The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Han Nianxia, who had never worked before, agreed immediately because there was nothing interesting to see outside the city gate except people entering and leaving the city. She felt that this morning was meaningless.

Only Yuhua sat there stupidly as if her soul had been sucked out of her, craning her neck to stare at the road leading into the city, completely unaware of the insects and ants crawling on her body.

The few people who were planning to fill their stomachs with sparrows were busy doing so.

Song Tingzhi sat quietly on the ground eating a sesame cake and watching people coming and going. His son Song Qianyuan was holding a sesame cake and nibbling on it intermittently, but his eyes were fixed on the people who were planning to play mahjong.

He asked Cheng Youning: "Your Highness the Crown Prince..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Cheng Youning, "Don't reveal my identity when you are out, just call me Youning."

"Oh, ... Youning, how many sparrows do you plan to catch to eat?"

Cheng Youning looked at the sparrows flying around, raised his slingshot, and said without any pressure, "Let's kill a dozen or twenty and roast them first."

"How can you catch so many sparrows? You are not bragging!" Song Qianyuan has also played the game of shooting birds with a slingshot. It is easy to shoot one, but it is difficult to fill the stomach. Sparrows are not stupid. They have wings and will fly away at the slightest noise. He thought Cheng Youning was just bragging.

"See that group of sparrows? Not many of them can escape." Cheng Youning fired ten shots in a row, then laughed, "We'll have something to eat this time."

Song Qianyuan stretched his neck to look, it was too fast, he couldn't see clearly: "How many did you hit?"

"Ten."

"Did you hit the ten slingshot?"

Seeing Song Qianyuan questioning him, Cheng Youning raised his arm again confidently and said leisurely: "Just because you didn't see clearly doesn't mean I didn't hit you."

"real or fake?"

"Absolutely true!" Cheng Youning seized the opportunity and fired ten shots in a row.

"You never miss a shot, you must be kidding! But your hands are really fast with the slingshot." Song Qianyuan's eyes showed envy. Although it was over before he could see anything clearly, it was a fact that all the stones prepared by Cheng Youning disappeared.

"Is this what you call fast?" Cheng Youning put away the slingshot nonchalantly, and went to pick up the shot sparrows with Qiao Rong, and Song Qianyuan followed them.

One, two, three... Song Qianyuan helped to find sparrows while counting them silently. When the sparrows in the hands of the three people were put together, there were exactly twenty, neither more nor less.

This time, Song Qianyuan was sure that Cheng Youning had a special skill. Seeing that Cheng Youning, who was six years younger than him, had already far surpassed him in some aspects, he could not help but feel a little jealous. He knew that Cheng Youning was stronger, but he did not want to admit that he was weaker, but he also wanted to know how Cheng Youning had practiced his special skill. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask Cheng Youning, "Your Highness, you are so good at slingshot, what are your techniques?"

Cheng Youning said without thinking: "There is no skill, it's all based on feeling."

"So simple."

Cheng Youning nodded, "I told you before that talent is very important."

In Song Qianyuan's eyes, Cheng Youning's words were just showing off. He talked about talent here and there, as if he, Song Qianyuan, had no talent at all. Song Qianyuan's mouth twitched with some dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything in the end. When you are not as skilled as others, saying anything would only bring humiliation to yourself.

Then I saw Cheng Youning and Qiao Rong skillfully digging a hole in the ground and putting up a small pile of firewood. When I saw the skillful way they dug the stove and lit the fire, I knew that these two people had eaten a lot of sparrows in the past.

In such a hot day, several people were fanning the fire, hoping to eat the roasted sparrows they had been craving for as soon as possible.

Hard work pays off. After a while, the tempting aroma of roasted sparrows wafted out.

Cheng Youning chuckled, "It seems to be fine."

Upon hearing this, several people dropped their fans at the same time, and each of them took a small stick and looked for sparrows in the fire.

They looked so anxious that they looked like starving ghosts. Sweat was dripping down their temples, but they didn't feel hungry at all.

When the first sparrow was dug out, Cheng Youning quickly knocked it a few times through the grass leaves. It was black with a hint of red, and looked very fragrant. Cheng Youning smiled and said, "Count the number of people and we will share it equally."

Song Qianyuan suddenly said: "I don't want to eat anymore!"

"Why? Haven't you been waiting for a long time?" Cheng Youning looked up and found that many children had surrounded them at some point. They were getting closer and closer, and the closer they got, the clearer they could see that these people were refugees.

Dressed in tattered clothes, with a haggard face, a frightened look in his eyes, and smelling foul, Cheng Youning pursed his lips, picked up the roasted sparrow and said, "Here, I'll give it to you."

A child took it and was about to take a big bite, but Cheng Youning reminded him, "You can only get one, so you'd better eat slowly."

After being reminded, the child became obedient and sat on the ground and started eating in small bites.

Cheng Youning picked up the second roasted sparrow and handed it to another child, "This is for you."

"this is for you."

……

Finally, Cheng Youning looked at the fire and saw only two roasted sparrows left, but there were still several children looking at them eagerly.

Cheng Youning was ruthless and gave away the last two porridges. Then he said to the people who didn't get any, "Don't be disappointed if you didn't get any. We didn't get any either. The woman in yellow will be here to give out porridge in a while. If you are patient, you will get some."

Cheng Youning pointed at his mother. Several children looked at Shang Xi who was still looking around. They made a note of this person in their hearts, and then they all left in a swarm.

The people guarding the fire looked at each other, not understanding why the children had left.

Cheng Youning picked up the kettle and put out the fire. "We are destined to eat porridge today. Let's wait for my father to bring food."

Han Nianxia was holding a small stick in her hand. She was busying around happily for a while, but in the end, she came up empty-handed. She only smelled the delicious aroma of roasted sparrows. But looking at those hungry children, she would rather starve than compete with them for food.

It felt like less than a cup of tea had passed, and a lot of people gathered around 50 meters away from Shang Xi. At first, there were only a few people and they were not noticeable, but later, more and more people came, and Shang Xi became more alert.

Shang Xi became uneasy because those people were staring at her. Even when they were whispering, their eyes never left Shang Xi. Under the high pressure, Shang Xi unconsciously took a few steps back.

More and more people came. Han Nianxia ran over. She pulled Shang Xi's sleeve nervously, and her voice trembled as she spoke: "Cousin, they seem to be coming for you. They have set their sights on you. What should we do?"