Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

Chapter 113 Can you protect me too?

Shen Kun was practicing martial arts on the mountain as usual, when a group of ragged people suddenly appeared at the entrance of Zhuxi Village.

Hearing the news, people in the village rushed to the entrance of the village, and Shen Nian was among them.

In the snow, the exhausted refugees stood huddled together, looking enviously at the cotton-padded clothes and rosy faces of the villagers in Zhuxi Village, with pleading and desperate eyes.

A man who looked like the village chief stood up and said: "We have no bad intentions, we are just passing through here and want to ask for some hot water."

Village Chief Shen arrived late and saw a group of fleeing people coming to the village, and his face changed in surprise.

 “Where are you from?”

The head of the fleeing village wiped the corners of his eyes and said bitterly: "We are from Yuzhou. We are hit by a snowstorm. Seeing that there is no way to survive, everyone has no choice but to escape."

Village Chief Shen couldn't bear to see the miserable appearance of the group of people.

 Instruct the young people in the village to prepare hot water and food.

 “You go and prepare some hot water and some food.”

The people who fled were disliked all the way, but now they finally got a good look, and their eyes were red.

Even the ignorant little baby forgot to cry and looked at the people in Zhuxi Village in confusion.

 Man Geer and a group of children looked at the miserable appearance of these people and held the hands of their family members in fear.

Shen Nian rubbed the hair on the top of his brother's head and said, "What are you afraid of? With me here, you will never be like this."

Dapeng is a little thief. He knew how powerful she was, so he came over and looked at her eagerly, "Sister Niannian, can you protect me too?"

As soon as these words came out, other boys also ran over and formed a circle around Shen Nian.

“And I, Sister Niannian, I also want to...”

Shen Nian raised his chin and asked, "Are you so confident in me?"

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“Sister Niannian is the most powerful.”

 In the last days, there are fewer and fewer children. In Shen Nian's concept, cubs are very precious existences.

Especially the cubs in the village really like her, her eyes are bright, not to mention how lovable she is.

Shen Nian patted his chest and said politely: "Guard, protector! Go out and tell me your name, I will keep you safe."

 Several children tilted their heads with doubtful faces, "Big, big brother?"

Shen Nian cleared his throat and changed the topic, "Ahem, that's not important."

Man Geer tilted his head and asked: "Then what's important?"

"Eating sweets is the most important thing." Shen Nian took out a piece of candy from his bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

 Brother Man took a sip, his eyes slightly curved, "Sister, it's so sweet."

 “Just sweet.”

Seeing that the little kids in the village were so hungry but still holding back, Shen Nian also gave it to them.

Gululu!

Gululu! !

 Suddenly a strange sound came from the fleeing team.

Shen Nian looked over and met a pair of bright and pitiful eyes.

The fledgling cubs looked worse than little beggars.

“Uncle village chief, let the village cook some porridge. It’s freezing and the little kid may not be able to bear it.”

Before Village Chief Shen could speak, the people fleeing the famine all knelt down.

  Tears flowed freely on his face.

"Thank you, girl! You are kind-hearted. If we can return to Yuzhou one day, we will definitely set up a memorial tablet for her to live forever."

Some women cried while holding their children, "Baoer, we have met a good person, we have met a good person, God has opened his eyes..."

 The children cried too.

The cries mingled together, making the people in Zhuxi Village feel sour.

 Then I was even more grateful to Shen Nian.

 Thanks to Sister Nian's help in making money, everyone has been able to stock up on a lot of food.

 Have they heard that the price of food at the county grain store has been rising.

After all, they are people fleeing famine. Who knows who is inside. The villagers set up a pot at the entrance of the village, and a few women came to start making porridge.

 A group of people fleeing famine lined up honestly.

Victor Shen nodded with satisfaction.

 Not long after, the aroma of porridge came from the pot.     A sturdy man came over.

This man's eyes were as wild as an eagle's, with a scar at the corner of his eye, and his whole person looked a bit sinister.

 As soon as he arrived, the people in Zhuxi Village subconsciously tensed up.

 “What are you doing?” asked a young man.

 The man with the scar on his face knew that he looked scary, so he stopped and said, "I'll help divide the porridge."

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Village Chief Shen waved his hand to the women in the village, "Since someone takes the initiative to share the porridge, you can go and do your own business."

 “Hey!” the women responded, leaving the place for the strong man, and then left.

The man with the scar divided the porridge neatly, and his movements were very quick. At first glance, he looked like someone who worked hard.

Shen Nian saw that this man was very stable and was always busy, but his breath was very long.

He walked over and asked, "Are you good at martial arts?"

"Yes." The scarred man didn't seem to like talking much. He glanced at her and quickly looked away.

The head of the fleeing village was troubled by Da Zhuang's silent temperament and hurriedly replied for him: "Yes, he can. If Da Zhuang hadn't been there, the people in our village wouldn't have come here in such a large number. .”

There was chaos in Yuzhou and many people fled.

It's snowing everywhere, the roads are hard to walk, there's no food to eat, and people are already robbing homes.

Had it not been for a person with strong martial arts skills, their things would have been robbed long ago, and how could they have persisted here.

Shen Nian’s expression became slightly condensed when he learned these things from the head of the deserted village.

“Is the situation so serious?”

“No, if the government does not provide disaster relief, there will only be more people fleeing the famine.” The village chief said with a sad face.

Shen Nian: "When the mountains fall and the trees fall, it's better to save yourself in this situation. I'm afraid the government will have to wait."

A woman nearby was feeding her child porridge. Hearing her words, she wiped her tears and said, "Who doesn't know this? But the world is difficult, and we can't help ourselves even if we want to."

The five-year-old child saw his mother crying and stretched out his thin hand to wipe her tears, "Mom, if you don't cry, just drink porridge."

The woman endured her sadness and comforted the child with a smile, "You eat first, and after you finish, mother will eat."

Shen Nian looked uncomfortable.

 In times of catastrophic disasters, ordinary people are the hardest hit.

 Before her sympathy could spread, Brother Man came over and called her to eat.

“Sister, mother asked me to call you to eat.”

Shen Nian responded cheerfully, "Here he comes."

 The siblings walked towards the village.

 At this time, it was meal time, and other people in the village also left one after another.

The people fleeing the famine looked at their comfortable and happy backs, with envy flashing in their eyes.

They were like this before. Although life was hard, at least they had a place to stay.

 Where can they go in the future?

 People with poor psychological quality eat hot porridge, but tears fall down.

 The wind was very cold, blowing my tears, and my face felt dry and painful.

 Hurry and wipe it clean again.

In this world, the poor are not even qualified to cry!

  Shen family.

When Shen Er saw his children coming back, he casually said, "Have you seen the victims? What do you think?"

 Man Geer: "Those children are so pitiful."

 “Do you want to help them?” Shen Nian interrupted with a smile.

"In no mood."

Shen Nian was a little curious, "Why? Don't you think they are pitiful?"

Brother Man had a serious expression, "But I can't help. Besides...my parents, brother and sister all earned their hard work, and I can't give it to others."

 At such a young age, I am surprisingly able to carry it clearly.

 (End of this chapter)