Chapter 139 The Ruan Family
There were six families, including Ruan Kui's grandson, and four children under the age of ten. Each of them had a head bigger than his body, eyes bigger than his face, and they were weak and nestled in their family's arms. They felt helpless and scared when they saw strangers, and the others were the same.
Not to mention these six families, even the entire shantytown had never seen such a magnificent group of people, and they didn't know how to react for a moment.
The faces of several old men turned redder. "This place is too small, there are no stools, it's really..."
"It's okay." Lan Shiruo waved her hand and put out a dozen ordinary stools. She also put out a large pot of porridge. It didn't maintain its original temperature, only a little bit of residual heat. "The space is closed, it cools slowly, and it's still drinkable. Uncle, let everyone get up and have a bowl."
"How can we do this? We..." Ruan Kui couldn't say no. It was really heartbreaking to see his family members' appearance, especially his pregnant daughter. He was really afraid that there would be two deaths.
Lan Shiruo smiled and asked her friends to take bowls to share the porridge. Miao's father patted Ruan Kui on the shoulder and said, "Relax, these are good children. They give it to you sincerely. Just keep it with peace of mind."
Ruan Kui and the other six old men's eyes turned red, and they hurried to call their families to get up. It's not right for others to bring you food while you're still staying in bed waiting for them to serve it to you.
When everyone heard this, they thought it was a dream, but the aroma of porridge was already wafting through the air, so they had to believe it. They endured the cold and got out of bed shivering. They didn't move for a long time and felt a little dizzy.
The friend asked them to sit by the bed and not move. Each person had one bowl and could have more after finishing it.
A group of people held their bowls and drank until tears streamed down their faces.
Lan Shiruo held little Lebao in her arms, standing at the door of the shack and looking out through the rag curtain.
There was a strong stench here, and the aroma of the porridge didn't spread far away. Only a few nearby shacks could smell some vague odors. They stretched their necks over their own piles of rubbish and looked here.
The situation of those people was not much better than that of Ruan Kui and his group. They all looked miserable and were barely breathing.
Lan Shiruo pursed her lips. The world was in such a state that she could not be the savior.
After the bucket of porridge was distributed, everyone just had a little bit of food, but they all felt extremely happy. The children were also well-behaved. They ate when they had food and didn't make a fuss when they didn't.
After the group of people regained their strength, they all knelt down and kowtowed to the big team.
Four middle-aged men rushed to help, in a panic.
The little friend moved aside and waited for Lan Shiruo to speak.
Lan Shiruo withdrew her gaze from outside and calmly looked at the grateful people on the ground. After all, she hadn't done anything. "Get up! I can't save you, let alone others. This bowl of porridge is just a small favor I can do for the sake of our friendship with Uncle Miao and Uncle Ruan."
Lan Shiruo didn't care about this, but the six families couldn't. They were struggling in hell, but they were never willing to lose their qualifications as human beings. "For you, it's really not important, but for us, this is not porridge, it's the hope of survival. We won't kowtow to you, but this life is yours. We are useless and can't do anything big, but as long as we can make a difference, we will do our best."
Lan Shiruo didn't comment. She sat down beside him, took out some snacks and handed them to Niuniu and Xiao Lebao, saying, "Go share them with your brothers and sisters."
Little Lebao was happy to do this. He held the general in one hand, held the little sister in the other, and Niuniu held snacks in the other hand as she moved closer to the four children.
The little guy was fair, tender and chubby, very cute. The four children wanted to play with him, but were afraid to play with him, so they hesitated.
Lebao was not shy and rushed over to hug his little brother's legs, calling out to his little sister, "Ahhh," eat, give it to brother.
Niu Niu understands Lebao very well, so she handed the bag over. Her chubby little hands pulled out a bag of potato chips from it and stuffed it into the little brother's hand.
The little brother is called Huo Qingyun, Ruan Kui’s grandson. He went to see his father at a loss.
Huo Qingyun's father, Huo Jing, is an elementary school teacher, and his mother, Ruan Zi, runs a small clothing store. The family isn't rich, but they don't have a hard time either, and they live a simple and happy life.
Huo Jing can be considered a son-in-law who lives with his wife's parents-in-law. Huo's parents and brothers and sisters-in-law live in another city, and they have a harmonious relationship with each other.
As the apocalypse approaches, Huo Jing knows his parents are safe and well, and he's not worried. He simply resents his own incompetence, unable to protect his wife and children, leaving his elderly father-in-law to shoulder the burden of supporting the family. His son, though not once affluent, had never been hungry. Now, starving to the point of being skin and bones, he remains well-behaved and sensible, caring for his elders and refusing to cry or make a fuss.
Seeing his son's questioning look, he could clearly see the desire in it. He endured the sourness and pain, smiled and nodded, "Thank you, brother, sister and auntie."
Little Qingyun smiled, "I know, Dad." He turned around and carefully took the potato chips, not letting his dirty hands touch Lebao's fat paws. After thanking everyone one by one, he asked, "Brother, can I share some with my friends?"
Little Lebao tilted his head and didn't understand, but when he met his little brother's gaze, he understood. The fat little boy reached for the bag and said, "Ahhh, eat." Both his brother and sister ate.
Niuniu was afraid that he couldn't carry it, so she handed the bag directly to Huo Qingyun.
Huo Qingyun didn't dare to take it. "No, no, one bag is enough. I'll give the rest to my brother."
Lebao didn't understand, so he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, laughing so hard that his saliva was dripping, "Ahhh, eat it."
Xiao Qingyun was very embarrassed, and it was only after his grandfather persuaded him to accept it.
Several little ones happily shared snacks together. Little Lebao lay on Jiangxiang and had a great time playing with his brothers and sisters.
Lan Shiruo curled her lips slightly, thinking that children should play with other children more often.
Ao Chengyi and his companions had not yet arrived after renting a house, but Rong Dazhi arrived first with a group of people.
With his nouveau riche attire, he was the brightest guy wherever he went. People in the slum area were scared and stayed away from him, not understanding why this second-generation rich guy came here.
Rong Dazhi covered himself from head to toe. If he had a choice, he would not come here. This shabby place stinks. He should have brought a gas mask earlier.
"Where is it? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"
The person leading the way was trembling all over and quickly smiled apologetically, "Master, bear with it a little longer. It's just ahead."
Rong Dazhi cursed, gritted his teeth and continued walking.
The four burly bodyguards behind him said nothing, with dark faces protecting him closely, scaring away anyone who tried to peek back.
Outside Ruan Kui's tent, the person leading the way breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, this is it."
Rong Dazhi bared his teeth and puffed out his big belly, "What's inside, come out for me."
This shout made all the shacks around tremble, and they all observed a moment of silence for Ruan Kui and his gang. It was easy to mess with a second-generation rich kid, so how angry must he be to make the prince condescend to come and punish him in person.
The six families were also confused. When did they become so capable?
Not to mention meeting the arrogant second-generation rich, he can't even leave the shack, so how can I provoke him?
Could it be six old men?
Thinking of this, the six people's legs went weak and they hurried to recall the past.
But there is no Rong Dazhi in my memories.
(End of this chapter)
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