Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

When Xu Ziying woke up, she couldn't stay idle, and Uncle Peng's persuasion was useless. She chopped up half a sheep by herself, and the sound of "clang, clang, clang!" stop.

Uncle Peng shook his head and said nothing. He put a small bag of corn on the table and untied his apron to preach.

"Master Xu, I'm going to see if the firewood has been delivered. You've been chopping it for an hour. It's time to sharpen your knives. Let's have a rest."

Apart from resolutely not letting Xu Ziying go anywhere, the other Uncle Peng didn't care much. There were so many people in broad daylight that Xu Ziying couldn't go anywhere, so he left after a few words.

Xu Ziying was wearing a gray close-fitting robe with a cloth around her waist and shoulder straps on her back, making her figure appear taller. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal her fair and slender forearms. Her complexion was reddish covered with thin sweat, and her skin was almost white and glowing.

"Boom!" Xu Ziying threw the rolled kitchen knife onto the circular cutting board, and just wiped the sweat off his chin with his sleeve when he heard a child crying from the door.

Turning his head, he saw two thin children standing at the door and looking at him timidly. The younger one had his mouth covered by the older one as soon as he cried out. Their eyes were full of fear.

Just as Xu Ziying wanted to call them, the two children ran away, looking at the blood stains on his apron, and recalling his bone-chopping vigor, he thought helplessly.

Yes, it scares people.

Unbuttoning the cloth and wiping his hands, Xu Ziying was thinking about where the children in the camp came from, when he stepped out of the door, he stopped immediately when he saw the scene in front of him.

Not to mention the two children, there are dozens of half-grown children outside, all of whom are ragged and malnourished.

But even though they were children, I couldn't see them being lively at all. Most of them sat listlessly on the ground next to the low wall, and only a few older children worked together to fetch water from the well.

The four boys were as skinny as a stick, and they only managed to fill up half a bucket with all their strength. One of them held clear water with his hands and gave it to the younger children next to him to drink.

Xu Ziying didn't want to care about it at first, but he couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Is this drinking water?This is pouring into death.

The child was already thin, but after a few sips, his stomach became obviously bulging, and he drank sip after sip.

He walked over and snatched the bucket: "Don't drink it, how can you play like this? If you drink it again, you will drink to death."

The children's eye sockets were sunken and their eyes were frighteningly large. They all looked at Xu Ziying pitifully and did not dare to move.

Xu Ziying recognized that the boy feeding the water was the one who was standing at the door looking at him just now, and for some reason he became so frightened. He put down the bucket and spoke as softly as possible.

"Why do you have to drink so much water for him, do you know that it will make you sick?"

The boy saw that Xu Ziying was not aggressive, so he faltered and said something, Xu Ziying listened carefully, but he didn't understand why.

"Little friend, you, can you say it again?"

"They are children of the Xian people, and they don't speak the Central Plains dialect."

After a little poking around, Xu Ziying noticed that most of these children had curly hair, and some of them had light eyes, and they looked like ethnic minorities.

These children were all skinny and dark, and he didn't see it.Thinking of the refugees who were resettled into the camp a few days ago, Xu Ziying thought it should be them.

Xu Ziying turned around, saw the young man behind him who had just spoken, and said, "You..."

This young man has a handsome face, red lips and white teeth, wearing a simple black robe, and his height is about the same as Xu Ziying's.

But if he is a young man, he has a sense of youth, because this man's handsome face is fleshy, and he is holding two oversized... roasted sweet potatoes.

Xu Ziying: It's so edible, it's strange that there is no meat on the face. βFang Huo said common water forest display area

When the young man laughed, his eyes narrowed, and he took a bite of sweet potato, his cheeks bulging.

The sweet potatoes looked freshly baked, golden and sweet, and still steaming. The children looked like hungry wolves without teeth, and their eyes were straight.

The young man didn't seem to notice these coveted children at all, and he said vaguely while eating: "They are too hungry, drink more water to feel full."

"Well, I see..."

The young man's food tasted so delicious that Xu Ziying was envious looking at it, not to mention these children who had no food in their stomachs, the young man ate up a baked sweet potato in a blink of an eye, and he also ate some of the thin skins, so there was no waste.

"That, you..."

Xu Ziying was not hungry, but he subconsciously stared at the young man's roasted sweet potatoes and swallowed.

The young man was sucking the burnt meringue on the outside of the sweet potato. Seeing him like this, he hugged the only baked sweet potato in his arms and said vigilantly.

"No, it's mine."

Looking at the young man's attitude of "If you snatch my sweet potato, I will fight you desperately." Xu Ziying waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I won't eat it."

Seeing that Xu Ziying didn't want him to roast sweet potatoes, the young man smiled at Xu Ziying again with his slightly drooping eye tails and a little naivety.

Xu Ziying wondered how this person was like a food-protecting dog. If it sounds good, it's cute, but if it sounds bad, it's stupid.

Xu Ziying had never met the young man, but he seemed to be from the military camp. He didn't care to ask the young man's background, and focused on these children.

"Why are they so hungry? Is Rong Fei tired of giving them food?"

The young man hiccupped and rubbed his stomach before realizing that Xu Ziying was talking to him.

"You mean the general? The general is doing his best to control them. The daily food is rationed, but it is enough for them to eat."

The young man stretched out his fingers and listed them all seriously: "There are white flour steamed buns, flatbread, bacon, pickled vegetables..."

Xu Ziying stopped in time: "Then why, these children seem to have nothing to eat."

The young man said: "Because these adults of the Xianren tribe have saved most of their food, they are afraid that they will have nothing to eat if they are driven out, so as long as these children don't starve to death, it will be fine."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Especially children without father and mother."

Hearing this, Xu Ziying frowned deeply: "Can't you just take care of it?"

The young man blinked and found his words very strange: "There are so many trivial matters in the camp all day long, why bother with such trivial matters?"

"It's true..." Xu Ziying gradually got used to not comparing the ancient world with the modern one, it would be great if Rong Fei was willing to take in these refugees.

Thinking of this, Xu Ziying recalled that Rong Feiyan seemed to let these refugees in because of him.

Her heart was a little complicated, Xu Ziying hadn't forgotten that Rong Feiyan was a liar, looked at the child in front of her for a while, hesitated for a moment, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

The ingredients in the kitchen are freshly made every day. Just after breakfast time, there was only some leftover rice porridge in the pot. Xu Ziying mixed water and put it in the rice bowl, and found some porcelain bowls, and brought them out for the children.

When the children saw that there was food, although they were weak, they all ran over. Xu Ziying served bowl by bowl, trying to let them eat as soon as possible.

Most of the children squatted in the corner to drink the porridge after holding the bowls, but a few of them, even though they were dying of hunger, bowed to Xu Ziying before walking away barefooted while holding the porridge bowls.

Although Xu Ziying couldn't understand their language, he knew that he was thanking him, and felt bitter in his heart, thinking that you have no parents, so you can't starve to death like me.

After serving the rice porridge, Xu Ziying noticed that the young man was staring at the empty rice bowl. Just when he was puzzled, the young man smiled shyly at him twice.

"I also want to drink."

Xu Ziying: "..."