Allow her to be pampered

Even if the shantang is established, there is porridge to eat, and the stomach can be full, but the refugees are still thinking about a mouthful of meat dishes that are rich in oil and salt.

Therefore, after eating porridge every day, a few people formed a gang and went straight to the Louwailou restaurant in the adjacent block.

Behind the building outside the building, there are often several swill buckets, which are all leftovers, which are also fatty meat and oil soup.

Peng Yiru has lived in the Shantang for a long time, and she already knows the movements and routines of the refugees by heart.

However, the direction is already there, but the most lacking thing now is witnesses.

That group of people were poisoned first, and the attack was later, it was a coincidence that they just died in this kind hall, how can they teach people not to be afraid.

Right now, the refugees are scattered in all directions, seeking refuge in their own way. It is really difficult to find people back. If you want to ask people to testify, it will be even more difficult.

The good thread was temporarily interrupted involuntarily.

On the other side, Chi Rong gritted her teeth and said immediately: "One step is one step, it's important to get the physical evidence first."

"How do you get physical evidence? Don't you want to carry back the slop bucket from the building outside?"

Peng Yiru stepped forward and stopped Chi Rong.

"There are swill buckets everywhere! How to prove that the poisonous swill came from the Lou Wai Lou Restaurant is the most important thing."

After Peng Yiru finished speaking, Chi Rongsui frowned slightly.

This statement is true, this time, she really cares about it, and she is in chaos, and she has already lost her position.

However, as soon as he thought about it, Chi Rong immediately had a solution in his mind.

So he murmured, "Vinegar fish..."

"Chi Rong, it's already this time, don't you still want to eat!"

"I don't want to be jealous of fish!" Chi Rong waved his hands in defense, "It's my father who likes to eat jealous fish from Louwailou!"

As soon as this remark came out, the topic became even more skewed.

Seeing that the two old acquaintances were puzzled, Chi Rong could only talk carefully: "Generally, the vinegar fish is made of grass carp, but the materials used in the building outside the building are extravagant, and the vinegar fish is made of sturgeon!"

As she spoke, her eyes lit up, "This is Louwailou's signature dish. It sells dozens of dishes every day from morning till night, and it's the only one in Yue'an City!"

What Chi Rong said was reasonable, but he didn't dare to clarify what he meant.

It is the swill bucket, only the leftovers of the sturgeon must be taken to prove it.

The clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, but there was another problem before him.

The three of them were completely unable to go to collect evidence in person.

Needless to say Chi Rong himself, Song Xiaoyuan and Peng Yiru are also familiar faces of Shantang, and they must be recognized by others.

Today, left and right need a person who can take physical evidence in a logical and unobtrusive manner.

Chi Rong squatted down helplessly.

Unexpectedly, on the bare and lonely roadside, there was a figure stumbling towards him.

That person had an overly pale face, and it was clearly daytime, but it showed a gloomy and spooky aura.

"Ah, ah...is there any kind person who can give me a bite..."

When Chi Rong heard this, she immediately turned her head to look.

Their eyes collided, and at that moment, the white-faced refugee saw Chi Rong's face clearly, and unexpectedly knelt down with a plop.

"My kind lady, I am upright, He De He Neng, and I have met you again!"

Chi Rong immediately covered his mouth and exclaimed, "You are the one begging in front of the Zhou Mansion!"

Then he got up and went forward, helped the man up, and gave him a bowl of cold rice porridge.

It turned out that this person was called Dazheng, and he was originally a servant of a landlord's family in a neighboring village of Yue'an.

Unexpectedly, Dasho’s name was right and his life was not right, and he had a rough life. After the flood, he also suffered from thyroiditis, and the thyroid nodules did not disappear, so his face remained pale.

Although the landlord's home was not seriously damaged by the flood, it was not in a good mood. When Taizheng fell ill, he was kicked out of the house under the pretext.

The disease is said to be serious or not, but there is no cure for it for a while.

Yue'an City was suffering from malaria, and the medical centers and pharmacies had long been reluctant to treat refugees, so even though Dazheng received Chi Rong's charity, he didn't get much better, so he had to buy some rotten medicine at a high price and take it.

Dazheng drank three bowls of cold porridge in succession, and Song Xiaoyuan took his pulse, and immediately comforted him: "This disease is not difficult, and it can still be cured."

Dazheng lamented: "...But who is willing to treat me, and where can I get the money for the medicine..."

However, it was at this time that Chi Rong slapped the table and said, "What's the problem! You can do something for me. After the task is completed, I will pay for your medical treatment and resettle you for a while." How about a job?"

"Miss, don't lie to me!" Dazheng raised his white face and said excitedly, "I'm used to seeing wicked people, but I can't believe someone as kind as you, miss!"

This remark is sad, and it makes people feel too sad.

Chi Rong just ignored Dazheng's dirty body and patted him on the shoulder boldly.

"Dazheng, if you don't believe me, you can inquire about it in Yue'an City!"

Chi Rong laughed and said, "We Lao Chi's family have always kept their promises!"

After finishing speaking, he saw Dazheng picking his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in response: "Chi, Miss Chi, please speak! Dazheng will definitely give it a try!"

"Only you can do this, and it's very simple..."

The sky was turning yellow and evening was approaching, Bai Pingting was smiling leisurely in the building outside the building.

There was a small bottle of nail polish in her hand, and at this moment, those fine fingers were already painted red.

In this room, the manager of the hotel knocked on the door and entered the room. He looked at Bai Pingting nervously, and was sweating coldly, which could not be wiped off for a long time.

"Miss, that slop bucket...can't wait until night to collect it? Otherwise, people will die again..."

The manager's voice trembled violently, "Just now another beggar came and turned over the slop in a big broken bowl, and took it away after the rummage... probably to pick it up and give it to the family..."

"so what?"

"...If the family is dragged along, wouldn't it mean that the whole family will be wiped out..."

Bai Pingting blew on her nails and said with a smile, "Miserable? I was born lowly, so I deserve to be miserable! It's better to die earlier so that I can be reborn. Even if I'm a cat or a dog in my next life, don't be poor!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and asked instead: "How is Shantang?"

"I would like to follow Miss's instructions. The fake refugees we sent took advantage of the situation and shouted. Everyone in the hall has already run away!"

Bai Pingting nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. What about those corpses? You need to hurry up and teach them to be cremated at the police station tonight. There is no proof of death!"

"That's natural. They took benefits, took people's money, and helped people eliminate disasters."

The manager squatted for a while, and then he said timidly, "...they arrested people at noon, and they didn't spare any affection. Who cares if you are Wu's young boss, arresting you is arresting you."

After the manager finished speaking, Bai Pingting immediately widened her eyes in horror.

She clenched her fists tightly, and the wet nail polish wrinkled immediately.

"What!? Qingzhi is the one who was arrested!"