The knives and pots were not taken out, and those machetes and sickles would definitely be confiscated by the officers and soldiers.

After Song Shangshang sorted out the things in the space, she yawned and planned to go to bed.

These things in her space occupy half of her space...

The main thing is the two large wooden barrels, big, wide and high, where to put them?

Song Shangshang looked at the two big wooden barrels in his mind and frowned slightly. It was a waste to keep the wooden barrel like this.

Why don't she put some water in it?

Do it as soon as you say it.

Get up, lock the door, go out and walk to the kitchen with slightest hands.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and now both the officials and the prisoners are asleep and start to have dreams.

Song Shangshang rinsed the wooden barrel a few times before filling it with water. Fortunately, there was a lot of water in the kitchen water tank.

There were several large tanks, otherwise it would not be enough for her to fit.

Song Shangshang put the bathtub filled with water into the space, took out the mineral water bottle that he had drunk before, and filled it with water regardless of whether it was 20 or 21 years.

Their drinking water used on their way to exile was lake or river water, and they could not drink it raw, for fear of stomachache and parasites!

Now she will decorate her more if she has well water.

When she finished this series, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening and it was time to go to bed, otherwise she would be out of energy when she was on the road the next day.

The next day.

At five o'clock in the morning, the system alarm clock rang.

Song Shangshang opened his eyes, yawned up, went out to look outside, there was no movement, it seemed that the officials who were tired after the high-intensity rushing on the road two days ago were also tired.

This is a sleeping place!

She turned around and looked at the three people who were still sleeping on the bed, took out water from the space and started washing their faces and brushing their teeth.

After washing up, I put on my clothes, and then I found a problem, that is, her hair is very long now, and she can't comb the ancient buns and can't cut them short. In the end, there was no way, so Song Shangshang directly combed her into a bun, and found out that the wooden hairpin given to her by the boss of the Rouge Shop yesterday was fixed on the top of her head.

It's well-combed, and it won't come off no matter how hard it is.

It just looks like a man's bun, but don't care!

Who cares about what hairstyle you comb on the way to exile?

Then, the other three people in the house prepared water to wash their faces and brush their teeth, wipe their faces, tooth powder and other things to wake up the sleeping three people.

"Mom, I'm here, little sister, you guys wake up."

The three of them opened their eyes in a daze, with confusion in their eyes.

"Get up first to wash and eat, and the official will come over and call people later."

The three of them were stunned in the bed for a few seconds before getting up. In fact, it was not too late to wait until the official officer woke up and then get up. There was no need to get up so early.

But Song Shangshang didn't want to wait for the official to wake him up. When the official to wake him up, they had no time to wash their faces and brush their teeth.

Now if you have the chance, wash your face and brush your teeth. That bad breath is not her, but she can't stand it if she speaks.

My mother Su Yunrou washed herself, and she washed the two young men.

Song Shangshang also combed her bun for her younger brother Song Huaizhi and her younger sister Song Huaike like she combed her hair.

In fact, it’s nice to comb your bun and it’s refreshing. It’s so hot to wear long hair in this summer.

"Mom, I'll make you a bun too!" Song Shangshang walked over with the comb.

But Su Yunrou shook her head and refused, "Shangshang's bun doesn't look good, I will comb it myself."

"Not good-looking?" Her mother still knew whether it looked good!

It just doesn't look good.

"It looks pretty good. I'll make you a different bun."
Chapter completed!