Need for money

Hearing the yelling, Lin Jingzhi was startled. In this situation, the most feared thing is that someone will fight for it, otherwise the people behind will follow suit, and it will be a mess.

If the looting really started, the middle-aged men would be better off, but the elderly, women and children would suffer. They would not be able to grab food, it would be a small matter to be hungry, and they might be trampled by the crowd, injured, or even die.

Good intentions can't do bad things, Lin Jingzhi rushed over immediately.

Aunt Yu frowned slightly, and also ran over quickly, but she was a daughter, so she was not easy to squeeze around, so she stood on the periphery of the crowd, while the chief steward was worried that her master would be injured, regardless of her age. , followed behind the master, and squeezed into the crowd.

"What's going on, what's going on?" As soon as he squeezed through the crowd, Lin Jingzhi saw a manservant of his family grabbing a grown man by the collar, yelling not to let go.

The grown man's face turned red, he was holding porridge in one hand, and holding two steamed buns in the other.

"Second Lord, this man is grabbing steamed buns." Seeing the master coming, the male servant hurriedly replied.

"Oh?" Seeing that the man took an extra steamed bun, Lin Jingzhi asked, "What's going on? Why did you take an extra steamed bun?"

Lin Jingzhi heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the refugees around him did not come forward to rob him, but he spoke very politely, using the word "take" instead of "grab". Suffering is related, otherwise if you have been hungry for three days and three nights, how could you care so much, you would have rushed up.

"Small... the villain didn't take too much. This steamed bun belongs to my son." The middle-aged man said and turned his body. Only then did Lin Jingzhi see that there was a thin boy standing behind the man. At this moment, he was staring at a pair of big eyes, tightly holding the corner of his father's clothes.

The little boy looked about four or five years old, his eyes were full of fear, and he seemed frightened.

"Nonsense, how old is your son this year, how can he have his share? I told you just now that the child will only serve porridge and steamed buns when he is seven years old." The Lin family's male servant yelled loudly again.

Lin Jingzhi frowned when he heard the words, and glanced at the male servant. This person has a violent temper and is not suitable for the work of distributing meals. The person who distributes steamed buns and porridge should be calm and easy-going, otherwise troubles will easily arise.

In order to allow the refugees in the back to eat as soon as possible, he directed a servant pulling a cart just now to take over the work of the servant and continue to share the meals, while he led the two of them and the child out of the crowd and made way for them. .

"Young master, it's because the villain's son is starving and eats a lot, so the villain also took a steamed bun for his son." As soon as he walked out of the crowd, the middle-aged man knelt down on the ground with a plop and began to explain.

And dragged the boy in front of him, and knelt down.

"Fart, how much can a four or five-year-old child eat! I think it's because you are not greedy enough, that's why you want to get an extra steamed bun." The Lin family servant continued to yell.

Because the manservant took the lead, Lin Jingzhi didn't have a good impression of him, but he didn't criticize him. No matter what he did, he had to follow the rules, otherwise everyone would not abide by them, and it would be a mess.

"But... but the little man's child is really good at eating."

As soon as the mature man's voice fell, the male servant of the Lin family immediately said: "Okay, since you said your son can eat, that's fine, you can let him eat now, and let my second master see how big he is. appetite!"

Although Lin Jingzhi now wants to transfer this male servant away as soon as possible, this man's idea seems quite reasonable. This method can indeed measure whether to share steamed buns with children.

The strong man nodded repeatedly, "Okay, the villain will let him eat now, he hasn't eaten for a day, and he's already starving."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man stuffed a steamed bun into his son's hand.

The boy took the steamed bun, his eyes brightened instantly, his eyes were almost green, it seemed that he was really hungry, but just as he was about to eat, he was stopped by Lin Jingzhi, who suddenly bent down and held the little boy The boy's arm said to the grown-up man: "He was very hungry before, if he ate too much, it would be bad for his stomach, and he would easily choke if he ate steamed buns like this, you'd better let him drink two mouthfuls of porridge first. "

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, and fed the porcelain bowl in his hand to the little boy's mouth.

The little boy opened his mouth and drank, gurgling for a while, and drank a portion of the porridge in the bowl. When Lin Jingzhi let go of his little hand, he gave up the porridge and began to eat it with big mouths.

Under the gaze of everyone, after eating for a long time, the little boy could not eat the whole steamed bun, but he still ate more than two-thirds. Lin Jingzhi looked at it and secretly clicked his tongue. This little boy is really starving. , Or do all the children in poor people's families eat like this?

"You, go and get them another steamed bun." Seeing that the middle-aged man had not lied, Lin Jingzhi ordered the servant to go and bring another steamed bun. The servant was obviously just a bit bad-tempered, not bad-natured, so happy In response, he ran to the big basket containing steamed buns.

"Boss, go over there and give me an order. Except for those who have not yet learned to walk, put steamed buns according to their heads." Lin Jingzhi saw that a four or five-year-old boy could eat so much, and he was afraid that there would be such a thing again in the future. Things, he gave Pang Lu an order.

Pang Lu responded and delivered the order.

"Second Master, you've been busy all morning, are you hungry?" Aunt Yu took two steamed buns from a bamboo basket and came over to ask.

Rubbing his stomach, Lin Jingzhi was really hungry and panicked. He turned his head, stretched out his hand, snatched one from Aunt Yu's hand, and stuffed it into his mouth unceremoniously.

Because she didn't expect Lin Jingzhi to snatch it, Aunt Yu was successfully attacked. She chewed her mouth and couldn't speak, so she could only give Lin Jingzhi a hard look. It turned out that Lin Jingzhi didn't pick up the other hand A steamed bun, but snatched the one she just put to her mouth and took a bite.

Seeing this man shamelessly put the corner of the steamed bun that had been bitten by her teeth into her mouth, her pretty face hidden under the veil instantly flushed,

'Thick-skinned, not ashamed, to eat a woman's saliva. '

"Hey." Lin Jingzhi didn't care about Aunt Yu's angry eyes at all. The corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he smiled very complacently. Now he and Aunt Yu are only kissing indirectly, but in the future, sooner or later, he will kiss Aunt Yu. The woman was wiped clean.

Seeing that the man in front of her was so hateful, Aunt Yu could only turn her head to one side angrily, trying to keep out of sight.

As the sun gradually rose, the servants of the Lin family divided more than half of the second batch of porridge and steamed buns, and the refugees finally had enough to eat. Lin Jingzhi looked at these people only because they could eat enough. , a simple, satisfied smile filled his face, and his heart felt sour.

What a contented person!

Lifting up the hem of his clothes, he came to the side of the car frame, let his servants help him to stand on the car, and as he walked, all the victims also turned their attention.

"Folks, starting from today, the Lin family will put meals here on time at Si o'clock in the morning and You o'clock in the afternoon until March next year!"

As soon as these words came out, the people sitting around were all overjoyed, and then they didn't know who was the leader, one after another, they knelt down to him and bowed their heads to thank him.

Lin Jingzhi had never seen this formation before, and he waved his hands to signal them to stand up. Thousands of people kowtowed to him in thanks. This scene was quite spectacular.

After these thousands of people heard his persuasion, they stood up one by one, and gathered together according to their respective family members. The elderly, men, women, and children all burst into tears of joy, and finally , They finally don't have to worry about starving to death in the next few days!

At this time, the deep wrinkles on the old man's face were no longer mixed with worry, the man heaved a sigh of relief, the woman's willow eyebrows stretched out, and the child's cheeks had dimples because of the smile. They were disassembled to form a beautiful picture scroll, and at the same time, they were also a fascinating picture when put together. Lin Jingzhi stood on the carriage, looking at it, feeling his nose sore, so he quickly jumped off, not daring to look again.

"Second Master, it's getting late, let's go home." Aunt Yu saw all the changes in the expression on Lin Jingzhi's face, her heart softened, and she said softly.

"Well, go home, let's go home!"

Compared with the refugees, Lin Jingzhi has a deeper understanding of the meaning of home.