Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

"Wait a minute."

Just as the refugees were about to retreat, unexpectedly, a sudden sharp shout interrupted everyone's concentration and attracted everyone's attention.

The person who spoke was a woman, dressed in pink brocade with flowers, with hands as soft as catkins, skin as white as cream, and a graceful figure. She looked about the same age as Lin Xiaoyue. But the woman's gestures seemed to have a natural temperament, making her stand out among the miserable refugees.

In addition to a submissive maid, the woman was accompanied by seven strong sword-wielding guards riding on tall horses, surrounding the carriage in which the woman was sitting and protecting it. The carriage's posture and luxurious exterior decoration showed that the woman had an extraordinary background.

At least, it is much better than this group of dirty refugees.

The woman was seen getting off the carriage gracefully with the help of her maid. The four guards behind her immediately dismounted to protect her on both sides. The stern guards held up torches to illuminate the way for the woman, as if they were worried that she would lose her balance and fall accidentally over a stone.

There were four torches at once, and every corner was clearly illuminated. But everyone secretly complained in their hearts: Isn't it too hot to be covered by four torches in such a hot day?

The dark night was suddenly illuminated by the four torches, which also made the woman's beautiful face look even more beautiful. The most amazing thing was that a mysterious halo formed behind the woman for unknown reasons, as if a goddess from heaven had descended to earth, which made the refugees lying on the ground feel awe.

Under the yellow halo, the woman's every smile and frown revealed incomparable elegance and confidence, but the words she spoke were not very pleasing, "How can you be so cold-hearted? Haven't you seen how these villagers are suffering, without water and food, and how miserable their lives are? You clearly have the ability to help, but you turn a blind eye to the suffering of these refugees. You are so cold-hearted and heartless, don't you feel guilty?"

Damn, what a beautiful white lotus.

What should you do if you feel like destroying a flower?

Lin Xiaoyue didn't want to pay attention to the lunatic who suddenly appeared, but when Bai Lianhua saw her turn her head, she thought she had hit the nail on the head, so she felt ashamed and wanted to escape.

So, she started to speak more recklessly, "Look at your group. You have oxen and mule carts. The carts are not only full of clothes, bedding, pots and pans, but also a lot of food. You have so few family members that you can't even finish the food. Why don't you share some with the refugees who are starving and cold? Can't you see that the refugees are on the verge of death, exposed to the wind and sun, hungry and thirsty?"

"You, you big-headed ghost. You talk so nicely, why don't you be kind and help the refugees? Besides, girl, you are riding in a carriage, you must be a lady from a wealthy family. Your carriage alone is enough to match the savings of us country people who have worked hard for a lifetime. Since you are so generous, don't just talk and don't do anything. What's the point of being generous to others? If you want to help the refugees through their difficulties, you should take out food from your carriage and share it with the refugees."

Arya was so angry at this inexplicable woman that her blood ran backwards and her head almost flew off. I thought that the other party seemed to be of great importance, with at least a carriage, seven knife-wielding guards, and a personal maid serving her. This formation was extraordinary no matter how you looked at it.

As a result, being patient for a while does not mean peace and quiet. Taking a step back will only result in the other party taking further action. How can you still be patient? Fight back first.

"That's right, you sound quite generous, why don't you give all the food in your car to help the refugees? I'm afraid your clothes are worth the money that our family has accumulated through a lifetime of hard work. Moreover, you are kind and beautiful, if you want to do good, you can share your things. I believe that all the refugees here will be grateful to you for your kindness, and when they find a place to stay in the future, they may even light a perpetual lamp for you and burn three sticks of incense every morning, noon and evening to offer sincere offerings."

Xiaocao was not to be outdone and refuted back with Lin Zhaodi.

In her opinion, this woman is simply mentally ill. Didn't she see that there were more than ten people in their group, including old and young, and that the food in the car might not be enough for them to survive to the state capital? Yet, this girl wanted to take away their life-saving food and let others pay for her kindness. Isn't this a serious illness?

"Yes, my sister is right. Why don't you donate your own things to charity, but take advantage of the little things we have? Is this the kindness and upbringing of you rich people?"

Lin Zhaodi and Xiaocao spoke one sentence at a time, making the woman so angry that she stamped her feet. Meanwhile, the refugees nearby rekindled a small spark of hope amid the verbal battle between the two sides.

If you quarrel well, it’s better to fight.

Anyway, no matter which side suffers a loss, it will be good for them.

They don't care if the two sides quarrel until their faces turn red, and they secretly hope that the two sides will fight each other. It would be best if the two sides quarreled, and they just need to sit aside and wait for the two sides to fight to the death, and finally reap the benefits. That would be the best.

The refugees' hidden excitement did not escape Lin Xiaoyue's eyes, and she sneered in her heart: These people are indeed like those in the end of the world, who look helpless and pitiful, and dare not join the official organization or the private expedition team to go out of the base to collect supplies and face the threat of zombies. But they are like rats in the gutter, staying in the base all day, begging others for supplies to keep them alive.

Hehe..., everyone's supplies are earned with their lives, so why should people give you supplies just because you act pitiful? Is it because you are as thick-skinned as a city wall, or because you are a fool?

Lin Xiaoyue hates the Matthew effect that you are weak but you are right. This kind of weak person having a theory is pure moral kidnapping.

Why don't the weak think about it? Not all those who walked out of the base's security walls were superpowers, there were also many ordinary people.

Those people walked out of the thick walls of the base, risking their lives just to get a bite to eat. They tied their heads to their belts and fought with the zombies for themselves and their families, fighting for their lives against the sky.

The weak only need to kneel down on the ground, cry and shed tears, and they deserve help from others.

What’s even more hateful is that at times like this there are always some people with not-so-smart brains who jump out and make high-sounding accusations against those who are unwilling to give up supplies, saying how despicable, cruel, and cold-blooded they are, in order to highlight their own image as saints.