Chapter 122: Giving Porridge
“Ahem…”
"Hey! Why is she coughing up blood? It can't be tuberculosis!" From a certain team, a very old-looking woman was pushed out.
“How are you pushing someone!” A vicissitudes of life man behind the woman obviously wanted to raise his voice, but his physical strength no longer allowed it.
People criticized one after another: "If you have tuberculosis and you still crowd in the crowd, what should you do if you are infected?"
No one wants to get sick, even refugees.
The vicissitudes of life man still wanted to argue, but he was accidentally pushed out of the team.
“You...why are you like this!”
The people behind quickly took up their positions, paying no attention to the man's accusations.
"Daughter-in-law..." The man supported the woman, his eyes were moist, and his chapped lips could not stop trembling.
"Ahem...forget it, that's all, hurry up and queue up, there's still time to get to the back..." The woman was very weak, "If you had known better, you wouldn't have taken me to the queue, and you would have been harmed...ahem!"
She coughed violently, and the team next to her leaned to the other side in disgust.
The team in the shed at Qiandingmen can be said to be an exclusive team for the old, weak, sick and disabled. People who have been squeezed out of other teams are constantly coming to the back of the team at Qiandingmen.
Unlike the refugees who were kind-hearted in the past, the extreme hunger was very terrifying. If the officers and soldiers weren't watching, and the people giving porridge were mostly cultivators, they would definitely not be able to defeat them. Otherwise, these teams would not be able to line up.
Chen Muxue saw that the team was almost done, and then opened the lid. Immediately, the fragrance of rice, which was several times stronger than that of other stalls, floated out. Some officers and soldiers couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw the white rice in the vat. They I can’t bear to cook such thick porridge at home!
The people in the team next to them widened their eyes even more. As soon as someone was distracted, he couldn't help but walk out of the team and wanted to join the team at Qian Dingmen. However, he received a cold look from Chen Muxue and was too frightened to move. If he wants to return to his original position in the team, there is no place left for him! So I could only queue up to the end in despair, but I was the last in the Qianding Sect team.
Maybe you can eat it! People take chances.
Chen Muxue filled every bowl boldly. It’s a joke. She has been a chef for so many years. Doesn’t she still know how many bowls of porridge can be filled?
The old, weak, sick and disabled refugees had no hope at all. Unexpectedly, the next moment, they would be holding a bowl full of rice porridge in their hands. Some of them could not help but burst into tears after taking only one bite.
You must know that they had no choice but to leave their hometowns. Some people came all the way, and there were only one or two people left in the family. The weather in July made their hearts feel cold.
However, when this mouthful of porridge was eaten, their cold hearts were warmed. This warmth filled their whole bodies, and tears fell unconsciously.
There are still good people in the world!
They knew that this shed belonged to Qian Ding Sect. After arriving in Qingshan County, they also heard many rumors about Qian Ding Sect, saying how cruel and vicious the beautiful girl in front of them was.
However, looking around, they didn’t know if those rumors were true. They only knew that this girl had a kind heart!
Although they are not living well, their eyes are not blind and their hearts are not blind... Well, okay, there is a doll over there supporting the blind grandpa... This is not the point. The point is that they clearly saw that this girl was waiting for them. A weak person gives porridge last, which shows that this girl is kind-hearted!(End of this chapter)