Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Seeing Ye Qing bring her food again, Song Zhao felt so moved that her eyes reddened. “Thank you, Master,” she said gratefully.

Ye Qing smiled at her and said, “I was busy killing a horse this morning and forgot to change your dressing. After eating, I’ll help you change it.”

“Thank you, Master,” Song Zhao replied. She nodded obediently and ate the meat-stuffed flatbread Ye Qing gave her with a smiling gaze.

After just a few bites, Song Zhao widened her eyes. She had never tasted such delicious food. When she worked as a servant for the wealthy household, they never got such good meat. Feeling touched, she ate heartily.

Fearing Song Zhao might choke, Ye Qing placed a bowl of water beside her. After doing this, she went back and made a flatbread for herself, then ate eagerly.

Being very hungry, Ye Qing ate three flatbreads before feeling almost full. Jiang Jinhuang ate two, and the little one ate one.

Ye Qing then made another flatbread and brought it to Song Zhao. Song Zhao ate it all.

After eating, Jiang Jinhuang cleaned the pots and bowls. Ye Qing went to Song Zhao’s side and said, “I’ll change your dressing now.”

“Okay, thank you, Master,” Song Zhao replied quickly.

Ye Qing lifted the quilt and removed the bandage bit by bit. However, the bandage covering the wound stuck to the flesh again at the end.

Ye Qing took iodine from the medical kit nearby. She wet a cotton ball with iodine and used a cotton swab to moisten the wound and gauze bit by bit. Finally, she removed the gauze.

The wound was still red but hadn’t festered again. Ye Qing disinfected the wound twice with iodine and then took out the disinfectant.

Ye Qing said, “This will hurt a bit when I clean your wound. Bear with it.”

“I’m not afraid, Master. Go ahead,” Song Zhao replied. She gritted her teeth, waiting for Ye Qing’s next move.

Ye Qing dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant and began the final cleaning of the wound. Song Zhao’s body trembled, but she didn’t make a sound.

Ye Qing finished cleaning the wound and wiped the surrounding area. Then, she rewrapped the wound with gauze.

“Your wound is healing well. Don’t move around these days, and there shouldn’t be any big problems,” Ye Qing said.

“Okay, thank you, Master,” Song Zhao replied gratefully. Her Master didn’t despise her and even saved her.

Ye Qing carried the medical kit back. The little one looked at the kit curiously and asked, “Sister Ye, what’s in there?”

“It’s medicine for healing people. Be good and don’t touch it,” Ye Qing answered.

“Okay,” the little one said. She nodded her little head.

While no one was looking, Ye Qing put the medical kit back into her space.

Jiang Jinhuang urged her and the little one to rest. “Yangyang, you played all morning. Go sleep. And you, Ye Qing, you were busy all morning. Go rest. I’ll keep watch.”

Ye Qing nodded and obediently took the little one for a nap. She lifted the little one high, teasing her playfully. “Let’s go take a nap!”

“Yay!” the little one replied excitedly, raising her hands.

Jiang Jinhuang watched them, her lips twitching. She thought Ye Qing was maybe three and a half years old at most, as childish as Yangyang.

Jiang Jinhuang looked at them with mock disdain, but her lips couldn’t stop curving upward.

Ye Qing played with the little one for a bit, and then both obediently went to sleep.

Jiang Jinhuang used the time to tidy the temple again. She sat by the fire briefly and then heard footsteps outside the temple door, followed by voices talking.

“There’s a ruined temple. I’m exhausted. Let’s rest inside,” one voice said.

“Good, finally a place to stay. I’m so tired,” another replied.

The footsteps grew closer. Jiang Jinhuang was about to wake Ye Qing, but Ye Qing woke up first.

Ye Qing got up from the quilt. She already held a long sword in her right hand. As she stood, the people outside pushed open the door.

Ye Qing looked over. It was likely a family of five. Two were older, a man and a woman, probably the parents of the others. The young man was a Qianyuan, and the young woman was a Kunze. She held a boy, about three or four years old.

The five saw bl00d outside but thought it was left by passersby. They didn’t expect anyone in the temple.

Seeing Ye Qing holding a long sword, the older man stepped forward with a smile. “Miss, we’re just passing through. It’s freezing outside, so we thought to stay in the temple for a few nights. Could you make it convenient for us?”

Ye Qing frowned slightly. She wasn’t unreasonable. The temple wasn’t hers, so she had no right to stop others.

Thinking this, Ye Qing nodded slightly and warned, “You can stay. We’re borrowing this place too. Just one thing: don’t disturb us, or don’t blame me for being rude.”

Ye Qing’s expression was stern, and the sword in her hand looked intimidating.

The older man saw Ye Qing with a beautiful young Kunze and a child. He guessed Ye Qing wasn’t ordinary. Anyone surviving the famine escape wasn’t foolish.

He quickly bowed and smiled. “Yes, yes, we understand, Miss. We won’t dare disturb you. Thank you for your kindness.”

He glared at his family and urged, “Quick, thank her.”

The others thanked her repeatedly. The young Qianyuan man frowned. He didn’t understand why his father was so submissive to a frail female Qianyuan. It felt degrading.

The older man saw his son’s cluelessness and pushed his head. He scolded, “You’re getting more disrespectful. Thank her.”

“Why do you bow to everyone now, Father?” the young Qianyuan muttered unhappily.

“Hey, you brat, you need a beating,” the older man said. He kicked his son’s backside and then turned to Ye Qing, bowing apologetically. “Sorry, sorry, he’s young. Don’t mind him, Miss.”

You don’t hit a smiling face. Ye Qing couldn’t say much and nodded slightly.

The older man bowed to Ye Qing again and urged, “Shilong, go tie up the donkey and pull our cart in.”

“Got it,” the young Qianyuan replied. He quickly complied.

The older woman went to the left side of the temple. She put her bundle on the ground and took the child from the young woman’s arms. “Erqing, start a fire. Don’t let your brother get cold.”

“Got it, Mother,” the Kunze woman said. She began lighting a fire.

The older man and the young man, Shilong, pulled the cart inside. As they entered, the older man nodded to Ye Qing with a smile.

Ye Qing watched them enter expressionlessly. She exchanged a glance with Jiang Jinhuang. Ye Qing leaned close to Jiang Jinhuang and whispered, “We can’t let our guard down. We need to stay alert.”

“I know,” Jiang Jinhuang replied. She nodded in agreement.

The five bustled for a while. They laid out their bedding like Ye Qing’s group and then rested.

Once settled, Zhou Shilong whispered, “Father, why do you bow to everyone now? You’re acting like a servant.”

“Hey, you little punk, you need another lesson. You lack experience. That female Qianyuan—is she ordinary?” the older man whispered.

Zhou Shilong glanced at Ye Qing. To him, she was just an ordinary, frail female Qianyuan, nothing special.

“Just a weak female Qianyuan. I don’t see anything else,” Zhou Shilong said bluntly.

The older man nearly exploded with anger. He scolded, “If I hadn’t traveled with the theater troupe, seen all sorts, and dealt with people, do you think we’d have made it this far safely? It’s because I swallow my pride that we survive.”

“You could stop swallowing it,” Zhou Shilong muttered softly. His father always bragged about his travels, and he was tired of hearing it.

“Hey, you need another kick,” the older man said. He grabbed his shoe and threw it at his son. It hit Zhou Shilong squarely, nearly knocking him out with the smell.

After throwing the shoe, the older man felt better. He leaned close to his son and whispered, “Don’t let her frail look fool you. Her sword-handling is skilled. Look at the woman and child with her.”

“So what? We have my sister and Xiaofei too,” Zhou Shilong said, still confused.

The older man saw his son was hopeless and said directly, “That Kunze with her is so beautiful. If she weren’t capable, could she protect her? Plus, they have a kid. Trust me, don’t mess with her.”

He looked at the other three and warned, “Don’t provoke that woman and her group. Understood?”

They all nodded. The older man felt slightly relieved seeing their agreement.

He used to recruit business for the troupe leader and had a knack for reading people. His instincts told him not to provoke Ye Qing.

“Alright, cook. We’ve been hungry all day,” the older man ordered.

Zhou Shilong put rice in the pot. He glanced at Ye Qing’s group nervously and whispered, “Father, will that woman target our food?”

The older man quickly checked Ye Qing’s side. Seeing they weren’t looking, he relaxed slightly. He shushed Zhou Shilong and whispered, “The horse outside was probably theirs. They don’t care about your food. Cook and stop talking nonsense.”

The older man looked at his son and sighed repeatedly. If he were gone, this family would likely perish.

Zhou Shilong carefully cooked rice porridge. Soon, the hot porridge was ready.

“Serve an extra bowl later. I’ll take one to that miss. We’re on their turf,” the older man instructed.

Zhou Shilong wanted to argue but was silenced by his father’s glare.

When the porridge was ready, the older man carefully carried a bowl to Ye Qing’s group and smiled. “Miss, we’re simple folk with little to offer. We’ve disturbed you today. This bowl of porridge is my apology. Please accept it.”

Ye Qing stood up and refused. “It’s fine. I said the temple isn’t mine. Anyone can stay. Just one thing: don’t disturb us. I don’t want the porridge. Go back, sir.”

“Alright, alright, my apologies for overstepping. Rest well, Miss,” the older man said kindly. He smiled at Ye Qing and left.

Ye Qing watched the older man. He was clever, saying the right things to the right people, and could set aside pride when needed. No wonder he survived this far.

As for the porridge, Ye Qing wouldn’t take it. They didn’t lack food. Even if they did, she wouldn’t dare accept it. What if it was tampered with? In the wild, you can’t be too careful.

Back at his side, the older man heard his son muttering.

“Serves you right. Your flattery backfired,” Zhou Shilong said.

The older man kicked Zhou Shilong again, annoyed. “You dare mock your father? What are you glaring at? Drink your porridge quietly. You know nothing. They may not want it, but we must show manners.”