Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Luo Yuan squeezed his hands hard, and the door slammed open.

The refugees outside squeezed in like crazy.

The entire Luo's restaurant became noisy.

"Don't squeeze, don't grab things!"

"Don't squeeze!"

Luo Jiaojiao frowned, quickly took out the electric baton and gave the person who rushed to the front a hard blow.

The refugees who rushed to the front fell to the ground with a scream and kept moaning.

The refugees fell silent in an instant, standing on the ground and looking at each other without making a sound.

Luo Jiaojiao stood on the table with a cold smile, and shouted loudly, "My brother has already told you that you are allowed to follow the rules before letting you in."

"Otherwise, what does it have to do with us even if you starved to death at the door of our restaurant?"

"I'll say it again for the last time, don't squeeze in so many people, go to the door and line up, the people who have already eaten will naturally change the batch."

"If you don't listen to us, then it's better to be deadlocked like this!"

Luo Jiaojiao raised the electric baton in his hand, "Don't think that with so many of you rushing in, we can't do anything about you. Even if you beat us to death, we can still pull some backs."

"What's more, do you think that we let you line up to obey the rules for our own sake? We are for your own good!"

Puzzled expressions appeared on the faces of the refugees, "For our own good?"

"Then what? If you think about it, if you rush in to grab something, there will always be someone who rushes in front and grabs more. Can those of you who run slower behind still get something to eat?"

"Only if you obey the rules, can all of you eat, which is the fairest. Do you understand?"

Luo Jiaojiao saw that the time was almost here, and casually pointed to a person leaning against the door, "All the people behind him retreat outside the restaurant, otherwise our restaurant will not provide you with food."

Hearing this, they obediently retreated outside Luo's Restaurant.

Even without urging, they lined up outside the restaurant one by one.

The people who had already entered just filled the restaurant, and after everything was settled, Luo Jiaojiao got off the table with a flip.

Luo Yuan and others gave Luo Jiaojiao a thumbs up.

Luo Yan clapped her hands, "Work, next!"

The whole restaurant began to work in an orderly manner.

Bowls of steaming noodles came out, and even Luo Jiaojiao began to help deliver the noodles.

The refugees in the restaurant ate one by one with tears streaming down their faces.

It looked quite pitiful, and even the old lady of the Jiang family couldn't help but look pale.

The refugees hadn't eaten for a long time, and their stomachs felt like a bottomless pit.

After eating a bowl, holding an empty bowl and shouting, "Have another bowl!"

Luo Jiaojiao carried the electric baton on her shoulder and said with a cold face, "One person can only eat one bowl, these are fine grains!"

"Come back in line at night and give you potatoes to eat!"

The scene of Luo Jiaojiao knocking down the refugees with thin arms and legs just now is still vivid in my memory, and the refugees couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive when they saw Luo Jiaojiao.

They had already eaten a bowl of noodles, and there was something in their stomachs, so they stopped making trouble.

The person who finished eating a bowl of noodles walked out obediently through the gate.

But they didn't intend to leave. Some lined up again, and some sat at the door of Luo's Restaurant, waiting for the distribution of potatoes at night.

The next wave of refugees poured in.

After the restaurant was full, they stopped obediently.

Luo Yan and the others stayed for several waves in a row, and finally there was only the last wave left.

Luo Jiaojiao put her face upright in front of a refugee.

She has been paying attention to this refugee for a long time!

This refugee has been staring at them intentionally or unconsciously, while other refugees are staring at the bowl, he is different, he is staring at them.

This refugee looks about the same age as Uncle Thirteen.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned, "Grandpa, is there something dirty on my face? Why do you keep looking at me?"

The refugee looked at the noodle soup in front of him and swallowed, but he didn't eat the noodle directly.

Instead, she turned to look at Luo Jiaojiao, "Son, is your surname Luo? Are you Jiaojiao?"

Luo Jiaojiao felt even more strange, "How do you know my name?"

The refugee burst into tears suddenly, and the tears even washed out two white marks on his dark face.

"My child, I am the village head!"

Luo Jiaojiao's eyes widened, "The village chief? The village chief of Taohua Village?"

The village head nodded heavily.

Luo Jiaojiao looked around, "Didn't you flee the whole village together? Why are you the only one left?"

With trembling hands and tears in his eyes, the village head ate the noodles bit by bit.

After eating the noodles, I told Luo Jiaojiao the reason.

It turned out that when the village chief took the whole village to flee to the south, they encountered many problems on the road.

He was the head of the village in the village, but outside the village, and everyone was hungry, no one listened to him at all.

Half the villagers have left.

In addition, I met other villagers on the way, and the mutual killing between refugees was even more cruel.

In the end... I don't know if it was his luck or what, but he survived.

After the village chief finished eating the noodles, he suddenly remembered something.

Looking up at Luo Jiaojiao, with a serious face, "We passed by Taohua Town when we were fleeing famine in the first half of the year."

"The current situation in Peach Blossom Town is not good. Everyone can't get enough to eat."

"It just so happened that some officers and soldiers came to your house to deliver a message and some money. There was no one in your restaurant, so I took it."

Luo Jiaojiao frowned, feeling some bad premonition in her heart.

What kind of thing can make officers and soldiers send money and messages?

"What's the matter, village chief?"

After the village head drank the last sip of soup in the bowl, he met Luo Jiaojiao's eyes and said, "Your elder brother died in battle!"

The air was silent for a moment.

Luo Jiaojiao struggled to twitch the corners of her mouth, "Village Chief, stop joking, this joke is not funny."

The village head shook his head, "This is not a joke, the government gave 100 taels of silver."

Speaking of this, the village head lowered his head, "If it wasn't for the 100 taels of silver, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

"You... what did you say?" Luo Yan's voice trembled, and he looked at the village head with tears in his eyes.

"You said my elder brother is dead? Died in battle?"

The village head nodded with difficulty.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned.

She couldn't believe it.

Luo Hao is the villain in this book, the story has not come to an end, how could he die?

What's more, when Luo Hao left, she stuffed so many life-saving things, how could something happen to him?

When Luo Yan came with the officers and soldiers anxiously, what he saw was Luo Jiaojiao and the others who had lost their souls.

He frowned and approached, "What happened? Are the refugees outside bullying you?"

The village head looked at Luo Yan, got up and glanced up and down, his eyes were full of appreciation, "This is... Luo Yan, right?"

Luo Yan frowned, "You are?"

Before the village chief spoke.

Luo Yan cried and threw herself into Luo Yan's arms, with a sad voice, "Second brother, the government sent a letter to Taohua Town, saying... that the eldest brother died in battle!"

"What did you say?"

It took a long time for everyone to digest this matter.