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But there was disappointment. The feeling was like discouragement, like the exhaustion of firewood, and the trust and hope were slowly lost from her mind
Although from a rational point of view, these things are no wonder Qin Wuyan.
But reason is one thing, but emotion is another. She can't control the thoughts in her mind all the time.
Qin Wuyan mumbled her words: "don't you have the right to blame me?"
He smiled bitterly, and this sentence fell on his heart, more cruel than stabbing him.
At the place near the market, Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage with Qin Wuyan's hand. From a distance, he saw that although the porridge shed was simple, it had been built. Beggars and refugees with broken bowls and pots lined up in a long line. From a distance, it seemed that there was no end at a glance.
Jade fragments jumped down from the back carriage and ran to Zhuang Xiaoyu's side. Two people in gorgeous clothes stopped there and immediately attracted all the eyes of those people.
The guard stirred the big jar, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, opened the wooden cover on the jar and shouted, "start dividing the porridge, line up, line up quickly, don't squeeze around, everyone has a share."
The hot rice smell rushed into the air, condensed into water mist in the cold air, and the smell drifted away. Those people didn't smell such a good smell for many days, and suddenly aroused the greedy insects in their stomach.
One by one, they swallowed their saliva, stretched their necks and looked straight ahead. Some children cried greedily.
One person has a small coarse grain steamed bread and a bowl of coarse grain porridge.
Zhuang Xiaoyu, who is well-dressed and well fed, is nothing, but for these refugees and beggars, it is the most delicious life-saving food in the world.
The guard picked up a spoonful of porridge and distributed it to the refugees' broken bowl. These people sat aside with the bowl in their hands, picked up the bowl and poured it into their stomach. They stuffed coarse grain steamed bread into their mouth and wolfed it down.
But how can this food fill your stomach?
It's no different from the tooth sacrifice.
There are also some half aged children. It is when they grow up. The so-called half aged children eat poor Lao Tzu. Their stomach is like a bottomless pit. They are hungry for several days. They suddenly have something to eat. When they eat into their stomach, they feel more and more hungry.
Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't see these eyes staring at the food, and whispered: "these are not enough to eat. We should add some pickles, and the porridge should be thicker..."
Qin Wuyan looked at the scene without expression: "porridge is not to let them eat, but to let them live.
When people are extremely hungry, they don't care whether there are pickles or not. They feel satisfied as long as they have a bite of something to eat. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered in her mind that when she met Qin Wuyan for the first time, the hungry teenager grabbed the bread in her hand and wolfed it down. It was too late to swallow and choked in her throat
She had never tasted hunger and could not understand what it felt like to be starved to death.
At first, in order to stay with Qin Wuyan, he was forced to go on a hunger strike. In fact, he was not hungry to death.
Qin Wuyan added: "moreover, the colder the weather is, the more refugees, victims and beggars will be. The time is too long and there is not much food. If they want to survive the winter safely, they should set the weight of daily assistance
Instead of having enough to eat today and having an empty stomach in the days to come, if so, the whole moon city will be in chaos, and these people will affect the people who work hard... "
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But there was disappointment. The feeling was like discouragement, like the exhaustion of firewood, and the trust and hope were slowly lost from her mind
Although from a rational point of view, these things are no wonder Qin Wuyan.
But reason is one thing, but emotion is another. She can't control the thoughts in her mind all the time.
Qin Wuyan mumbled her words: "don't you have the right to blame me?"
He smiled bitterly, and this sentence fell on his heart, more cruel than stabbing him.
At the place near the market, Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage with Qin Wuyan's hand. From a distance, he saw that although the porridge shed was simple, it had been built. Beggars and refugees with broken bowls and pots lined up in a long line. From a distance, it seemed that there was no end at a glance.
Jade fragments jumped down from the back carriage and ran to Zhuang Xiaoyu's side. Two people in gorgeous clothes stopped there and immediately attracted all the eyes of those people.
The guard stirred the big jar, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, opened the wooden cover on the jar and shouted, "start dividing the porridge, line up, line up quickly, don't squeeze around, everyone has a share."
The hot rice smell rushed into the air, condensed into water mist in the cold air, and the smell drifted away. Those people didn't smell such a good smell for many days, and suddenly aroused the greedy insects in their stomach.
One by one, they swallowed their saliva, stretched their necks and looked straight ahead. Some children cried greedily.
One person has a small coarse grain steamed bread and a bowl of coarse grain porridge.
Zhuang Xiaoyu, who is well-dressed and well fed, is nothing, but for these refugees and beggars, it is the most delicious life-saving food in the world.
The guard picked up a spoonful of porridge and distributed it to the refugees' broken bowl. These people sat aside with the bowl in their hands, picked up the bowl and poured it into their stomach. They stuffed coarse grain steamed bread into their mouth and wolfed it down.
But how can this food fill your stomach?
It's no different from the tooth sacrifice.
There are also some half aged children. It is when they grow up. The so-called half aged children eat poor Lao Tzu. Their stomach is like a bottomless pit. They are hungry for several days. They suddenly have something to eat. When they eat into their stomach, they feel more and more hungry.
Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't see these eyes staring at the food, and whispered: "these are not enough to eat. We should add some pickles, and the porridge should be thicker..."
Qin Wuyan looked at the scene without expression: "porridge is not to let them eat, but to let them live.
When people are extremely hungry, they don't care whether there are pickles or not. They feel satisfied as long as they have a bite of something to eat. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered in her mind that when she met Qin Wuyan for the first time, the hungry teenager grabbed the bread in her hand and wolfed it down. It was too late to swallow and choked in her throat
She had never tasted hunger and could not understand what it felt like to be starved to death.
At first, in order to stay with Qin Wuyan, he was forced to go on a hunger strike. In fact, he was not hungry to death.
Qin Wuyan added: "moreover, the colder the weather is, the more refugees, victims and beggars will be. The time is too long and there is not much food. If they want to survive the winter safely, they should set the weight of daily assistance
Instead of having enough to eat today and having an empty stomach in the days to come, if so, the whole moon city will be in chaos, and these people will affect the people who work hard... "
But there was disappointment. The feeling was like discouragement, like the exhaustion of firewood, and the trust and hope were slowly lost from her mindAlthough from a rational point of view, these things are no wonder Qin Wuyan.But reason is one thing, but emotion is another. She can't control the thoughts in her mind all the time.Qin Wuyan mumbled her words: "don't you have the right to blame me?"He smiled bitterly, and this sentence fell on his heart, more cruel than stabbing him.At the place near the market, Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage with Qin Wuyan's hand. From a distance, he saw that although the porridge shed was simple, it had been built. Beggars and refugees with broken bowls and pots lined up in a long line. From a distance, it seemed that there was no end at a glance.Jade fragments jumped down from the back carriage and ran to Zhuang Xiaoyu's side. Two people in gorgeous clothes stopped there and immediately attracted all the eyes of those people.The guard stirred the big jar, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, opened the wooden cover on the jar and shouted, "start dividing the porridge, line up, line up quickly, don't squeeze around, everyone has a share."The hot rice smell rushed into the air, condensed into water mist in the cold air, and the smell drifted away. Those people didn't smell such a good smell for many days, and suddenly aroused the greedy insects in their stomach.One by one, they swallowed their saliva, stretched their necks and looked straight ahead. Some children cried greedily.One person has a small coarse grain steamed bread and a bowl of coarse grain porridge.Zhuang Xiaoyu, who is well-dressed and well fed, is nothing, but for these refugees and beggars, it is the most delicious life-saving food in the world.The guard picked up a spoonful of porridge and distributed it to the refugees' broken bowl. These people sat aside with the bowl in their hands, picked up the bowl and poured it into their stomach. They stuffed coarse grain steamed bread into their mouth and wolfed it down.But how can this food fill your stomach?It's no different from the tooth sacrifice.There are also some half aged children. It is when they grow up. The so-called half aged children eat poor Lao Tzu. Their stomach is like a bottomless pit. They are hungry for several days. They suddenly have something to eat. When they eat into their stomach, they feel more and more hungry.Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't see these eyes staring at the food, and whispered: "these are not enough to eat. We should add some pickles, and the porridge should be thicker..."Qin Wuyan looked at the scene without expression: "porridge is not to let them eat, but to let them live.When people are extremely hungry, they don't care whether there are pickles or not. They feel satisfied as long as they have a bite of something to eat. "Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered in her mind that when she met Qin Wuyan for the first time, the hungry teenager grabbed the bread in her hand and wolfed it down. It was too late to swallow and choked in her throatShe had never tasted hunger and could not understand what it felt like to be starved to death.At first, in order to stay with Qin Wuyan, he was forced to go on a hunger strike. In fact, he was not hungry to death.Qin Wuyan added: "moreover, the colder the weather is, the more refugees, victims and beggars will be. The time is too long and there is not much food. If they want to survive the winter safely, they should set the weight of daily assistanceInstead of having enough to eat today and having an empty stomach in the days to come, if so, the whole moon city will be in chaos, and these people will affect the people who work hard... "
