The Supporting Actress System

Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu decided to settle down in the state of Wu. They opened a small shop selling all kinds of sweet and salty cakes.

Because of the good business, Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu were not able to cope.

The next day, the slightly older children who were not injured among the children went to the shop to help with Jiang Zixi.

Although the children were puzzled, they still nodded after knowing they didn't need to be beaten.

"it's not to be beaten, it's to work. We open the shop, and all the things sold in the shop are made by me and your uncle fan. From now on, you will also follow us. Is it clear?"

Jiang Zixi couldn't laugh or cry:

"can I play for my sister's share?"

Xiao San immediately protected Xiao Si:

they didn't have the concept of work in their mind, only knew that being beaten could exchange money, so Jiang Zixi's work became being beaten every day.

"Work?"

The children looked at Jiang Zi shyly:

"there is no free lunch in the world. I am not raising you for nothing. I want you to work for me, and then I will give you places to live and food to eat. Do you understand?"

When Jiang Zixi settled the children and cured them, they said:

there were too many children. Fan Qiyu and Jiang Zixi had to spend all their savings to buy a bigger house and put the children in these rooms.

There are more than 50 children in this group. In addition, ten children who were beaten and stole steamed bread before going out, a total of 66.

He is the one who knows her best in the world.

Jiang Zi Xi had a meal and then laughed.

"Good."

Before she had finished her words, fan Qiyu nodded with a smile:

"isn't the store just a bad person? Anyway, we have to invite people to work, or... "

Jiang Zixi pondered for a long time and looked back at fan Qiyu:

from the beginning to the end, the temple was quiet, and no one was making any noise.

She thought that hungry children would rush to eat, but they did not, they just endure the desire to eat, waiting for the third to deliver the food to them.

"You give it to them."

Jiang Zixi gave all the food boxes to Xiao San:

if they were not afraid of fan Qiyu's tall stature, they would rush to grab them immediately.

Hearing the last three children, all the children's eyes were bright, with a fierce green light like a wolf, staring at the basket in the hands of Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu.

"Don't be afraid. They are all good people and give us a lot of food. Today we are all full of food."

Xiao San's weakness before he swept away was like a child king saying:

"brother..." A little girl in the crowd called timidly.

All the children were thin and frail, and when they saw outsiders coming, they all showed panic and fear.

The temple was more dilapidated than they imagined, and it was hard to cover the wind and rain, but it was full of children.

Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu looked at each other, cooked a lot of food and pasta, and went to the temple in the south of the city with the third.

His parents died too early, and his life was so hard that he even forgot his surname.

"I don't remember. They call me Xiao San and my sister Xiao Si."

"What's your name?"

After hearing this, Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu were extremely sad:

they thought that they could live as long as they were strong and could be beaten.

Being beaten becomes the "currency" in their hands.

Repeated beating and getting food made them feel that they could get food if they were beaten.

"You are really good people. A boss called stingy before. He beat me up and took away the steamed bread in my hand and fed it to the dog."

When the child saw Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu, they showed their white teeth and laughed:

shop owners would not be lenient because they were children. In addition, they had no money to see a doctor, so many children were killed every day.

They don't want to be full, as long as they can live.

"I'll be able to live with a couple of other people just by beating them."

Many children die of starvation every day.

The children survived, but without their parents, they lived especially hard. They got together with other displaced orphans and slept in a small temple in the south of the city.

After some inquiry, the two people knew that the child was an orphan left by the war. Both parents died in an accident. When they died, they protected him and his sister.

"I Can I take these things with me? They all They are all hungry Waiting for me to go back... "

But he didn't eat a mouthful, only some shivering said:

"thank you Thank you... "

The child looked at the food in his arms. He couldn't believe there were such good people in the world"Eat it, eat it and go quickly. Don't do these sneaky things in the future."

Jiang Zixi looked at fan Qiyu, who immediately understood, took out the fried Sanzi and half cold fried dough sticks in the backyard and handed them to the child:

the child nodded, his eyes trembled with fear and fear, but he also had some doubts, wondering why Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu did not start. He would have been beaten half dead and thrown out.

"Hungry?"

Jiang Zixi crouched down and pulled the child's dirty hair away, revealing a dirty and greasy face. He was about ten years old:

fan Qiyu was baffled. If the child was meddling with him, he might be able to slap him twice, but he could not get rid of a silent little pity.

His subconscious action proved that he had been beaten a lot.

But the little black figure didn't say anything, just curled up in a ball, as if to say, "fight, don't hit the face.".

Anyway, he's a tall man. He really looks down on him. No matter how brave he is, he can't steal from him, isn't he?

"I said that if you want to steal something, you have to wait until night. It's better for you to come and rob in the daytime. Why, when I don't exist?"

Fan Qiyu frowned and grabbed the little black figure's neck and lifted it up:

JIANG Zixi and fan Qiyu looked at each other, opened the shop, and saw the little black figure squatting in the corner, holding their pastry for supper.

If she is not wrong, just not a mouse, but a child.

Jiang Zixi:

The next day, when Jiang Zixi and fan Qiyu finished selling their cakes, they closed the shop and prepared to write a notice for recruiting people. However, at the moment of closing the door, a dark shadow darted into Jiang Zixi's side.

"Well, it's up to you."

Fan Qiyu rubbed Jiang Zixi's hair with a smile:

"shall we ask two or three masters to help us?" Jiang Zixi's eyes were shining with light, "then I'll open two more branches to earn a lot of money and go to the peak of life..."

Jiang Zixi saw that the children were very thin and weak, and their strength was small, so the arrangements for them were very simple and easy, such as washing beans and serving cakes.

It was not until Xiaosan, who was not red and breathless, raised a big bucket. Only then did Jiang Zixi know that she underestimated the survival ability of these children.