Tossed into the wolf's den!Zai Zai holds the space in his hands to survive the disaster year

The man with the mustache said excitedly: "It's me, my little boss. I didn't expect to see you here."

Then, he turned around and gave instructions to all the victims.

"Put down the weapon!"

This man was probably the leader among the victims. As soon as he spoke, the victims really obeyed.

Seeing this, Shen Ningning also made an invitation: "Uncle, your journey has been full of troubles, let's sit down and talk."

When passing by Ye Changyi, the little guy whispered: "Ask the servants to take all the sweet potatoes to the kitchen and make a big pot of porridge to serve them."

Ye Changyi's eyes widened.

Want to entertain these disaster victims?
But seeing that Shen Ningning had already brought the man into the house, she had no choice but to follow the little guy's instructions and go down.

When the victims heard that they would have hot meals to eat, they were immediately overjoyed.

They all honestly found a place to shelter from the wind, rubbed their hands and sat down to wait.

Jiang Zhi followed Shen Ningning into the house and stood by her side.

The man with the mustache told the story of the bitterness along the way.

His surname was Zhang, and he was a well-known wealthy businessman in Nanzhou. Because his clan was in the sixth rank, people called him Mr. Zhang Liu.

At first, he and the wealthy businessmen who came to the capital returned to Nanzhou with the fruits sold by Shen Ningning.

The fruit received a good response and sold extremely well.

So just after the New Year, he wanted to come to the capital to buy fruits from Shen Ningning.

But those wealthy businessmen all had families and were unwilling to leave immediately.

The man with the mustache had few relatives left in his family, so he set off with the merchant ship just after the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

Unexpectedly, just after spring, when we arrived near Gyeonggi, we encountered heavy snow unexpectedly.

For two months, he was forced to wait in the inn.

All the money he brought with him was spent.

Later, the inns were closed because they had no supplies.

He was forced to live on the streets and fought with wild dogs for a bite to eat.

Finally, he headed towards the capital with a group of disaster victims, hoping to find an opportunity to return to Nanzhou.

But what's the difference between his current appearance and that of a beggar?
Mr. Zhang Liu shook his head and sighed, holding the hot tea handed over by Shen Ningning.

"When I first started living with these disaster victims, they were very disorganized and I suffered a lot."

"Later, I discovered that they were like a group of uncivilized savages who needed a leader."

"So I used a little cleverness and became their temporarily trusted steward."

"We all thought that it would be fine once we entered the capital. The emperor would not leave us alone."

"However, when we first arrived near the outskirts of Beijing and approached the Taiyu Mountains, we encountered a group of city guards. They refused to listen to our explanation and insisted on treating us as victims of trouble and killing them all."

"We are all a group of defenseless people, without food or water, covered with diseases, yet we still suffer such injustice."

Having said this, Mr. Zhang Liu slapped the table angrily.

He said: "We can only escape, but in this vast mountain, we can't go anywhere."

"I just arrived at the bottom of the mountain. I heard that there is a noble house up there, so I wanted to rush up and try my luck."

"We no longer dare to dream about going to Beijing. We just want to have a place where we can eat and not be cold."

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips, her face looking serious.

She told the truth: "Uncle Zhang, we are also traveling temporarily and come here to stay temporarily."

“Not only was there not much food, there was not even any extra clothing.”

"Moreover, the situation in the capital is not optimistic. Just like outside the city, people are freezing to death every day."

"Even the aristocratic family is no exception. This cold disaster came too suddenly and no one was prepared. So even if you can enter the city, I'm afraid you won't get the care you deserve."

Mr. Zhang Liu was a little startled: "It turns out that the imperial court is almost overwhelmed."

When he said this, the hunger and cold along the way finally prompted the seven-foot-tall man to shed tears.

"I will never go back to Nanzhou again."

If he couldn't enter the city, he couldn't get the money, and without the money, he couldn't travel.

Shen Ningning reassured, "It's not that absolute."

"I can help Uncle Zhang enter the city, but it's easy to help you alone. How to deal with so many victims?" The little guy's words made Mr. Zhang Liu fall into silence.

Although he is a businessman, he should give up trouble when necessary.

However, along the way, what happened to the victims was also his experience.

He suffers, and all living beings suffer too.

Mr. Zhang Liu couldn't bear to leave them alone.

"My little boss, I see that you are also a capable person. You must have some skills. Can you give me some advice?"

Shen Ningning glanced outside.

Ye Changyi and her servants were eating sweet potato porridge with the group of victims.

Several ladies also calmed down from their panic and helped distribute bowls and spoons.

This group of people had enough to eat, and suddenly they stopped making trouble. Instead, they regained their sanity and knew how to express gratitude.

Shen Ningning withdrew her gaze.

"I can help you, but I don't want you to go to Beijing together."

"I need you to take them out of here and back to Nanzhou."

Mr. Zhang Liu's eyebrows jumped: "But my little boss, do you know that although Nanzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, it has already been snowing heavily."

"Although it's not as serious as the capital city, it's still littered with corpses and the snow is deep."

"My business is not guaranteed. If I take them back, how can I be responsible for their livelihood?"

A bright look came over Shen Ningning's face.

"Let me show you something." She said, asking Jiang Zhi to bring her sweet potato vines.

Pointing to the small vine seedlings in the flowerpot, Shen Ningning said: "The vitality is here."

Mr. Zhang Liu traveled all over the country and never saw anything.

He looked at it and said with some surprise: "How can sweet potato seedlings survive in such a cold weather?"

Shen Ningning nodded: "These are grown from my sweet potato seedlings, so they are slightly more cold-resistant than ordinary ones."

"However, it is too cold in the capital and they grow slowly. In comparison, Nanzhou is much better."

"I hope you will take this back to Nanzhou and train those victims to grow sweet potatoes."

"Uncle Zhang, once this is done, you won't have to worry about food."

"This is a good thing that can benefit everyone in the world with just one grit of teeth, but it requires time and hard work."

Mr. Zhang Liu was silent for a long time.

He nodded: "Looking to the imperial court for relief is never a long-term solution."

"I understand what the little boss means, let me find my own way out."

"It's just that this road is destined to be difficult. However, I have been doing business so far. What difficulties have I not experienced? As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will try."

"But my little boss, aren't you afraid that I won't come back?"

Shen Ningning laughed: "If Uncle Zhang is really such a person, he will not be reluctant to leave those victims behind."

Mr. Zhang Liu secretly praised the intelligence of the little girl in front of him.

The two immediately agreed.

Shen Ningning gave him a hundred sweet potato vines and asked him to take them back to Nanzhou to cultivate them.

They will also provide him with money and help him return from the capital to Nanzhou.

He even planned to ask for grace from the emperor to clear customs for their group of people along the way.

And Zhang Liuye's promise is that sweet potatoes will definitely be cultivated.

Moreover, in the first three years, he would use these sweet potatoes to provide disaster relief and would never use them to obtain money.

The two hit it off.

At the end of the sentence, Mr. Zhang Liu said again: "I wonder, little boss, have you ever heard of the rumors about the lucky girl Shen in the capital?"

"If you recognize her, can you recommend her?"

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