Song Shuwan looked at the people gathered around and felt very confused, but she still kept the smile on her face and asked, "Why can't we occupy this place?"
The leader had a black birthmark in the corner of his eye, and he immediately became happy when he heard these words.
"You ask me why I can't take it? Oh, don't ask me. You can ask the people next to you first and see what they say."
As he spoke, the man shouted to everyone around him: "What do you think I need this place for?"
Song Shuwan followed the man's fingers and saw many beggars appearing around her, as well as many old, weak, women and children. They only looked at them from a distance and did not approach.
At this time, the eyes of the two sides met, and someone shouted: "The little princess is setting up a porridge shack to serve porridge here today. You have taken up the space. Where should the little princess's porridge shack be built?"
Little princess?
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows, turned around and asked, "Who decided on this place?"
Ding Cun said: "I have decided that there are many people here, but I have never heard that the little princess will give porridge here."
As soon as these words came out, the man next to him laughed: "Never heard of it? I'm afraid you don't know that when the little princess sets up a porridge shed to serve porridge, she will spread the news three days in advance. The whole capital knows about it. Now you say you Never heard of it? Who are you trying to fool?"
The man said and started to push.
Before he could touch Ding Cun, he was stopped by an arm that suddenly stretched out.
Han Sanzhen asked in a cold tone: "How much space does the little princess need to build a porridge shed?"
The man's hand stopped in the air: "Are you in charge of this matter?"
Han Sanzhen said coldly: "Of course I can't control the little princess's porridge shack, but if you take advantage of the little princess's reputation and act recklessly here, I will. Let me ask you, how big of a porridge shack the little princess wants to build?" ?”
The man smiled angrily: "What does it have to do with you how big the porridge shed we want to build? I'm telling you, get out of the way quickly, and if you continue to pester me, I won't be polite to you."
Han Sanzhen was about to speak again, but Song Shuwan suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed on his shoulder. She said in a calm tone: "Since the little princess wants this place, then naturally we won't fight with the little princess. Ding Cun, take the things." Move over, let’s make room for the kind little princess!”
The sentence "kind little princess", compared to the man's actions, seemed to be inexplicably mocking.
But Song Shuwan didn't care, and after speaking, she asked the people following her to move the things aside.
During this period, no one around him made a sound.
Seeing Song Shuwan and his party changing places, one of the old men stepped forward: "May I ask, what do you mean by free clinic?"
Song Shuwan looked at the speaker and said gently: "I will diagnose your pulse and prescribe prescriptions for free, without charging a single copper."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people around him changed immediately. First, the little princess was giving porridge, and then there was a free clinic. Did they meet a good person today?
In the silence, someone asked in a low voice: "Are you really not going to charge a copper coin?"
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "There are so many people here. If I tell a lie, everyone can see it. Why should I ruin my reputation?"
The man on the side was talking to someone. When he heard these words, his face instantly turned ugly. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Who knows where you are from? Are you saying that you are a doctor? Is there a medical clinic that accepts you? Is this intentional to harm you?" His life, right? Ouch, anyone can jump out these days. Who is responsible for killing someone? Do you pay for your life?"
Song Shuwan glanced at the man, her expression suddenly turned cold: "Baicao, slap your mouth!"
Baicao responded, quickly stepped forward, and slapped the man twice in the face.
The man did not expect such a change, and was stunned on the spot after being beaten: "You, I am the little princess, how dare you hit me?"
Baicao's eyes sharpened: "Do you have any objection? Then I'll take two more blows!"
As she spoke, she slapped the man twice again.
At this time, the man was angered and was about to take action.
At this time, Song Shuwan said lightly: "If the little princess knew that the people below were using her reputation to bully the people, I'm afraid she wouldn't be happy? Also, aren't you here to give porridge? How could you fight for space with us instead? There's a stalemate? Don't you see that there are so many people waiting around? Could it be that you don't want to give out porridge anymore? So, you just find someone to make trouble, hoping to bring the matter to a close?"
If the people around him could remain calm before, they became a little anxious when they heard Song Shuwan's words.
"That's right, why do you keep fighting for space and don't build a porridge shed?"
"I haven't eaten for a day. Let's build a porridge tent quickly. I'm so hungry."
"Oh, what's the matter with you? Isn't it true that you don't want to give porridge to me as this lady said?"
"Hurry up and build a porridge shed. No, it's okay if you don't build a porridge shed. Just let us drink the porridge."
The sounds around him became louder and louder, and a few beggars who were obviously strong and strong leaned forward.
The man's expression changed several times, but in the end he was still afraid that the people around him would cause trouble, so he said a harsh word and turned around to leave.
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes, the little princess's subordinates were quite interesting.
On the other side, they were busy setting up a porridge tent. The people who came around had nothing to do, so they lined up and asked Song Shuwan and her team to check their pulse.
Diagnosing pulses, prescribing prescriptions, and occasionally requiring acupuncture kept Song Shuwan and others busy.
Half an hour later, the smell of porridge came from nearby, and the anxious people ran to queue up in front of the porridge shed. Others saw this and couldn't wait any longer, so they all ran over.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one at the free clinic.
Song Shuwan glanced at it and didn't care. After Wen Sheng sent the old man in front of her away, she asked Ding Cun to pack her things.
"Go back to Cunshan Hall."
Ding Cun responded and was about to pack his things when suddenly a thin girl ran over: "Well, I heard that you don't take money and treat people for free, right?"
Song Shuwan asked Ding Cun to continue packing her things, then bent down and said, "Yes, are you here to see a doctor?"
The girl clasped her hands, nervousness flashing across her face: "Me, my grandma's legs are bad. She could walk before, but I don't know what happened. Recently, she can only lie in bed and complain about pain and can't move. So, so... "
Hearing this, Song Shuwan had an idea: "Ding Cun, Baicao, you two come with me."
"yes."
The three of them followed the girl into the alley next to them. The further in, the quieter the surroundings became, and there was an indescribable smell floating in the alley.
Song Shuwan didn't pay attention at first, but as the girl in front quickened her pace, she vaguely noticed something was wrong, and her feet immediately slowed down, which affected Ding Cun and Baicao behind.
But neither of them spoke, and just followed without saying a word.
Soon, they distanced themselves from the girl in front of them.
Presuming that the footsteps behind her became quieter, the girl noticed something was wrong, turned around and asked: "Husband, madam, why are you walking so slowly?"
Before Song Shuwan could say anything, dozens of figures suddenly appeared on both sides of the alley: "Kill her!"
