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Chapter 242: Yuan Zhou’s kindness

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"If you pretend to be kind-hearted, you will become clumsy." Mr. Ma did not accept Yuan Zhou's kindness.

"I know, but aren't your hands bad?" Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.

"Get out of here, old man." Mr. Ma put away all his expressions and said calmly. These words touched his sore spot.

"Wait a minute, I've finished breakfast." Yuan Zhou said in a neutral tone, but his guess became more certain.

"You're pretending to be pitiful with some sapphire on your face?" Mr. Ma looked really angry and spoke indiscriminately.

"No, it looks good." Yuan Zhou swallowed a mouthful of porridge and said naturally.

"In my humble opinion, it's a trick to gain sympathy." Mr. Ma insisted.

"It's okay if you think so." Yuan Zhou said quietly without refuting, but the movements of his hands did not slow down and he continued to eat the porridge from the bowl regularly.

"Want to eat the royal meal? Impossible." Mr. Ma refused forcefully.

"Since you said you wanted to win sympathy, can you be a coward?" Yuan Zhou asked calmly.

"Haha, I've never seen anything before, so what use do you think a little sappan wood can do?" Mr. Ma said with a funny look on his face.

"Okay, I've finished eating. I can send the bowl back after you finish it. This bowl is not mine." Yuan Zhou put down his chopsticks and pointed at the porridge that Mr. Ma had not touched much.

"Hmph." Mr. Ma snorted heavily, stopped talking, and began to drink porridge quietly, but his brows were furrowed tightly.

From the beginning this time, Mr. Ma didn't say a word until Yuan Zhou walked away with the square plate.

"You are so young." Mr. Ma sighed as he looked at Yuan Zhou's back, his tone seemed a little envious.

But Yuan Zhou, who was walking in the village, was surrounded by several children.

"Li Ping, are these the people from other villages like us you are talking about?" One of the little boys who looked more fierce asked the grandson who was staying with the old man.

"That's him, Huang Hu, look at the red spots on his face." Li Ping, the old man's grandson, pointed at the red spots on Yuan Zhou's face and said excitedly.

"Hmph, I heard that this man was stung for collecting honey." Huang Hu said disdainfully.

"Yes, I heard my mother say it this morning." A little girl agreed enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I heard that too." Another little boy stood behind the Yellow Lake, looking the thinnest.

"No, the bag was fine yesterday, but it woke up again in the morning." Li Ping became anxious and couldn't speak clearly.

"That's what a bee stung." Huang Hu concluded.

"No, no, uncle, please tell me quickly." Li Ping first waved anxiously to a few friends, and then said excitedly to Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou looked at the varying degrees of red spots on several people's faces, nodded slightly, and said naturally, "Well, I also have the same red spots as you."

"How do you know you are the same as us? What if you know you are allergic?" Huang Hu was obviously a more sensible person and directly questioned Yuan Zhou.

"The main symptoms of allergies are redness, itching, swelling, small bumps or red spots. The main causes of skin allergies are natural allergies and thin cuticles of the skin, which are incapable of resisting external stimuli." Yuan Zhou first said. He said his allergic reaction without a breath, looked at the few children who were confused and continued.

"However, I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I won't be allergic. The important thing is that I don't feel any pain or itching like you." Yuan Zhou said sonorously and forcefully.

"Can I touch it?" Huang Hu thought for a moment and said seriously.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou held the square plate and squatted down carefully.

Huang Hu stretched out his small palm and gently touched Yuan Zhou's face. He really felt the small bumps on Yuan Zhou's face. This way Huang Hu was sure that these were really the same spots as those of himself.

"Is it possible that you were infected?" Huang Hu turned to the old man's grandson Li Ping and asked seriously.

"No, no." Li Ping took a step back and waved his hand hastily.

"Really?" Huang Hu looked at Li Ping suspiciously, not quite believing it.

"If I want to infect my parents and grandpa, how could I infect him?" Li Ping said anxiously and wisely.

"That's right." Huang Hu was convinced now.

"How is brother? Will we be fine in the future?" The little girl's big bright eyes looked at Huang Hu expectantly.

"It will be fine, and mine will be fine too." Yuan Zhou took over the conversation and said seriously.

"Really, can Niu Niu be cute?" The little girl looked up, with red dots on both sides of her face.

"It's very cute now." Yuan Zhou nodded seriously, and with the serious expression on his face, he looked particularly convincing.

"Thank you, brother." The little girl said obediently.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou showed a smile on his face, nodded and left.

And these children slowly brought Yuan Zhou's words back to their families. Looking at the expectant eyes of their children, even the despairing parents couldn't bear to say that this was not the case, and that it might not be okay.

In the afternoon, the elderly family that Yuan Zhou was staying with all had red dots on their faces starting from the old man. As for the plant, of course it was the hematoxylin pulp provided by Yuan Zhou.

Small red dots are like small loving hearts. Following Yuan Zhou's initiative, the elderly family responded. Those with children with red dots on their faces spontaneously asked Yuan Zhou for hematoxylin pulp and began to put red dots on their faces.

Yanfeng Village suddenly had a bunch of adults and children with red dots on their faces, and it looked like a different kind of scenery.

Sappan wood is a natural plant fuel used to dye eggs red, which is safe and healthy.

There are more people with red spots on their faces in the village, and the children are no longer afraid of the children with red spots. Of course, it is impossible to have friends all at once, but they will no longer call them monsters when they see them. talk.

Children are the purest devils. They never know how sharp their unintentional words can be.

When the red dot is no longer unique but becomes the norm, Yuanzhou has achieved his goal.

In the evening, Yuan Zhou rented a room.

"Thank you, young man, you still have a way." The old man held the leaf cigarette, and his old face with red dots of hematoxylin looked peaceful.

"You're welcome, Su Mu's method has been handed over to you." Yuan Zhou said politely.

"Now that we have this method, those children will be happy." The old man took a puff of leaf cigarette and said with satisfaction.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou smiled and nodded.

"It's a pity that I couldn't convince the stubborn old man to make the chicken, but there are some gold needle mills here. You can take them back to eat." The old man felt regretful and took out a cloth bag from behind, which contained dried gold needle mills.

"Thank you, let's talk about it when we have a chance." Yuan Zhou took it with a smile. Although he was sorry that he didn't get the chicken, he didn't insist on it.

After all, Yuanzhou basically guessed the reason why Mr. Ma stopped cooking.

"Well, I won't disturb your rest. Come and play again next time." The old man was very happy to see Yuan Zhou's golden needle grinder, and turned around with a smile to leave.

"Good night." Yuan Zhou nodded.

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