The six families, including Ruan Kui's grandson, have four children under the age of ten. Each of them has a head larger than their body, eyes larger than their face, and they are weak and nestled in the arms of their family members. They are helpless and afraid when they see strangers. Others People are the same.
Not to mention these six families, even the entire shantytown had never seen such a magnificent group of people, so they didn't know how to react for a while.
The old men blushed even more, "This, this, this, the place is too small, there are no stools, it's really"
"It doesn't matter." Lan Shiruo waved his hand, released more than a dozen of the most common stools, and released a large pot of porridge, which did not maintain the original temperature, only a little bit of residual temperature remained, "The space is airtight, cold slowly, still Can drink, uncle let everyone get up and drink a bowl."
"How embarrassing, we..." Ruan Kui couldn't say no, because the appearance of his family members was so distressing, especially his daughter who was pregnant with a child, he was really afraid that he would die twice.
Lan Shiruo smiled, and greeted her little friends to share a bowl of porridge. Miao's father patted Ruan Kui on the shoulder, "Don't worry, these are good boys. They are sincerely giving them to you to drink, just keep them at ease."
Ruan Kui and the six old men blushed, and hurried to greet their family members to get up. You can't get food from others, and you are still lying on the bed waiting for others to serve you.
When everyone heard it, they always thought it was a dream, but the smell of porridge had already come out, they couldn't believe it, resisted the cold, got off the bed shivering, and didn't move for a long time, feeling a little top-heavy.
The little friend asked them to sit by the bed without moving. One bowl per person, you can add more after drinking.
A group of people held bowls and drank to tears.
Lan Shiruo hugged Xiao Lebao and stood at the door of the shack, looking out through the curtain made of rags.
The smell here is strong, the smell of porridge doesn't waft out much, only a few shacks nearby, if there seems to be some indeterminate smell, on the pile of rubbish, stretch your neck and look here.
The situation of those people was not much better than that of Ruan Kui and his group. They all looked miserable and were dying.
Lan Shiruo pursed her lips tightly, the world is like this, she can't be the savior of the world.
After sharing a bucket of porridge, everyone is just making a bottom, but they also feel extremely happy, and the children are also good, eat what they have, and don't make trouble if they don't eat.
After a group of people gained strength, they all knelt down and kowtowed to the big group.
The four middle-aged old people rushed to help, flustered.
The little friend sideways avoided, waiting for Lan Shiruo to speak.
Lan Shiruo looked away from the outside and calmly looked at the grateful people on the ground. After all, she didn't do anything. "Get up, I can't save you, let alone anyone else. A bowl of porridge is just something I can do because of the friendship between Uncle Miao and Uncle Ruan."
If Lan Shi didn't take this matter seriously, but the six families couldn't, they were struggling in hell, but they never wanted to lose their qualifications as human beings, "For you, it's really not important, but for us, it's It’s not porridge, it’s the hope of living, we won’t kowtow, but this life belongs to you, we are useless, we can’t do any big things, but if there is a little effect, we will try our best to do it.”
Lan Shiruo was noncommittal, sat down at the side, took out snacks and handed them to Niuniu and Xiao Lebao, "Go and share with your brothers and sisters."
Xiao Lebao was very happy to do this, holding the general with one hand and the young lady with the other, and Niu Niu with snacks in the other hand, moved towards the four children.
The little guy was white, tender and chubby, very lovable. The four children wanted to play with him, but were afraid to play with him, so they hesitated.
Le Bao didn't admit that he was born, so he rushed over and hugged his little brother's leg, and called the little sister, "Ahhh," eat, give it to brother.
Niu Niu knew Lebao, so she handed the bag over, Xiaopang pulled out a bag of potato chips from it, and stuffed it to the little brother.
The little brother is Huo Qingyun, Ruan Kui's little grandson, and he goes to see his father at a loss.
Huo Qingyun's father, Huo Jing, was an elementary school teacher, and his mother, Ruan Zi, opened a small clothing store by herself. The family's life was not rich, but it was not difficult, and they lived a normal life quite well.
Huo Jing can be regarded as a visiting son-in-law, living with his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Huo's parents, brother and sister-in-law are in other cities, and the relationship is very harmonious.
With the end of the world approaching, Huo Jing knew that the Huo family's parents were fine, so he didn't worry, but hated himself for being incompetent, unable to protect his wife and children, and had his elderly father-in-law take on the heavy responsibility of supporting the family. His son was not well-fed before, but he had never been hungry, but now, he was so hungry that he was skinny, but he was still well-behaved and sensible, cared for his elders, and never cried or made trouble.
Seeing his son's questioning eyes, he could clearly see the longing inside, resisting the soreness and pain, and nodded with a smile, "Thank you, brother, sister and aunt."
Xiao Qingyun smiled, "I know Dad." He turned his head and took the potato chips carefully, keeping his dirty hands from touching Le Bao's fat paws. After thanking them one by one, he asked, "Brother, can I Give it to my friends?"
Xiao Lebao tilted his head and didn't understand, but he understood the look in his brother's eyes, and Xiao Pang carried the bag with his hands, "Ah, eat." All the brothers and sisters ate.
Niuniu was afraid that he wouldn't be able to carry it, so she handed the bag to Huo Qingyun.
Huo Qingyun didn't dare to take it, "No need, one bag is enough, and the rest will be eaten by my younger brother."
Le Bao didn't understand, so he stuffed it all in, and laughed so hard that he salivated, "Ah, eat."
Xiao Qingyun was in a dilemma, and it was only after her grandfather persuaded her to accept it.
The little ones shared snacks happily together. Xiao Lebao lay on the general and had a good time with his brothers and sisters.
Lan Shiruo curled her lips slightly, children should play with them more.
Before Ao Chengyi and the others came to rent a house, Rong Dazhi brought a group of people here first.
With his nouveau riche attire, he is the brightest cub wherever he goes, and the people in the shack are scared away, not understanding how this second generation ancestor came here.
Rong Dazhi covered his head to his toes, if he could choose, he wouldn't come, okay, this shitty place stinks to death, if he knew it, he would have worn a gas mask.
"Where is it? Why haven't you arrived yet?"
The person who led the way was trembling all over, and quickly apologized, "Young master, if you bear with it, you will be ahead."
Rong Dazhi cursed, gritted his teeth and continued walking.
The four burly bodyguards behind him didn't say a word, they kept their dark faces close to their body to protect them, and the people who poked their heads quickly retreated in fright.
Outside Ruan Kui's tent, the person leading the way heaved a sigh of relief, "Master, this is it."
Rong Dazhi bared his teeth and straightened his belly, "The ones inside, let me out."
This voice made all the surrounding shacks tremble, and they all mourned silently for Ruan Kui and his family. Whoever offends the Second Patriarch, how much anger would make the crown prince condescend to come and punish him personally.
The six families are also confused, when did they become so capable
Not to mention meeting the aloof Second Generation Ancestor, even if you leave the shack, you can't do it, so how can you mess with him
Could it be six old men
Thinking about it this way, the six people's legs became weak, so they quickly recalled.
But there is no Rong Dazhi in the memory.
(end of this chapter)