Chapter-133: dragging behind the carriage
Although she doesn't like Jessica Lark pleading for her family, if she puts herself in their shoes, she will know that Jessica Lark's family treats her very well. If she doesn't speak up, she would be truly cold hearted.
Nancy lark is the illegitimate daughter of the eldest son of the family. She usually has no sense of existence. At this moment, she looked at Wendy Lark in surprise. This is...letting them go? That's great, I feel lucky to have survived a disaster.
Let others crawl? What does that mean? Many people didn't understand. Wendy Lark's eyes flickered. "We need to hurry on our way, so those who don't have a carriage should... tie a rope to the back of the carriage and drag it along."
Those who support her have a carriage, which means that those who don't support her can just wait to be dragged to death by the horse. It's said to be walking, but once the horse starts running, it's all over.
These frail young men will definitely not be able to withstand this wave of punishment. Zed Lark was horrified and couldn't bear the thought of it, "Wendy Lark, you are going to force us to death!"
Wendy Lark looked puzzled. "Why do you say that? I mean well and am here to help you catch up with the main force. Otherwise, you will be treated as a fugitive." She raised her eyebrows a mocking arc appeared on the corner of her mouth and said
"Well, you want to be fugitives?" Lord Jeff and his entourage quickly drew their swords and pointed them at them. Things are solved like this at the end with many twists and turns under the surprised eyes of others.
The inn was filled with a strong aroma of meat, which was so overbearing and omnipresent that it went straight into one's nose. "It's time for dinner."
The Lark family members immediately came over with their bowls of rice, their eyes shining with excitement. The pots of steaming braised pork were so fragrant. There were so many people crowded together that Wendy Lark couldn't help but frown.
"Line up, line up, don't rush. Men line up over there, women and children line up over here. If you don't line up, you won't get any food." We maintained order before starting to serve the food, divided into two groups, in an orderly manner.
Mary served the rice while Wendy Lark served the meat. She casually put the braised pork with pickled mustard greens on the rice with a spoon. The portions were almost the same and she didn't make any distinction.
With a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of braised pork, everyone had a happy smile on their face. The braised pork was soft and glutinous, and it was so delicious that you could almost swallow it in one bite.
"It's delicious. I wish it was like this every day."
"What are you thinking? The meat and rice are so expensive."
"How is this braised pork made? It's so delicious."
"It should be the Miss Wendy's secret recipe. How does she know so much?"
"I heard that she loves reading books very much. There is great knowledge in books." Everyone's mouths were full of oil, and their favorable impression of Wendy Lark was growing rapidly.
How much energy it must have taken to get so much meat at this time. Rita Lark quietly walked away with the big bowl full of food. Wendy Lark glanced at her indifferently without saying a word.
When the food is handed to her, it is her business whether she eats it or not and who she gives it to. A little girl staggered over, hugged Wendy Lark's legs, and drooled with eager eyes. Wendy Lark looked down and found the child unfamiliar.
"Little boy, whose child are you? What's your name?" The little girl looked greedy, "My name is Foster Tina, pretty sister. I want to eat some meat." Is it from the Foster family? Wendy Lark touched the child's head and smiled slightly and said "You ran away secretly, right?"
All the people here are from the Lark family who support Wendy Lark. Those who don't support her are locked in the house. The Foster family members are also hiding in the house and have not shown up.
The little girl blinked her eyes, "How did you know?" Wendy Lark took a bowl, poured a bowl of rice, half a spoonful of braised pork, and a spoonful of gravy on it, then handed the bowl to the little girl, "Here, take it back and eat."
The little girl's eyes lit up with joy, "Thank you, beautiful sister, you are so kind." She ran away happily with the bowl in her hands. Wendy Lark looked at her receding figure, the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a strange smile.
Everyone ate and drank their fill, and felt particularly satisfied holding their full stomachs. This is life. A family member spoke cautiously, "Miss Wendy, no, family leader, when will the cloth be released? The clothes of my mother and mine are all torn to pieces."
His name is Jimmy Lark. He is not very old and has a widowed mother at home. They live a hard life. Another Family member winked at him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? It will happen eventually. We have to believe in... The Family leader…"
Asking so urgently shows that he doesn't trust Wendy Lark, which is not good. Wendy Lark held up her chin lazily, "There will be meat, and there will be fabric."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tom Lark ran in excitedly, "Sister, the fabric has been moved over." The last thing they lack is cloth. Everybody ran out excitedly, and sure enough, several boxes were unloaded from the carriage.
When the lids were opened, they were filled with neatly arranged cloths. Although it is the most common linen, it is brand new and durable. Wendy Lark touched the cloth and looked at the restless Lark Family members.
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