Ye Qing.

She got up and stretched briefly. Then, she sat by the fire and watched it closely.

They stayed in the ruined temple, which at least blocked the wind. Jiang Jinhuang could hear the howling wind outside. Soon, snowflakes began falling. It started snowing outside.

Ye Qing woke up early in the morning, feeling cold. Through the dilapidated temple door, she could see heavy snow falling outside.

Ye Qing shivered and stood up. She asked, “When did it start snowing?”

“Last night, not long after you fell asleep. It hasn’t stopped yet,” Jiang Jinhuang replied, looking at the weather outside. She felt worried. She didn’t know how much food Ye Qing had. With the heavy snow, if it got worse, they might be stuck here for days.

Ye Qing didn’t mind much. They had enough food, and they had saved someone. Staying a few more days wasn’t a problem.

Thinking this, she bent down and touched the woman’s forehead. She could feel the woman’s forehead was no longer hot. Ye Qing checked her breathing and confirmed she was alive. Then, she felt relieved.

Jiang Jinhuang walked over and asked, “How is she?”

“The fever has gone down. If her wounds heal normally, she should survive,” Ye Qing said. She then went to wash up.

After washing, she urged Jiang Jinhuang to lie down and rest. She herself set up the iron pot to prepare breakfast. Plenty of chicken soup and some meat remained from last night. The dry flatbreads from the bandits were gone, but they hadn’t eaten the oil naan yet.

Ye Qing tore two pieces of oil naan into small bits and put them in the pot. Soon, the dry naan absorbed the chicken soup, looking very appetizing.

The little one woke up, smelling the aroma. Her small nose sniffed eagerly, and her little mouth chattered nonstop. “It smells so good!”

Jiang Jinhuang carefully picked up the little one. “Let’s wash up first. You can eat soon.”

“Yay, yay!” The little one happily hugged her sister and went to wash up.

After washing her face, the little one fully woke up. Through the half-broken wooden door of the temple, she saw the heavy snow outside.

Yangyang pointed outside. “It’s snowing, Sister! I want to play.”

Jiang Jinhuang rubbed her sister’s head and smiled. “Eat breakfast first, then play.”

“Okay!” The little one nodded eagerly.

While they talked, Ye Qing had served three bowls of chicken soup with oil naan. As usual, she placed the little one’s portion on the big stone. The little one used the stone as a table, with her special small bowl on it. She scooped the food with a spoon and ate bit by bit.

Ye Qing also started eating. The oil naan, soaked in chicken soup, was soft and sticky. The naan’s aroma mixed with the soup’s fresh flavor. Ye Qing couldn’t stop eating.

She ate two bowls in a row. Then, she served another bowl and walked to the woman. She gently pushed her. “Wake up. Eat something before sleeping again.”

The woman woke up from Ye Qing’s nudge. Ye Qing saw her cracked lips and took a porcelain bowl. She poured water and fed the woman a few sips with a spoon.

The woman gave Ye Qing a weak smile. She coughed a few times before speaking. “Thank you, Master, for saving me. Without you, I wouldn’t have survived yesterday.”

“Don’t call me Master. Call me by my name, Ye Qing,” Ye Qing said. She wasn’t used to being called Master.

“How can that be? You saved me. From now on, you are my Master,” the woman said haltingly, though her spirit was much better than yesterday.

Ye Qing saw her insistence and didn’t argue further. She asked, “What’s your name? Why were you alone in the temple?”

“My name is Song Zhao. I was injured protecting my employer. They saw my wounds were severe and left me here. If Master hadn’t saved me, I’d be dead,” Song Zhao replied.

Ye Qing nodded. “Don’t talk about that now. Eat something first.”

Saying this, Ye Qing scooped some chicken soup with oil naan and fed it to Song Zhao’s mouth.

Song Zhao’s eyes nearly teared up. She hadn’t expected to survive and meet someone as kind as Ye Qing. “Thank you, Master.”

She looked at the food in the bowl and said nervously, “Master, you don’t need to give me such good food. Just enough to keep me from starving is fine.”

When she was with the employer’s family, she got one full meal a day, usually coarse grains. She never dared dream of eating such good food.

Ye Qing frowned. “That won’t do. Your back wounds haven’t healed. You need to nourish your body. Eat quickly.”

Ye Qing said this and handed over the spoon.

Song Zhao looked at Ye Qing gratefully and ate. She was so hungry she swallowed without tasting.

Ye Qing quickly said, “Eat slowly. You’re still injured. Don’t choke.”

“Okay, okay,” Song Zhao replied. After several bites, she slowed down. She tasted the chicken and even ate a few pieces.

She looked at Ye Qing in disbelief. Before the famine, with her family’s situation, she rarely ate chicken. After the famine, she had forgotten the taste of meat.

Song Zhao felt grateful to Ye Qing but thought she didn’t deserve such expensive meat. She feared saying this might upset Ye Qing, so she obediently ate bite by bite.

Ye Qing fed her a whole bowl. Worried that lying still might cause digestion issues, Ye Qing didn’t feed her more. She instructed, “I’ll change your wound dressing tomorrow. It’s snowing outside, so we can’t leave anyway. We’ll stay and help you a few more days.”

At this moment, Ye Qing hadn’t decided to take Song Zhao with them. After all, you can know someone’s face but not their heart. She needed to observe her a few more days.

Song Zhao smiled weakly at Ye Qing’s words. Indeed, saving her life was already kind. A lowly person like her probably wasn’t worth their attention. Her Master likely wouldn’t take her along. But in this vast world, with only herself left in her family, where could she go?

Song Zhao smiled bitterly. Her mother told her to live well, but in these hard times, she didn’t know how long she could hold on.

Meanwhile, the little one saw Ye Qing was done and tugged at her skirt, acting cute. “Sister Ye, it’s so pretty outside. I want to go play!”

Ye Qing saw it was still snowing heavily. She pinched the little one’s face. “It’s snowing. Aren’t you afraid of the cold?”

“Not afraid, not afraid! Just play a little,” the little one said sweetly, rubbing against Ye Qing.

Ye Qing couldn’t resist and shook her head, chuckling. “Fine, but only for a little while. Getting sick from the cold will feel bad.”

“Okay!” The little one eagerly tried to pull Ye Qing outside.

Ye Qing picked up the impatient little one. “Wait. Let your sister put your hat and gloves on.”

Ye Qing brought the little one to Jiang Jinhuang. Jiang Jinhuang shook her head, smiling helplessly. “Remember, only play a little and come back quickly.”

“Okay, I know,” the little one said, hugging her sister’s leg and acting cute.

Jiang Jinhuang put a white hat with rabbit ears on the little one’s head. Then, she put gloves on her. While adjusting them, she instructed Ye Qing, “Bring her back after a bit. The snow is too heavy.”

“Don’t worry,” Ye Qing replied, smiling at her.

Ye Qing also put on the gloves Jiang Jinhuang had sewn for her. Then, she led the little one toward the temple door.

Song Zhao watched their interaction and smiled. So, her Master and this Kunze woman were family, and the child was their sister. But her body was still weak, and she soon fell asleep again.

Ye Qing took the little one outside. The little one ran out joyfully. As soon as she reached the snow, her short legs sank halfway in. Excitedly, she stomped around, leaving small footprints everywhere.

Finding it fun, the little one giggled and looked at Ye Qing. “Sister Ye, look at me! Hehe, it’s so fun.”

“Be careful. Don’t fall,” Ye Qing said. She wasn’t idle either. While watching the little one, she took a broom from her space. Fearing the snow might block the temple door, she swept the snow away from the entrance.

The little one played excitedly and, not paying attention, fell backward onto the snow.

Lying on the ground, the little one didn’t cry. Instead, she giggled happily.

Ye Qing had just swept a bit of snow when she saw the little one fall. She quickly dropped the broom, picked her up from the snow, and brushed the snow off her clothes. “Be careful. Did it hurt?”

The little one shook her head, laughing. “It didn’t hurt. It’s soft and fun.”

“Fun or not, don’t lie on the ground. You’ll get sick from the cold. Be good. I’ll clear the snow at the door a bit,” Ye Qing instructed seriously.

The little one quickly nodded and ran back to play in the snow.

Ye Qing sighed and shook her head, smiling. She shouldn’t try reasoning with a three-year-old. The little one forgot as soon as she turned around.

Sure enough, the little one grabbed a handful of snow and happily started shaping it.

Ye Qing quickly swept the snow from the entrance. After finishing, she put the broom away. She grabbed a handful of snow and called the little one. “Yangyang, look at me.”

The little one was trying to shape a horse with her snow. Hearing Ye Qing call, she obediently turned to look at Ye Qing and asked innocently, “Sister Ye, what’s up?”

Ye Qing smiled at her and threw a snowball at the little one. In the apocalypse, Ye Qing was a sharpshooter with great talent for such activities. The snowball hit the little one’s chest dead center.

The snowball scattered, leaving a white patch on her chest. The little one’s eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe Ye Qing attacked her. Then she giggled, grabbed some snow, and threw it at Ye Qing, mimicking her. “Sister Ye, take this!”

Ye Qing dodged nimbly. She grabbed another handful and threw it at the little one. The snowball hit her chest again. Unsteady, she fell into the snow.

Even after being hit, the little one wasn’t upset. She sat in the snow, giggling. She grabbed more snowballs and threw them at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing didn’t dodge this time. The little one’s snowballs hit her several times, making the little one giggle with delight.

Jiang Jinhuang heard the laughter outside and got curious. She walked to the door and saw the big and small ones throwing snowballs at each other playfully.

Jiang Jinhuang laughed, exasperated. She walked out and looked at Ye Qing. “Ye Qing, how old are you? Why are you playing around with Yangyang?”

“The same age as you. What’s wrong?” Ye Qing saw her come out and smiled. Without hesitation, she threw a snowball at Jiang Jinhuang. It hit her neck, nearly slipping into her clothes.

Jiang Jinhuang hadn’t expected Ye Qing to throw a snowball at her. She quickly bent down, made a snowball, and said, “You just wait.”