Allow her to be pampered

Peng Yiru's new job is not so onerous.

Collecting donations and materials every day, supervisors hire porridge to cook and donate. It seems busy, but in fact they are only supervisors, not coolies.

Since the completion of the Shantang, several women have lived there with their half-grown children. On weekdays, the mothers devote themselves to cleaning up the sanitation, while the children play around endlessly.

So, in his spare time, Peng Yiru picked up a wooden board and hung it on the wall to organize children to read and write.

Conditions were limited, so Peng Yiru only used a piece of burnt charcoal as chalk, which was very painful.

Among her students, there is a child who often walks around the streets and has a very sweet mouth. One day, he begged for a piece of expired clam oil and gave it to Peng Yiru.

"Mr. Peng, rub some clam oil and your hands won't hurt anymore!"

What is the child's name?
Peng Yiru couldn't remember, there were so many refugees in the shantang, this child was just a drop in the ocean.

However, the expired clam oil always exudes a halazi smell, reminding her all the time.

Today, when the class was about to start, Peng Yiru waited left and right, but no one was there yet.

It's not a big deal after all, it's still unknown if the displaced people, the wandering disaster victims, may have changed places to beg today.

But that glib child would never be absent, I really don't know what he is doing now and where he is going.

Peng Yiru couldn't wait for him, so he knocked on the broken board with a broken branch, which was regarded as a signal to open the hall.

The little ones sat upright, with their hands behind their backs, and cherished the opportunity to learn very much.

Without textbooks, Peng Yiru had no choice but to write textbooks by himself.

When she was in school, her grades were very good, and she had always memorized the texts backwards. Now that she is writing knowledge, she can also write several poems by heart.

Peng Yiru wrote neatly on the blackboard, and what he wrote was exactly the five-character quatrains of Du Gongbu.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.Prosperity and decline are so close, it is difficult to express melancholy.

Children have nothing but mouths and brains. Although they don't understand the deep meaning of the poems, they can read and recite them aloud.

However, at this time, an older child raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Peng, will we also be frozen to death on the road like in the poem?"

For a moment, Peng Yiru was speechless.

She choked for a moment, and replied: "No, Boss Chi opened the shantang to protect your safety."

The teaching continued, and the voices of the children all became louder.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a cry broke through the air and pierced into my ears!

"Help! Xiaobao is foaming! Doctor Song! Doctor Song, come quickly!"

On the other side, Song Xiaoyuan heard the sound and ran over immediately.

But he saw a thin and small boy lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, the whites of his eyes rolled up, his limbs trembling, and he twitched uncontrollably.

Song Xiaoyuan grabbed the child's wrist and tapped his fingertips slightly, but his expression changed suddenly in a flash.

"He's been poisoned by arsenic! Hurry up and induce vomiting!"

Song Xiaoyuan screamed, the voice was sad and piercing, Peng Yiru's mind flickered, and the charcoal in his hand fell to the ground.

Peng Yiru picked up a pot of cold boiled water, and rushed forward in despair. When she knelt down, she finally saw Xiaobao's face clearly.

It was the kid who gave her clam oil.

Peng Yiru's hands were trembling, and the pot of water was gurgled into Xiaobao's mouth, and then gurgled out again.

"Song Xiaoyuan, I can't feed water! Come and see!"

Peng Yiru roared angrily.

However, at this moment, one after another, the howling sounds continued.

There were many screaming people, men, women, old and young, regardless of age, they all covered their stomachs, lay down on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Song Xiaoyuan had never seen such a scene before, she panicked immediately, she crawled to the side of the nearest person, sounded her pulse, her expression immediately turned gray.

"...Arsenic."

She panicked and grabbed the other person's hand again, feeling even colder in her heart: "...this is also arsenic."

"Water! Bring water! Water them! Make them vomit! Quick!"

Song Xiaoyuan cried out in pain.

At noon, the shantang was in a mess, originally hired employees and refugees who were resting, they all set out one after another to follow orders.

But the mournful howling lasted for less than a moment, and finally gradually calmed down.

With a bang, Peng Yiru threw away the empty kettle and murmured, "Dead."

This sound was like thunder.

All of a sudden, several corpses lay horizontally on the left and right, crookedly, and fell into one piece.

Song Xiaoyuan was stunned in place, and said, "The dose of arsenic is too high, it can't be saved at all..."

Peng Yiru looked around, and then screamed: "Why was he fine just now, but he was poisoned all of a sudden!"

However, at this time, a man in ragged clothes came running from outside the block, but seeing him sinking into his dantian, he shouted loudly: "Shantang put arsenic in the flour, and we will all be poisoned to death! So that we can get something out of it." profit!"

This person's breath is continuous, non-stop.

"What Boss Chi! She's clearly a vicious woman who cannibalizes people! Everyone, run and report to the police! The kindness of the people is not life-saving, and the cannibalism does not spit out the bones!"

This person raised his arms and shouted, full of emotion, coupled with the situation and scene, corpses lying everywhere, there is no reason to teach people not to believe it.

So, without waiting for Song Xiaoyuan's defense, the people in the good hall suddenly pushed each other, rampaged, and scattered like birds and beasts.

Song Xiaoyuan couldn't stop it, and Peng Yiru even fell in the wave of riots.

She protected her head, and only waited for the crowd to disperse, and the only remaining employee present, held Song Xiaoyuan's hand tightly, and said, "Don't cry, follow me to find Chi Rong!"

Peng Yiru rubbed the center of his brows, then turned to the employees again, and said coldly: "You guys, take good care of these corpses! No one is allowed to approach!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged Song Xiaoyuan to the road, stopped two rickshaws, and went straight to Wu's business.

At that time, the firm was having a meeting, and Chi Rong attended the meeting to observe and study, excerpt the minutes, and concentrate on it.

Wu Qingzhi sat at the head of the desk, with clear and handsome eyes, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was gentle but coercive.

Peng Yiru was familiar with the road, and went straight to the door, but Xiao Yang, the waitress at the front desk, couldn't stop her, so she could only secretly ask for blessings.

During the meeting, one person was proposing: "This year, we can make some minks and sell them. The profits will be very high!"

"No..."

However, before Wu Qingzhi could finish his rebuttal, Peng Yiru slammed into the door with a bang.

She rushed towards Chi Rong violently, startling everyone present.

On the other side, Wu Qingzhi was even more furious, fearing that Peng Yiru would harm Chi Rong, he stepped forward quickly, trying to block him.

"presumptuous!"

"—you get out of the way!"

Peng Yiru pushed Wu Qingzhi away, and shouted, "Chi Rong, something happened in Shantang! Come with me!"

With a click, the pen in Chi Rong's hand immediately rolled to the ground.