She wanted to say it, but she didn't necessarily want to hear it.

When she looked at Hua Xiaonian, Hua Xiaonian turned her head away inadvertently, as if she heard something.

She is looking for fame...

Look at her puzzled expression, her big purple grape-like eyes blinking slightly, her baby-fat little face slightly raised...

It looks quite like that!

Mrs. Hua choked up immediately when the words came to her mouth.

The refugees watching the excitement all around had already made lunch on the spot. Mrs. Hua sighed and went to find a place to cook with Mrs. Li.

Hua Xiaonian untied the silver needles from other bandits as agreed.

The bandits felt that the weight that was originally on their bodies was suddenly taken away, their bodies staggered suddenly, and they were free.

Having just gained freedom, their arrogance was quite high.

Each held a big sword in their hands, staring at Hua Xiaonian with eager eyes, and even cautiously walked around her, surrounding her in the middle.

That posture looked like he was going to beat her up in a group.

The little nun ignored them the whole time.

He took out a clean handkerchief from the small cloth bag in front of him with his right hand and began to slowly wipe the silver needle on his left hand.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, shining directly into the eyes of the bandits with the silver needle in her hand.

When the little nun finally finished wiping and raised her head...

Hey, where have all the donors gone?

Although Mrs. Hua's mouth was still stiff, she really listened to the village chief's words in her heart. As soon as lunch was cooked, she called Mrs. Wen.

"Mrs. Wen, bring the children over for dinner soon."

Mrs. Wen was breastfeeding her little daughter in a nearby open space with few people. When she suddenly heard Mrs. Hua calling her, she instinctively shivered.

It also made the little girl in her arms cry "Wow wow".

While coaxing her little daughter, she was thinking about what Mrs. Hua asked her to do. When she recalled that Mrs. Hua asked her to go to dinner...

She had a gut feeling that she had heard wrongly?

She was picked up by Mrs. Hua when she was four years old, and she has been at Hua's house ever since. Over the years, Mrs. Hua has called her countless times.

She was asked to carry water, chop wood, do laundry, cook...

Only I didn’t eat!

After coaxing the little daughter in her arms, she turned around in surprise and wanted to look at Mrs. Hua to make sure she heard correctly.

Then she saw Mrs. Hua walking towards her.

The old lady's eyes were soft and her words were full of kindness, "I'll look after the children. You can take Xiaonian and Yunrou to dinner first."

Wen was completely confused.

She still remembered that Mrs. Hua wanted to beat her little daughter to death. She really couldn't believe that the old lady had changed in just a few days?

She did not dare to give the child to the old lady.

But think about what happened today...

If the old lady has really changed, then she is disobedient by not letting grandma hold her granddaughter!

She stared blankly at Mrs. Hua who stretched out her hand to hold her little daughter for a long time, not knowing what to do.

At this time, we have to rely on the little nun.

After Hua Xiaonian polished the silver needle and carefully put it into a small cloth bag, she heard old donor Hua calling donor Wen for dinner.

She took the initiative and walked over.

There are steamed buns in the pot and half a pot of wild vegetable soup.

The little nun didn't like wild vegetable soup, so she brought back four steamed buns.

Seeing old donor Hua stretching out her hand in front of donor Wen, she frowned in displeasure and said, "Donor Hua, the steamed buns are over there."

This means that if you want to eat steamed buns, you can go get them yourself, I won’t take your share!

Mrs. Hua...

Seeing the little nun holding the four buns tightly in her hands like a calf, Mrs. Hua was a little bit dumbfounded.

She wanted to explain...

But before she could speak, Hua Xiaonian suddenly stood between her and Wen.

The little nun handed Donor Wen a steamed bun, "The steamed bun is very soft. Donate Wen while it's hot."

After that, he handed another one to Hua Yunrou.

The remaining two steamed buns...

The little nun turned to look at the old donor behind her.

Just when the old benefactor Hua thought that the little nun was going to give her one, the little nun actually started to chase people away.

"If Mr. Hua, the old benefactor, doesn't go back, the steamed buns will be gone."

Mrs. Hua...

Only then did she realize that she was so unpopular!

After having lunch, the villagers of Xingshan Village continued on their way to the county seat.

There were not many refugees on the road when we first entered the official road, but as we went further, the number of refugees gradually increased.

They were different from the refugees they encountered before entering Guandao.

These refugees must have been fleeing the famine for a long time. Their clothes are shabby, their hair is messy, and they only wear a pair of broken straw sandals.

When the village chief saw a few such refugees at first, he didn't pay much attention to them. Later, when he saw more, he immediately called the villagers to stop.

"Everyone should hide the food in their bags so that they are not seen by the refugees passing by."

Those refugees looked like they had been hungry for a long time. They had big heads and small bodies. If they saw them, they would definitely grab the food.

When the villagers heard the words, they immediately followed suit.

Most of them were pushing carts, and when they stopped, they hurriedly hid all the food and things in the back.

The village chief's family had an ox cart, so he quickly parked it and hid it.

The Hua family also has an ox cart.

It's the one Hua Xiaonian exchanged with the bandits.

However, except for the four people on the cart and the blanket for Wen, there was nothing else.

Moreover, the four of them are...

Hua Xiaonian, Hua Yunrou, Wenshi and Xiaowawa.

The oxcart belongs to Hua Xiaonian, and she can let whoever she wants sit on it.

If in the past, Mrs. Hua would have been furious when she saw Mr. Wen riding a bullock cart while she was walking.

But now...

Not only did she say nothing, she also took the initiative to put all the clothes of Wen and others on the trolley and let Hua Jikuan push it.

After hearing the village chief's words about hiding something, the old lady quickly hid the pots, pans, grains, etc. inside, and then used her and Li's clothes and baggage to block it.

Mrs. Wen looked at it and felt that her mother-in-law had really changed.

She felt a little uncomfortable when she thought that she was sitting on a bullock cart while having such an old mother-in-law walking underneath.

I just want to ask Xiao Nian if she can let the old lady come up and sit too?

The little nun heard it, but she didn't want to answer Almsgiver Wen's stupid question, so she pretended not to hear.

Mrs. Wen understood.

She didn't say any more.

The sky was getting darker, and because there were more refugees on the road, and they didn't take a break at noon, they moved very slowly in the afternoon.

The village chief felt that everyone would only get more tired if they continued walking, so it was better to rest in advance and recuperate before continuing on the road tomorrow.

He asked everyone to stop.

"Let's just walk here today. Let's all make dinner early. After eating, we can rest early and be energetic enough to continue our journey tomorrow."

The villagers were so happy that some of them were so tired that they just slumped on the ground and waited for the fatigue to subside before cooking.

The village chief cannot rest yet.

There were more and more refugees nearby, and he had to arrange for someone to start a vigil. Otherwise, it would be easy for people to steal food at night.

He called a few young and strong men and asked them to come out with hoes to fix the spots and take turns to keep vigil around the villagers at night.

The smoke is curling up...

The smell of rice soon wafted around Xingshan Village, and many refugees gathered around it.

Fortunately, the village chief had made preparations in advance. As long as any refugees dared to approach, the young and strong men would scare them away with hoes.

Only then did no refugees dare to come and snatch it.

Hua Xiaonian ate two more steamed buns at night...
Chapter completed!