In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

If they want to give alms, why don't they take out their own things?

They actually set their sights on her dry rations?

"Why should I give away things I bought with my own money?"

“Sister Wanwan, that’s not right. Your dry rations are just sitting there anyway.”

"So much of it is going to waste; wouldn't it be better to give it to those who need it?"

"I don't even have enough to eat myself, how can this be considered a waste?"

If you want to give alms, why not share your own food?

"Sister Wanwan, it's not that I don't share. It's just that there's not enough for us to eat."

How could we possibly distribute enough food to so many people? The only provisions you have in your cart are enough for them.

"Sister Zhou, isn't what you're saying ridiculous?"

You said you didn't have enough to go around. So why pretend to be generous and give things away?

Taking other people's things to give as charity—is that even acceptable?

"I don't even have enough to eat myself, why should I send more to you?"

"You don't have enough to eat?"

Isn't it also Brother Gu who goes up the mountain to hunt for you to eat?

"You won't even take out that little bit of dry rations?"

"Please, I don't need Brother Gu's help all the time, okay?"

Why should I give away my own provisions for charity?

Gu Chaomu, who was standing to the side, couldn't listen to it anymore.

He figured Qiao Wanwan had only recently accepted his pastries, so there was no need for her to eat naan bread.

They wouldn't even spare a little to give to the refugees?

This woman is too selfish.

Sure enough, no matter how things change,

None of that can change the fact that she is a spoiled and willful rich girl.

He shouted at the rude and unsympathetic Qiao Wanwan:

"Qiao Wanwan, don't go too far."

Xinyue is kind-hearted; she only came to you because she didn't get any food.

"At worst, we'll give you the money we'd spent on naan, and use that to buy the dry rations you have to give to the refugees."

Qiao Wanwan listened to his explanation.

That's absolutely hilarious.

Is she lacking money?

In this desolate wilderness, this little bit of food was all she needed.

They actually wanted to take her provisions?

no way!

Qiao Wanwan clapped her hands and made two sarcastic "tsk tsk" sounds.

“You’re right, she is kind-hearted, but it’s a foolish kindness.”

Without considering her own situation, she blindly extended her message outwards, what she considered to be goodwill.

Zhou Xinyue was scolded by Qiao Wanwan for being ignorant and foolish, and her face turned ashen.

"Sister Wanwan, how could you say that to me?"

She looked troubled and aggrieved.

Gu Chaomu, who was beside him, was not happy about it.

He stood in front of Zhou Xinyue, protecting her.

"Qiao Wanwan, what are you saying?"

"I'm speaking human language."

Hearing Qiao Wanwan throwing a tantrum and constantly arguing with him, Gu Chaomu got angry.

He sternly reprimanded her:

"Qiao Wanwan, don't be so selfish. Are you going to give it to me or not?"

"No."

"you…"

Qiao Wanwan stood at the carriage door, hands on her hips, head tilted back, looking down at them.

Dissatisfied:

"It's my own stuff. Why should I give it to you?"

"... "

Gu Chaomu was at a loss for what to do with her; he was absolutely furious.

But I can't lay a hand on her.

The group of refugees behind him were all staring blankly.

Qiao Wanwan is constantly going against him now, which is really embarrassing for him.

The woman refuted my promise to the refugees.

It made him lose face.

Qiao Wanwan refused to give it to him, blocking the carriage doorway.

She glared fiercely at the couple below who were eyeing her food.

"Miss…"

Chunxia, ​​standing beside her, watched as her mistress and young master Gu went against each other.

They were all slightly embarrassed.

Qiao Wanwan glared back.

"What, are you going to take his side?"

"I dare not do it in spring and summer."

"That's good."

Qiao Wanwan gave a cold snort at the man and woman in front of her, looking very arrogant.

...

Hearing the commotion outside, Xie Ze slightly opened his tightly closed eyes.

"What happened outside?"

"It seems that Young Master Gu wanted to help the refugees on the road and got into an argument with Miss Qiao."

"Oh, is that so?"

Xie Ze certainly wouldn't miss the chance to see the woman unleash her fury.

He smiled slightly, reminding Zhong Shi beside him.

"Take me down to take a look."

"Yes, Master."

The wheelchair was moved to a spot not far from Qiao Wanwan's carriage. The man in the seat watched the commotion and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Quietly watching someone in the carriage, protecting their own interests.

They were so bold and fearless in the face of so many people.

He said loudly:

"If you want to give alms, give them your own food."

Don't even think about taking my food. I don't have any extra grain here.

“Wanwan, how could you possibly finish more than a dozen naan breads by yourself?”

Let's share some with them; consider it an act of kindness and good deeds for ourselves.

"What virtue do I have to accumulate? I have not done anything wrong, and I have no blessings to ask for."

Moreover,

Is accumulating good deeds more important than one's own survival?

How ridiculous!

“Sister Wanwan…”

"Qiao Wanwan, we're giving you face, so don't push your luck."

"Hehe, that's hilarious. Are you guys robbers?"

So you're using moral blackmail, trying to force me to do things?

A couple was rendered speechless by her retort.

"... "

The refugees behind them also began to stir.

Several burly men, who seemed to be the leaders, exchanged glances.

Suddenly he shouted loudly:

"Fellow villagers, the grain is in this cart."

Stop wasting time talking to them, just rush in and grab it!

"it is good!"

The refugees, having received their instructions, began to move, keeping a close eye on Qiao Wanwan's carriage as they ran towards it.

He pushed Zhou Xinyue, who was blocking his way.

"what!"

The woman screamed in agony, and the maidservant was also pushed and shoved by the refugees.

The hired knight-errant was shouting.

"Su Xu, come quickly and protect the young lady."

The middle-aged man who had been standing to the side, listening for a long time, held a sword in his hand and crossed his arms.

But there was no movement.

The hat he wore, made of bamboo, was slightly lifted by the hilt of his sword, and his fierce eyes coldly stared at his employer, who was reaping what he sowed.

Zhou Xinyue was pushed to the ground, and only Gu Chaomu stepped forward to protect her.

He held her in his arms, shielding her from the pressure of the people's unrest.

But Qiao Wanwan, who lived in a crowded area, wasn't so lucky.

She watched as refugees swarmed in.

He quickly reminded Chunxia behind him.

"Protect the money in the carriage well."

"Yes, ma'am."

Chunxia hurriedly went inside to retrieve the package, while Qiao Wanwan ran downstairs and shoved the refugees who were approaching.

Try to give Chunxia time to pick up the package.

"Don't push and shove. Stealing and robbing is illegal, do you know that?"

But why would anyone listen?

I just find the people blocking my way annoying.

The elderly, children, the sick, and the disabled, eager to get a bite of food, hurriedly pushed and shoved her.

They didn't care whether she lived or died.

Qiao Wanwan was being pushed and shoved by people.

I managed to steady myself and didn't fall.

Because she knew that if she fell to the ground, a stampede would definitely occur.

Even if she doesn't die, she'll be crippled.

The horse was also quite frightened.

Squeezed and pushed by a chaotic crowd, breathing heavily through their noses, pacing back and forth.

Qiao Wanwan was immediately pushed to the back of the crowd.

The refugees behind her saw her still pulling and tugging at them, trying to obstruct them.

He then forcefully pushed her away.

"Go away!"

"!!"

Qiao Wanwan stepped on an uneven surface and lost her footing.

He fell straight backward.

She was unwilling to accept it and shouted:

"shit"

"... "