After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

This group of refugees were not only dressed in tatters, but also skinny. The cloth shoes on the soles of their feet were worn out and their toes were exposed. The trousers and sleeves were already torn.

He looked like a beggar, but he didn't hold a broken bowl in his hand, and he was carrying a small bundle. He didn't know how far he had escaped from.

They were men, women, and children.

It was the child who was tied to his mother's back. He looked sick, as if he was about to die.

The girls were hiding behind their men, while the men were holding sharp stones as weapons. They looked menacing, but in fact they were evasive in their eyes, showing no confidence at all.

"Baozi! Big meaty buns, hurry up! Get all the buns in your hands!"

Mr. Feng frowned and was about to speak when Jiang Wancheng gently pulled him back.

"Master, let me come. They may be refugees from the disaster."

She quickly swallowed all the buns in her mouth. Although her chest hurt from choking, her stomach felt relieved.

As the saying goes, save yourself first when saving others. She was willing to help others even if she had extra money.

Jiang Wancheng wrapped the remaining three buns in oil paper and threw them away.

These people hurriedly grabbed it, not caring about the mud in their hands. One of them took a bite and stuffed it into his mouth.

Unfortunately, after a few sips, it was gone.

"Are there any more?"

"The little girl still has it in her hand."

Sister Ya was so frightened that she quickly ate half of the bun in her hand.

There was only one left. After thinking about it, I threw it out.

"I do not have anymore."

Sister Ya spread her little hands, puffed her cheeks, and said aggrievedly.

The refugees picked it up again and quickly shared the food. This time each person could share a piece of dough as big as a fingernail and half a fingernail's worth of meat filling.

The rest was used to coax the baby on his back.

They still seemed dissatisfied that Jiang Wancheng and the four of them had only this little food to eat.

It's not even enough to fit between the teeth.

After taking that bite, it was simply worse than not eating at all!
But seeing the clothes on Jiang Wancheng and the others, the group suddenly seemed to pay attention again.

"Their clothes are pretty good. If you take them to that town, you might be able to sell them for some money, right?"

"That's right, after we get the money, we can still treat the second baby!"

They muttered a few words, then trembled and pointed at Jiang Wancheng and the others with the stones in their hands.

"Hand over all the valuable things you have on you! Hurry!"

"Take off all your clothes!"

Jiang Wancheng was speechless: "I'll take it off for you, what should we wear?"

Sister Ya: "Yes, we can't be naked!"

Children's words are unbridled. As soon as these words came out, the refugees couldn't help but blush.

"That, that has nothing to do with us! We only want money, not lives! But if you are unwilling to cooperate, don't blame us - ah!!"

With a scream, Wen Erlang picked up a stick at hand and threw it over, then knocked the man in front of him to the ground with a hammer.

"The second baby's father——"

"Third brother!!"

The refugees immediately rushed forward to look at the man who fell on the ground.

Jiang Wancheng quickly looked at Wen Erlang and silently gave a thumbs up: "You can do it, Erlang!"

Sister Ya clapped her little hands happily, "Second brother, you are so awesome."

Wen Erlang himself was also shocked.

He looked at his hands, wondering when he had become a strong man?
"I... just feel that they have gone too far. We gave them buns, but they still wanted to rob us. Sister, I didn't mean to knock him down deliberately..."

Wen Erlang was influenced by Jiang Wancheng, and now his hostility towards the world has gradually become less rigid. Therefore, Wen Erlang felt a little guilty when he saw that he had beaten this poor refugee unconscious with a stick.

Jiang Wancheng comforted him: "Although they are pitiful, their behavior just now was indeed a bit too much. It's okay. His fainting should have nothing to do with you."

As Jiang Wancheng said something, she thought of something. She touched it from her arms. When she didn't touch the veil, she tore off the hem of her skirt and quickly made a simple mask.

Mr. Feng also noticed something unusual.

He stepped forward and was about to reach out to detect the man's aura and pulse when he was pushed away by this group of refugees.

"Go away!"

"It's you murderers! It was you who killed the second baby's father!"

"You are murderers! Murderers!"

They stared at Jiang Wancheng and the others angrily, as if they were really staring at the murderer, their eyes full of hatred.

Mr. Feng: "You! A bunch of ungrateful and unruly people! If my disciple hadn't been kind-hearted and wanted to give you some food just now, do you think you could easily get within two meters of us?"

Mr. Feng squinted his eyes, his eyes filled with anger and passion.

Jiang Wancheng pulled Feng Lao, and then slowly looked at the refugees and said, "I know that you may have lost many relatives and even your houses and fields because of this flood. Now you are homeless and forced to leave your hometown. It’s already riddled with wounds and angry and world-weary.”

"So, I understand your behavior just now. After all, you can still think about leaving half a bun for the poor child and buying medicine to treat his illness. But this is not an excuse for you to push your limits and trample on our kindness. "

When these refugees heard what she said, they didn't express any harsh words, but for some reason, it made them feel ashamed.

Seeing their expressions, Jiang Wancheng knew that they were not really arrogant and unreasonable people, so he added: "If you don't want him to die on this foreign road, it's best for us, master and disciple, to hurry up and Diagnose him and perhaps save his life!"

After saying this, Jiang Wancheng put on the mask in his hand and stepped forward.

"Erlang, take Sister Ya and walk further away."

Obediently, Wen Erlang immediately pulled Sister Ya and ran to a place ten meters away before stopping.

Jiang Wancheng knelt down, but the refugees were hesitant and did not stop him.

"Are you doctors?"

"Can you really save the second baby's father?"

Feng Lao opened his mouth to argue: "I'm not a doctor..."

"Master!" Jiang Wancheng felt the man's pulse, immediately frowned and shouted loudly.

"Come over quickly and take a look. He is suffering from high fever and his skin is red. He has no night sweats, but he looks like he is having a convulsion."

Mr. Feng didn't say any more, but quickly came to Jiang Wancheng's side.

Jiang Wancheng gave Lao Feng the bottom of the extra mask he had just made.

"Master, you always wear it to prevent accidents."

Mr. Feng: "I am immune to all poisons..."

Jiang Wancheng said in a deep voice: "Maybe it's the plague."

Feng Lao immediately took it and put it on.

It protects against viruses, but it cannot prevent diseases.

When they heard the word 'plague', the faces of these refugees immediately changed.

"How could it be a plague?"

"That's right, how could it be?"

"Then we won't suffer too, right?"

"Isn't the plague contagious?"

"Oops! This is terrible! I saw several people coughing in the village we passed by before. Er Wa may have suffered from it there!"

"That's right. The father and the second baby are close to each other, so it is possible for them to be infected!"

The more people talked about it, the more people became panicky. In the end, the fear of illness and death defeated the mutual love of the villagers. (End of chapter)