The middle-aged man's face was extremely ugly, and he was helpless and whispered: "Girl, please, I am their village chief. It is not easy for everyone to walk all the way here. There is no food in the stomach."
Zhan Qingyue spread her hands, showing no face to the village chief at all.
"It's easy for us to get here. You'd better find another way."
The village chief had a sad face and wanted to persuade her again, but Zhan Qingyue turned around and went to help Song Cuihua cook.
When the refugees saw the village chief come back in despair, they knew that the village chief was unwilling to take him in.
Some unwilling refugees ran forward and knelt in front of Zhan Qingyue with runny noses and tears.
"Girl, you are the leader of your team. Have mercy on us refugees. We haven't had enough to eat in several days."
"Please take us in, we can do any job."
Several refugees looked at Zhan Qingyue eagerly, and seeing that she had no intention of letting go, a skinny woman pushed the seven or eight-year-old girl next to her forward.
"Girl, please be kind. I handed my daughter to you. Please give me some food."
Zhan Qingyue was startled and raised her eyebrows speechlessly. Is this a means of taking advantage of money?
Before Zhan Qingyue could react, the soft-hearted Brother Zhan immediately took out a small half bag of grains from his cart.
"Second brother, what are you going to do?"
Zhan Qingyue was furious in an instant, and roared hysterically at her second brother: "How can you take our family's rations and give them away?"
Brother Zhang had a sullen face and without even giving her a spare look, he handed the bag of grains directly to the woman who was exchanging the child for grain.
"You can take this food, we don't want the child."
The woman took the bag of grain with trembling hands and kowtowed to Brother Zhan to thank him. She wished she could praise him as a living Bodhisattva in the sky.
Brother Zhan sent these refugees away politely, his face was radiant, not to mention how proud he was.
"Little sister, you are so cruel. We all escaped from famine. We should support each other and help each other. So what if I give you some food? It's all grains and not worth a lot of money."
"Besides, you are so capable and can hunt and kill birds. You will never leave your parents hungry."
Zhan Qingyue was so angry at his shameless words that the flesh on his face was shaking.
She clenched and unclenched her fists. She really wanted to open the head of this "living Bodhisattva" to see what was inside.
"Yes, as long as I am here, my parents will naturally not be hungry."
Zhan Qingyue gritted her teeth and said, "Since you, second brother, are so kind, the food sent out will be considered your rations, and you won't eat any more these days."
She counted with her fingers: "There are two kilograms of miscellaneous grains in that bag. If you mix it with wild vegetables and make porridge, you can eat it for three to five days."
"Second brother, just go hungry for three to five days and save the rations you sent out."
"you!"
Brother Zhan was quite dissatisfied with her. He frowned and shouted at Zhan Qingyue, "Why do you deduct my rations?"
"Second brother, I'm afraid you are mistaken."
Zhan Qingyue looked at Brother Zhan with a sneer, her nose and eyes full of anger.
"Your rations have been given away by you. If you can be the leader of our family and prevent everyone from starving and freezing, you can give away the food however you want."
"But if you use the rations I earn for your so-called kindness, you will kill us!"
"Since the second brother is so kind-hearted, you should eat a few hungry meals and think about it carefully."
Brother Zhan's face was so gloomy that he couldn't help but think, couldn't he kill everyone with just two kilograms of grain?
"Zhan Qingyue! Don't be alarmist."
It's a pity that Zhan Qingyue has gone far away a long time ago, and his complaints can still be heard.
Brother Zhan had no choice but to sit in the corner and sulk secretly.
When it was time to eat, Zhan Qingyue was stunned but didn't serve the second brother Zhan a meal.
Brother Zhan was angry and lay down in the shack to sleep in.
Song Cuihua couldn't bear it. After everyone had finished eating, she approached Brother Zhan with a wild vegetable pancake.
"Boy, eat quickly, you're already starving."
Brother Zhan's closed eyelashes fluttered. He took a few deep breaths and then suppressed his tears. He sat up and gnawed on the wild vegetable pancake.
"Mom, tell me why my little sister has become like this. She was not like this before."
Song Cuihua sighed and lowered her eyes.
"Yueyue can be considered a person who has died once. She has experienced so many things. When she grows up, she is independent."
She patted Brother Zhang on the shoulder.
"Think about the hardships along the way. If it weren't for Yueyue, our family would have starved to death. It was her hunting and climbing up the mountains that barely supported the family."
"Nowadays, there are more and more refugees, and there is a mix of fish and dragons. It is not unreasonable to be cautious. Yueyue is doing this to let you know that it is necessary to be on guard against others!"
Song Cuihua explained earnestly, but to Brother Zhan's ears, it was her mother's partiality.
"Mom, please don't explain to her. She is just hard-hearted. She used to be hard-hearted towards grandma, grandpa and the others, and now she is hard-hearted towards outsiders as well."
Song Cuihua looked at the stubborn Brother Zhan with a frown, sighing repeatedly, but she was helpless.
Not far from the station, a large group of refugees were also resting in place.
They didn't make a fire or cook, and all of them looked ashen, looking eagerly at Zhan Qingyue's team, swallowing a mouthful of saliva from time to time.
"Stop looking, stop looking!"
Zhan Qingyue kept warning herself. If she continued to watch, she was afraid that she would not be able to control the Virgin's temper and accept all these people.
Han Yiyun, who had been following Zhan Qingyue for a long time, saw her in such pain and annoyance, and no longer cared about the eyes of others, he stepped forward and raised his hand to hold her shoulders, but he hesitated and put it down.
"Sister Yueyue, you don't have to blame yourself. You are not a saint. It is better to be selfish when it comes to life and death."
Zhan Qingyue was moved and didn't want to think that the person who knew her best was Han Yiyun.
After a break, the whole team hit the road again.
Just after passing a corner, I didn't expect a pair of people to be blocked in front of me.
The leading man carried a machete and swept through the crowd with a fierce look.
"I opened this mountain and planted this tree. I want to pass by here and leave money to buy the road."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young and strong man with the same ferocious look immediately started looking around the crowd with a machete.
"Be wise and hand over all your food, otherwise..."
The man who spoke pointed to a dilapidated cart next to him, swung his machete and chopped it down.
Suddenly, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the cart shattered into pieces, as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.
Everyone was excited, and the timid ones quickly moved out on their knees and crawling.
Zhan Qingyue recognized that this woman was the one who exchanged her children for food and was helped by Zhan's second brother.
The woman was so frightened that she cried and hurriedly pointed at Zhan Qingyue and said, "Hero, spare your life. That girl's family has a lot of food and dried fish. Go find her quickly."
Several men immediately turned around and ran towards Zhan's house.
When the other refugees heard this, they directly started to rob the Zhan family.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Zhan Qingyue's eyes were cold and frightening.
