Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 318 A Mao
No matter how fast the donkey cart went, Yan Ciwan always managed to keep up at a comfortable distance.

When they reached the second intersection, she sped up to catch up, grabbed the reins to force the donkey to stop, then dragged it to turn around and go back a short distance before leaving the main road and entering a side road.

The donkey cart was forced to slow down, the handcart stopped jolting violently, and the envoy was finally able to let go and lie down for a good rest.

He felt like his bones were about to fall apart, his whole body ached, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted. He felt nauseous, but he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice or drunk a drop of water since last night, and his stomach was empty, so he couldn't vomit anything.

Along the way, the donkey tried to escape several times, but Yan Ciwan held the reins tightly, and it couldn't shake them off. In the end, it could only follow her pace and continue forward.

After walking for about half an hour, Yan Ciwan saw a small river. She stopped by the river, let the donkey drink water and rest for a while, and opened the cloth bag and put it on the ground. After the donkey finished drinking water, it saw the buckwheat husks in the bag. After hesitating for a moment, it finally couldn't resist the hunger in its stomach, went over and lowered its head to eat.

Yan Ciwan squatted by the river, cupped her hands and drank two mouthfuls of water.

"I want to drink water too."

Yan Ciwan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the envoy propping himself up with one hand, his chin resting on the edge of the cart, covered in sweat, pale-faced, and with chapped lips.

He managed to utter a hoarse voice: "I'm so thirsty, give me some to drink too."

Yan Ciwan spread her hands, looking helpless: "I don't have a container to hold the water, so I can't help you."

"Wrap it up with leaves..."

Yan Ciwan stood up, picked a leaf, rolled it up, and used it as a cup to fill it with some river water.

The envoy eagerly opened his mouth, wanting to drink the water.

Yan Ciwan didn't hand over the water, but instead stood beside the cart and slowly said, "Tell me first, why do you want to go to Xiao'an Village?"

The envoy's eyes gleamed with a green light as he looked at the water so close at hand.

He was so thirsty!
"Give me a sip first."

"If you want water, you have to answer my question first, or I'll pour it out." After saying that, Yan Ciwan made a move to throw away the leaf in her hand.

The envoy hurriedly stopped him: "No, I'll tell you! There are people from the Five Gods Sect in Xiao'an Village. That person can lead us to the main altar."

Yan Ciwan pressed further, "Who was that person?"

After a long pause, the envoy finally said, "It is the village chief of Xiao'an Village."

Yan Ciwan handed over the water: "Open your mouth."

The envoy immediately opened his mouth obediently, and Yan Ciwan tilted the leaf, causing the water inside to flow out and fall into the envoy's mouth.

After finishing the glass of water, he felt he hadn't had enough and said he wanted to drink more.

Yan Ciwan ignored him, threw the leaves aside, walked to the donkey, and picked up the cloth bag.

The donkey, still not full, was very dissatisfied and tried to spit at her again.

Yan Ciwan took out a wild fruit and held it to its mouth.

The donkey was taken aback at first, but then opened its mouth without hesitation and bit into the mountain fruit, eating it in big mouthfuls.

Then Yan Ciwan fed it two more mountain fruits.

The envoy was so jealous of this scene that his face twisted in disbelief.

Why is it that the beast gets to eat so well, while he struggles to even get a sip of water?!
After eating the fresh mountain fruit, the donkey found the woman in front of him much more pleasing to the eye and finally stopped spitting at her.

Yan Ciwan placed the cloth bag containing buckwheat hulls and food on the donkey's back, then lightly tapped its rump with a twig to urge it to continue on its way.

Perhaps because he felt indebted to the donkey for its food, this time the donkey didn't run wildly like a madman; it obediently walked downstream along the path by the river.

The envoy lay on the cart, touching his empty stomach, his mind filled with the image of the donkey gnawing on mountain fruits.

The more I think about it, the hungrier I get; the hungrier I get, the more I think about it.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He propped himself up with his only remaining hand and said to Yan Ciwan, "I want to eat something."

Yan Ciwan glanced at him and casually replied, "No."

Upon hearing this, the envoy flew into a rage and shouted, "I just saw you feeding that beast mountain fruits, and I want to eat mountain fruits too!"

“It’s only right that I feed and water Amao, since it helps me pull the cart. You do nothing all day long and just lie there pretending to be dead. Why should I feed you?”

The envoy was taken aback: "Who is Amao?"

Yan Ciwan raised his hand and pointed at the donkey.

The envoy found it unbelievable that this woman actually named a donkey? And what kind of lousy name is Amao? It sounds so stupid!
"It's a beast, I'm a human being, I can't be compared to it!"

Yan Ciwan said lazily, "But in my eyes, you are no different from it."

The envoy felt greatly humiliated and was so angry that he was trembling all over.

Yan Ciwan suddenly said, "Oh no, I misspoke."

The envoy thought she knew she was wrong and was about to back down and say that a great man would not hold a grudge against a petty person, when he heard the woman say something else.

“Amao is humane, knows how to be grateful, and would not hurt people without reason. You, on the other hand, although you wear human skin, do not do human things. In comparison, Amao is more like a human being than you.”

The envoy nearly fainted from anger.

He glared fiercely at Yan Ciwan, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage.

Sooner or later, he will kill this woman!

And that damned donkey, it'll be slaughtered too!
Yan Ciwan rubbed her stomach, feeling a little hungry. She took out a baked flatbread from the cloth bag on the donkey's back, took a bite, and found it fragrant, crispy, and delicious!
The aroma of sesame flatbread wafted into the envoy's nose, intensifying his hunger.

He didn't want to beg that hateful woman anymore, so he simply lay down again, closed his eyes, and covered his nose, trying to avoid seeing her.

Click click click.

The crisp sound of the sesame flatbread being bitten reached the ears of the envoy.

He wanted to cover his ears, but then he remembered that he only had one hand and couldn't cover his nose and ears at the same time.

Click, click, click.

The sound seemed endless, driving the envoy to distraction and making him so hungry that it almost burned away his reason.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when the sound disappeared, thinking that the woman had finally finished eating.

But then, the familiar clicking sound rang out again.

This time the sound was crisper, and it didn't sound like someone was biting into a biscuit.

Driven by curiosity and a craving for food, the envoy involuntarily opened his eyes. He propped himself up, craned his neck to look, and saw Yan Ciwan munching on mountain fruits.

Yan Ciwan noticed that he was looking at her and took the initiative to explain.

"The flatbread is too dry, let's have some fruit to quench our thirst."

The envoy was so angry he was grinding his teeth. He was starving, while the other party was eating non-stop.

Yan Ciwan frowned: "This fruit is a bit sour. I don't like sour things."

Just as the envoy was about to say that she could eat sour things, she saw her hand the remaining half of the mountain fruit to the donkey's mouth.

The donkey swallowed it whole without any hesitation.

Your Excellency: "..."