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Xiao Ran turned her head and saw Xiao Yang running in from the door, followed by Duan Li.

He didn't look well, and he kept avoiding Xiao Ran's gaze.

Xiao Yang threw herself into the old man's arms, then turned to glare at Xiao Ran and said, "Old Deng isn't like that at all, he did it because of me..."

The old man slapped Xiao Yang on the head hard and said, "What 'Old Deng'! Didn't I tell you not to call me 'Old Deng'? Call me Old Deng!"

Xiao Yang rubbed his head, made a face at Old Deng, and then turned to Xiao Ran and said, "Old Deng asked me to sell Guanyin clay because of me..."

Xiao Yang recounted the story in detail.

Xiao Yang was shocked to hear of his grandfather's death and wanted to visit the village prison.

But for an ordinary person like him, especially one who claims to be Old Wang's grandson, no one would pay any attention to him. In fact, it's already considered good that they haven't dealt with his remaining followers.

Although Xiao Yang kept it a secret from his great-grandmother, the truth eventually came out. When the news of Lao Wang's death reached his great-grandmother, who was already ill, she fell even more seriously ill upon hearing the news and spent her days in a coma.

Xiao Yang was just a little boy, not even ten years old yet. How could he possibly endure all this? Besides, his great-grandmother had also fallen ill, and the family had no source of income, so even eating had become a problem.

By chance, he heard that Guanyin clay was being sold in the back mountain.

But he had no money.

"So I took him in, because I felt sorry for him," Old Deng said, pulling Xiao Yang aside.

"Old Deng isn't a bad person. He promised me that all the money I make from selling Guanyin clay is mine!" Xiao Yang looked at Old Deng with a wronged expression, then glared fiercely at Xiao Ran and said, "My great-grandmother is still lying in bed. What would you people in the village care about her!"

Xiao Ran hadn't expected that there were so many twists and turns in Liuyun Village. Although she knew that the harvest was bad this year, she didn't expect that some people couldn't even afford to eat and could only eat dirt.

But what could they do? Liuyun Village was isolated from the outside world, and there must have been quite a few people like Lao Wang and Xiao Yang's family who went astray in order to survive.

It's just that she doesn't know it.

"I understand now," Xiao Ran said, bowing slightly in apology.

Seeing this, Old Deng waved his hand and said, "Never mind... It's just that you didn't know."

"But I still request that you stop selling Guanyin clay." After saying that, Xiao Ran told them the story of the man she had treated that morning and his mother.

There was silence in the room.

Xiao Yang looked at Old Deng with disbelief. Old Deng just stared at the ground to the side and didn't say anything.

He knew all too well that Guanyin soil was harmful...

"I understand," Old Deng said, bowing his head.

Xiao Yang, who was standing to the side, slowly asked, "...Is what she said true?"

Xiao Ran didn't listen anymore.

He walked over to Duanli and gestured for him to go out with him.

……

Several days passed in this way.

At dawn, birds chirped, and as autumn approached, a breeze picked up, and the weather wasn't so hot anymore.

A woman tucked the blanket around her sick son on the bed, got up, and carried the basket on her back.

Before leaving, he made sure to light three sticks of incense in the house.

But this day was different. As soon as she stepped out, she saw several groups of people carrying pots and pans heading up the mountain.

Actually, she saw it yesterday, but there were relatively few people around, so she didn't think much of it.

There are more people today.

She casually stopped a woman and asked, "Aunt Ma, what are you doing here?"

The woman named Aunt Ma turned her head and looked over. The cloth covering her face was slowly blown open by the wind. She quickly pulled it back, but the floral cloth on her face could not cover the freckles all over her face.

She said anxiously, "Oh dear, Granny Zhao. Don't you know? They've been giving out porridge in the village these past few days, and if you're late, you won't get any... Oh well, I have to hurry!"

After saying that, she jogged a few steps to catch up.

The woman was surprised when she heard this.

How could she miss out on such a good thing? Besides, her family had already cut back on food, which is why her son ate that damn clay and got sick!

Thinking of this, she immediately went back into the house, dropped the basket, picked up a wooden basin from the kitchen, and hurried up the mountain.

……

After rushing as fast as I could, I finally made it up the mountain.

Since it was early morning, there weren't many people yet, so she found the line with the fewest people and joined it.

She wanted to see what was going on ahead, but there were too many people, and it was so crowded that she couldn't see anything even if she stood on tiptoe.

So she simply drifted off to sleep.

The reason is simple: since their son fell ill, the family has had no source of income and can only make a living by doing sewing and mending late at night.

She only dozed off for a short while before it was her turn. She bent down and picked up the wooden basin that was next to her.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw the person distributing the porridge.

It was Miss Xiao who came to treat her son that day.

She was dressed in a blue robe, her face veiled by a thin gauze, her slender waist supported by willow branches, and she was wiping the thin layer of sweat from her face with her rolled-up sleeves.

Xiao Ran looked up and saw the woman, but did not react. "Please put the bowl up here."

The woman was somewhat embarrassed, since she had brought a large wooden basin, so she could only hand it over timidly.

But Xiao Ran still didn't react, she just kept scooping out the porridge.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the girl in front of her must be a forgetful person who had long forgotten about her!

But the next moment, Xiao Ran said, "The chief knew that the people in the village had been deceived by Guanyin Tu, and he couldn't bear to see them end up starving to death. So he sold some warhorses and weapons and sent people in disguise to the capital to buy grain to distribute porridge."

"We will be distributing porridge in the square every day this month, so you are welcome to come."

Upon hearing this, the woman was overjoyed and kept saying, "Good, good..."

Seeing that the wooden basin was almost full, Xiao Ran covered it with a piece of gauze and handed it over.

"That way, you and your son will have food."

The woman took the wooden basin, and upon hearing Xiao Ran's words, she broke out in a cold sweat and said with a forced smile, "Yes, yes."

He then quickly hurried away from the spot.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran smiled gently and then scooped up some porridge for the next person who came to get some.

……

In the afternoon, after serving the porridge, Xiao Ran sat on a wooden chair in the house, repeatedly rubbing her arms.

There were a lot of people today, and the distribution was completed in no time.

At this moment, Duan Li walked in from outside, carrying his sword.

"Is everything done?" Xiao Ran hissed, feeling the soreness in her arm.

"Hmm." Duan Li walked over and squatted down next to Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran was a little confused when she saw Duan Li reach out, seemingly wanting to rub her arm.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Although she was married in her previous life, she had never been intimate with her husband, let alone with such a handsome young man approaching her.

Seeing that Xiao Ran didn't extend her hand forward, but instead hesitated and shrank back a bit, Duan Li felt a little strange.

But the strangeness vanished the next moment, for a woman's shrill scream was heard.

"You quack!"