happy event

Chapter 569 Refugees enter the city

Shan Xing stood there blankly holding the broom, the little prince seemed to be very busy recently and ignored him.This broom is just a boy who passed by just now. He suddenly had something to do, so he asked him to help hold it...

Suddenly being called to guard, Shan Xing really wanted to throw away the broom in his hand and follow the princess. He wanted to do something serious, and he also wanted to go out and have a look. It was the best of both worlds!
The person in charge was still hesitating, and asked, "Princess, would you like to send some more guards?"

"Don't worry about the management, no matter how much it is, it should attract attention. That's it, does that little brother have other things?" Dong Rong asked Shan Xing with a smile on his face.

The steward glared at him, as if threatening to say, do you dare not go down?

Shan Xing put the broom next to the wall, stepped forward to Dong Rong's side, knelt down and said, "I have seen the princess before."

Dong Rong looked a little surprised, and thought he was a cold-faced child, but she didn't expect to give a big gift as soon as she came up, she subconsciously turned sideways to avoid kneeling, raised her hand to signal him to get up, and said, "Don't be too polite, get up."

Seeing that he was so sensible, the steward didn't dare to say more. After seeing Dong Rong out of the general's mansion, he slapped his head and said, "You have to tell the prince quickly!"

Dong Rong was wearing a bamboo hat, and Shan Xing followed behind with an umbrella, covering Dong Rong from the rain.

After a day and a night of heavy rain, it turned into light rain continuously.There were only a few stalls selling things on the street, and a large area was empty, but there were many refugees. They were either on their way or fleeing for their lives, and their sad faces were completely different from those of the original people in the city.

"I don't know how much affected area this rainfall has caused."

Shan Xing heard Dong Rong's whisper, and couldn't tell if he was talking to him, area?Is it flour?
Dong Rong walked slowly on the street, her temperament was similar to that of other wives, not conspicuous.As she walked, she paid attention to those women and children, with wet clothes on her body, and the children hugged their mother's neck tightly, shivering from the cold, but looked at the steaming bun shop not far away with bright eyes.

Shan Xing saw these involuntarily slowing down, holding the umbrella handle tightly with his fingers, lowering his head slightly as if he was struggling for something.

Dong Rong pondered, the situation of these refugees did not seem to be as bad as those in the past, and early arrangements can reduce troubles.First go to the bank to get some money and tell the store to purchase the necessary items. The tents and clothes are processed first. The food can still be settled for a day or two according to the number of people. The store in the south of the capital must send the supplies.

She was engrossed in thinking, and suddenly felt that the corner of her skirt was being gently pulled, and stopped in doubt, only then did Shan Xing realize that there was a three or four-year-old child who had been following them all along.

Dong Rong turned her head and saw a child who was only as high as her thigh, with a plump face and clear eyes. Judging by the fabric of his clothes, he should be a child from an ordinary family.

Facing such a cute child, Dong Rong squatted down and looked at him with a smile and asked, "What's the matter?" Pulling him closer without any trace.

Shan Xing tactfully pointed the umbrella towards the child to protect him from the rain.

Dong Rong's touch is cold, and children will get sick and have a fever sooner or later after being drenched like this.She took off the bamboo hat on her body and put it on the child, but the child didn't wear it. She took the hat and hugged it tightly, full of gratitude.

He looked up at the umbrella, and the rain suddenly stopped, then he looked at Shan Xing who was holding the umbrella, bent down and said thanks: "Thank you, big brother." Then he tilted his head to look at Dong Rong and said in a childish voice: "Thank you sister."

Dong Rong touched the top of his head, "Where are your parents? Don't run around."

"Sister, do you want to buy me?"

Dong Rong looked surprised, and touched his pale face, she really didn't expect him to say this, it was only so small.She could feel that the little boy didn't like her touch very much.

A rumbling sound came from the little boy's stomach, but Dong Rong couldn't laugh, and said softly, "Are you hungry? May I buy you buns?"

She thought the child was hungry and wanted to follow her. The little boy lowered his head and touched his belly, then raised his head and asked, "Sister, I can sweep the floor, burn fire, weave grasshoppers, praying mantises and dragonflies. I can only eat one meal a day." .As long as one tael of silver, will my sister buy me?"

Seeing Dong Rong frowning, he felt a little flustered, but Daniel said clearly that a tael of silver was already very cheap.He seemed to have made some decision and said sadly: "Sister, I don't eat, I drink porridge, I don't eat too much."

Shan Xing looked at the child as if thinking of the past. He also thought about selling himself to live with his parents. When there was a drought ten years ago, but he was eight years old at that time, and this child was half his age. Bar.

He looked at the princess, not knowing what the princess would do. He touched the few copper coins in his pocket, feeling blocked for a while, what did the few copper coins help.

Dong Rong looked behind the little boy. Several refugees were looking at them. Those strange eyes were obviously not from the boy's family.

She tried her best to speak softly: "Son, where are your parents?"

When mentioning parents, the child's eyes turned red, "My parents are sick, and the doctor refuses to see them. They say they need money and they will see you if they have money. Sister, I will be very valuable in the future."

Dong Rong sighed, looking at the child's innocent eyes, did he know the concept of value or not at such a young age?Unable to bear the starvation of the child, she took out a piece of silver from her body. At that moment, the eyes of the refugees nearby lit up, and the eyes of the little boy were full of longing, not greed but longing.It is different from the eyes of those adults around.

Shan Xing was silent all the way, then glanced around and stopped Dong Rong from saying: "Madam, be careful, you will be in trouble if you don't reveal your wealth."

When Dong Rong was reminded, she regained consciousness in an instant, and looked around at the refugees who were already approaching. They were drenched in the rain, and many of them were coughing.

If he didn't deal with it, there might be another disease contagion. She took back the money, and the little boy's eyes dimmed.

"Follow me." Dong Rong took the child to the side of the steamed stuffed bun shop and bought him two steamed stuffed buns to shelter him from the rain.

During the period, the little boy sneezed a few times, and Dong Rong was even more worried about what would happen to these refugees after the outbreak of influenza.

The little boy held the bun but didn't eat it, and looked at Dong Rong with clear eyes, as if he was waiting for Dong Rong to speak.

Dong Rong squatted down, her skirt was already wet a lot, no one cared.She asked the little boy to eat the buns and said, "Stand here obediently. I'll find a doctor. You don't have to be afraid to eat the buns first. If you don't eat the buns, you won't find a doctor for your parents."

"I'll eat it, I'll eat it, I'll eat it!" The little boy immediately ate the big meat bun, fearing that Dong Rong would regret it, his cheeks were bulging with the bun stuffed, it looked so cute, and Dong Rong felt happy and distressed.

"Eat slowly and don't choke."

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop looked at Dong Rong, knowing that he was from a wealthy family, and he had no objection to her paying for steamed stuffed buns for the sudden extra refugees, but he just tried to persuade her. "This lady is kind-hearted, but there are too many people to help them. These people are not hungry enough, and they will be robbed if they are hungry for a day or two. Madam, you should be careful not to reveal your wealth. People are hungry and crazy. Anything can be done."

The little boy was chewing the buns, he didn't quite understand what the bun shop owner said, but he understood the word hungry, and said innocently, "Uncle is right, I'm very hungry."

"Hey, ma'am, look, this kid can do anything. But he looks good. There are a few families in the city that don't have children. Go ask and you should be able to ask for it."

Dong Rong shook her head, and said to the boss: "I'll find someone, please look at this kid, brother, don't let anyone bully you."

"Small things, if Madam really wants to take care of them, it's because of her kindness. If she can save one, it's a good thing."

Dong Rong said to the little boy, "Don't leave here, or I won't be able to find you or your parents."

Shan Xing took a few glances at the little boy, his hands were considered clean, whether it was washed by rain or something.It should be a child who has never suffered.It was different from his previous callused hands, which were dirty and black.

He didn't know how big the child's appetite was, but he seemed to be able to eat a big steamed stuffed bun at that time. After thinking about it, Shan Xing looked at the child and said, "What kind of steamed stuffed bun do you like to eat?"

Dong Rong looked at Shan Xing and said nothing.

The child said: "Sweet... sweet." It is estimated that Shan Xing's stern face made him a little scared, but he didn't dare not answer, so he stammered.

After all, children are not scared.

Shan Xing took out his copper coins and said to the boss, "Give him three sweet buns."

"Okay." The boss quickly collected the money, picked up a paper bag, filled him with three big buns, and handed them to the child.

The child seemed a little confused. He looked at Dong Rong and saw that she still had a gentle smile on her face before taking it. He thought this sister was going to buy him?But...he wants money instead of buns.

But my sister said that she wanted to find a doctor to see her parents...

Hmm... what should I do.

It was raining, not many people went out, and not many bought buns.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop teased the child cheerfully, deliberately scaring him, saying: "Boy, it's miserable to sell to others. If you can't make a good one, you'll be whipped, and your skin will be sore."

The little boy was dumbfounded.

"But seeing how kind the lady was just now, she probably wouldn't hit anyone."

The little boy nodded with a wink and a smile.

"Because you don't have to do it yourself when you're a wife. Have you seen the guard next to her? How fierce is that face? If you talk to him, he won't talk to you. If you can beat him, you can scream, no You don't have clothes to wear in winter when you can't finish eating, what a pity."

little boy:"……"

"Don't you believe it? Look at the beggar in the corner. He's three years older than you. He has a lame foot. He was beaten by the owner and threw him out. No one wanted him, so he had to beg."

"Wow..." The little boy looked at the little beggar who couldn't see his face clearly, and cried out as soon as he curled his mouth.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop laughed out loud, looking particularly heartless.

The aunt who sells textiles next door couldn't stand it any longer, she spat on the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and coaxed: "Son, don't cry, don't cry, this dishonest thing is scaring you, that lady just now looked like a good person."

The little boy looked at the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop with tears in his eyes, and then at the kind aunt, then nodded and stopped crying slowly.

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop was still laughing, "Auntie, why are you coaxing him? This boy should cry, and he feels better after crying." Then he looked at the little boy and asked, "Is the boy more comfortable?"

The little boy sobbed, thought for a while and hummed, and obediently ate the buns.

The sudden disaster, a flood submerged his house, he was too scared to cry, afraid that the adults who took them on the road would abandon his parents, so he endured it all the time.

(End of this chapter)