Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 269 Black Dreamland [15]

Mo Fenghua searched around the town but couldn't find anyone, and as the sky darkened, she had no choice but to go back.

Dinner was not ready yet, Mo Fenghua went back to the room first, she pulled down the collar and looked at the red spots that had faded slightly, she felt a little headache, did he do it?
After a while, Tao Zhi came to invite her to dinner.

At the dinner table, there were still a few of them, but after a few days of getting along with each other, they became more comfortable.

During the meal, Can Leng, who was originally in charge of the assassination department of Xuesha Building, asked: "Master, you said to absorb refugees, but most of the refugees are families with their families. If we want to build a city, we must need young and strong laborers. Those old and weak What about women and children? Those young and middle-aged people are the ones we want, but those old and weak women and children can't do anything, so should they be raised?"

Mo Fenghua did not answer his question directly, but said: "The first batch of victims to enter here will be the victims of the southwest generation. From them to our place, calculate how many days it will take you to walk."

Qianye Feiran quickly gave her the answer to this question.

"Normal people's speed, walking...about... six or seven days, but this group of disaster victims have been out of food for many days, and they will be weak if they don't eat enough. I estimate it will be about nine days or ten days, and it may take longer."

Mo Fenghua nodded, put a plate of peanuts in front of her, and used chopsticks to separate the large and plump peanuts from the small ones. She asked, "Yes, it's the ten days or so. You said you didn't have anything to eat, so why don't you eat them?" Without drinking, how many people can die every day for those elderly and children who are already weak?"

Mo Fenghua picked up a big peanut and said, "Only the strongest can survive this journey."

Those who are thin, weak, sick, small...all will die a little bit on the way.

There is no need for them to do anything, the natural environment will help them choose.

It sounds cold-blooded and cruel, but she cannot be blamed for it. It is the most normal thing for ordinary people to starve to death in famine years.

She doesn't have that much money and food to support Mi Chong who can't do anything. If she can get money from him, then she has to work for her.

If those old and weak women and children have a lot of life and can persist in coming over, then she would rather raise them.

After Mo Fenghua finished speaking, everyone fell silent, and all stopped their chopsticks, except Mo Fenghua who was still eating with a normal expression.

Mo Fenghua asked casually while eating: "Do you think that I am cold-blooded, cruel and inhuman?"

Can Leng followed up: "No, no, of course not...We used to be all businessmen who lick blood at the knife's edge, which one is a good person, subordinates...just, I admire the master's plan."

They used to think that a little girl like Mo Fenghua probably had no real material, and thanks to Qianye Feiran's assistance, otherwise it would have been over early.

It wasn't until Mo Fenghua came to Gushui Town that her actions gradually changed their outlook.

It wasn't until just now that they suddenly discovered that their new landlord had calculated every move very clearly. She knew exactly what result she was going to get with every move, and every order was the most correct instruction.

Mo Fenghua tapped the porcelain bowl with his chopsticks: "Stop flattering, let's eat."

The atmosphere of this meal was a bit wrong, and the way they looked at Mo Fenghua also changed. Perhaps from this night on, they really regarded Mo Fenghua as the object of their lifelong allegiance.

(End of this chapter)