Space Spirit Spring: The Doomsday Boss Transforms into a Peasant Girl

Seeing the refugees coming from behind, Nan Yan went back in a low mood when she heard the people in front said there was no porridge. Stay here and wait."

The refugee who had already walked back just now, a woman in her forties, heard Nan Yan's words and asked timidly with anticipation: "Miss... What Miss said...is it true...really?"

The young girl in front of her was beautiful and fair-skinned, dressed luxuriously, she looked like a daughter of a wealthy family.

They dare not look directly at other girls.

But for the sake of stuttering for the children, even if you are afraid, you still have to ask whether the previous sentence is true.

Nan Yan smiled and said: "Ma'am, what I said just now is naturally true. If you need it, you can go to the front and wait in line first."

Yes, of course they do!
After the disaster, all the food in the field was destroyed and there was no harvest. The only food in the family was buried in the ruins.

They can persist for such a long time, first, by relying on wild vegetables in the mountains, and second, by cleaning up the ruins and extracting the grain buried in the ground.

Even so, it is not enough for the whole family to save food.

Now the wild vegetables in the mountains are gone, and the food at home is long gone, and the whole family is starving.

She came to the city in a hurry today when she heard someone say that there was a nobleman giving porridge at the gate of the city.

I just hope that if I get a stutter, I will take it back and feed it to my two grandchildren, and pray that the two children will not starve to death.

Not only she came, other villagers in the village also came after hearing the news.

They hadn't even caught their breath when they arrived when they heard other people say that there was no food.

She thought she would return disappointed, but she didn't expect this young lady to give her hope.

The woman thought a thousand times, and thanked Nan Yan for trotting to line up.

Butler Zhang quickly brought people to bring porridge and steamed buns, and Nan Yan continued to walk back and forth to inspect the team with her hands behind her back.

When I asked Mrs. Nanyan in line just now, she was worried about whether the rice porridge could be delivered to her this time.

Half an hour passed, and finally it was her turn.

The woman came out from the crowd and carefully looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to her.

Quickly stuffed two big thick noodle steamed buns into his bosom, carefully covered the mouth of the bowls with both hands and hurried to the village.

I sighed as I walked, I really met a noble person today.

The nobles not only serve porridge to their common people, but there is very little water infiltrated into the porridge.

She looked at the porridge that the lady served her, and she could see the consistency of the porridge.

And the amount given was very large, and the big bowl she brought was filled by the woman.

Just walking out of the crowd by herself, she got some on her hands, and she was reluctant to wipe it off, so she tasted sweet and candy after putting it in her mouth.

Tasting the sweetness, she couldn't help but think that this family is really a kind person.

It's fine to give them so much food, but they still put sugar in the porridge.

When she just came out, she heard from other people that the people who gave out the porridge today were not from their prefecture.

It was the parents of Nanda who visited their village two days ago.

She thought, with Mrs. Nan's favor, she would go to pray for Mrs. Nan's safety when everything was settled.

The woman returned to the dilapidated home while thinking.

Just when she came back, the whole family was there.

She quickly took out the porridge, told her family that someone was giving out porridge today, and at the same time asked her two daughters-in-law to take out the only few sets of bowls and chopsticks at home.

Divide the porridge into bowls and eat it with some water.

This is not just the case of this woman's family. Other families, even many families, take the rice porridge back and mix it with water like theirs, and the whole family has a full meal.

In fact, Nanyan had considered cooking white rice porridge before, but thought that if she boiled rice only, she wondered how much rice would be spent.

She thought of eight-treasure porridge, so she simply asked the cook to cook eight-treasure porridge.

As for brown sugar.

Heh, it's not her mother who said that the weather is getting colder and colder, and she has so much brown sugar in the ice cellar, so she might as well add some to it and cook it to make the food more delicious and warm for everyone.

She thought that she had done all the work, and it didn't matter if she put some sugar, so she agreed to her mother's proposal.

At twelve noon, Nan Yan's stomach growled.

Nan Yan stared at the long line, then raised her foot and walked in the direction of her parents.

Kong Shangci was busy serving porridge to the refugees in front of him, Nan Yan took the spoon and handed it to a servant beside him, saying: "Mother, we should go back to eat at noon."

The refugee has eaten and she hasn't eaten yet!
You can’t care about others and suffer your own stomach. People are iron rice and steel. Only when they are full and full can they have the strength to work.

When Kong Shangci heard his daughter talk about eating, he suddenly felt a pang of hunger in his stomach.

Seeing that the refugees were still waiting in line, she couldn't bear to take them away.

Thinking again and again: "Yan'er, why don't you ask the housekeeper to bring food, we will continue serving porridge after eating outside the city."

Nan Yan disagreed: "No, we've been out all morning, now we have to go back for a rest."

Her mother was in poor health before, so she didn't dare to keep her mother busy like this.

Even if you want to give out porridge, just let the servants do it after the mother made a point in front of it, there is no need to do it yourself.

And the father is really, even if he is next to the mother, he will not stop the mother from working less.

In case the mother fell ill due to the depressed mood of the refugees, what should I do?

Nan Liang received his daughter's questioning gaze and said: "Look, I told them to serve porridge, but you must not listen. Now my daughter is blaming me." They were referring to servants.

Kong Shangci grew up pampered, and only heard about the horrors of the disaster, but he had never seen so many refugees.

Suddenly seeing the refugees in ragged clothes and sallow face, she felt really mixed feelings.

Especially the little ones.

When she saw children with dirty faces, she couldn't help but feel pain in her heart.

Subconsciously, I wondered if my little daughter had such an experience before they were by their side.

Thinking this way, she would always fill a bowl full of porridge for refugees.

I just hope that she treats others kindly, so that others can treat their own children kindly in the future.

Kong Shangci heard her husband said she was not, and didn't say anything to hurt him, and smiled gently: "I will forget it when I get busy."

Don't think she doesn't know what her husband thinks.

Isn't your husband thinking the same as her?Otherwise, why does my husband insist on working here?

Nan Yan didn't know what her parents were thinking, she only knew that she was hungry.

: "Father, mother, my daughter is hungry."

Nan Liang handed the spoon to Butler Nan, and said: "Father told the butler to bring the food, let's go to the carriage and finish the meal before coming back."

Nan Yan:? ? ?
Her father told someone to deliver the food?

And you said you would continue to come over after dinner?Don't they go back after dinner?

Amid Nan Yan's doubts, Nan Liang took their mother and daughter to the carriage for dinner.

Nan Yan couldn't wait to open the casserole. Seeing that it was her favorite chicken soup, she took a bowl of Ma Liu to serve a bowl of soup for her parents, and she happily served a bowl of soup to drink.

In addition to the bowl of soup, the rice sent by the butler also has a dish of fried mushrooms and a dish of tofu mixed with preserved eggs.

Although there are only two dishes and one soup, it is rare and delicious at this time.

Nan Yan ate and drank soup with big mouthfuls, completely unaware that her mother's food tastes bad.

Feeling his wife's depression, Nan Liang asked without eating or sleeping, "Ci'er, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

Kong Shangci sighed, "Oh, we have rice, meat, and vegetables here, and the children outside can't get enough to eat three meals a day..."

Her subsequent words were self-evident and sentimental.

Nan Yan swallowed the rice: "..."

How will she answer this question.

Did she say she pitied those children too?