Chapter 475 Beggar
Wan Laoer quickly stopped the carriage, otherwise he would have hit someone.
It seems that these beggars are really hungry and don't even care about their lives.
Wan Laoer was a little scared. He didn't know if he would be robbed by this group of beggars. After all, there were not many households living nearby, and it was freezing cold, so no one went out of the house.
Wan Laoer reined in his horse in time and raised his front hooves high, so he did not step on the beggar who was running in front.
They came to Wan Laoer and surrounded his carriage one by one.
"Uncle, please be kind and give us something to eat. We haven't had anything to eat in a few days. Please."
Some of the beggars were holding half a broken bowl, some were holding a chipped porcelain bowl, and some were holding nothing at all. They just held their hands together. Each of them had a pale face and thin body, and wore a tattered jacket that had not been washed in many years.
Some had half of their legs exposed, their skin was red from the cold, and they were wearing straw sandals with frostbite all over their feet, which were bleeding.
They seemed to be completely unaware of the pain and ran very fast, as if they had arrived too late and would have no food to eat.
At this time, Fubao lifted the curtain of the car window and stuck her little head out to look out. After just one look, she couldn't help but shed tears.
Fubao felt very strange. She clearly didn't want to cry, so why was she shedding tears?
But Fubao didn't think much about it. She also felt sorry for these people, so she turned around and took out her own dry food to share with them. It was the white flour cakes that her aunt had prepared for them in the morning, as well as some whole grain cakes, which filled a large bag.
Another bag contained a lot of green onions and homemade bean paste.
As soon as Fubao started to make his move, he was discovered by Jia Yanbing, who immediately stopped him.
"Girl, what do you want to do?"
"Sir, those beggars are so pitiful. Their feet are bleeding and their eyes are green with hunger. I want to share some food with them. We still have plenty."
For the first time, Jia Yanbing solemnly warned Fubao: "Girl, this is the first time that the master has told you, and it will be the last time. You must remember clearly that when people are in desperate situations, they have no humanity. They have the most primitive animal nature. Look at the beggars outside. They are definitely gathering more and more. If our dry food shows up, the three of us will not survive."
Fubao was a little confused. She was clearly helping them, so why did they want to kill her?
"Sir, but Fubao is trying to save their lives? Maybe they won't do anything to us?"
Fubao said naively that after all, she had never experienced a famine. She was only one year old when she was exiled and didn’t remember it very clearly. It was inevitable that she didn’t understand the evil of human nature.
"Girl, there is no maybe. You don't understand these beggars. They live at the bottom of society. The most important thing to them is their lives. As long as they can live, they are willing to give everything. If they knew that we have dry food, do you think they would look at the dry food and remain indifferent?"
"Since they won't remain indifferent, what will they do? Of course, they will rob. But I also want to remind you that people are greedy. When they see so many good things on our carriage, they will want more after they fill their stomachs. Human desires are endless."
Fubao nodded, not quite understanding. She slowly raised her hand from the bag, looked at Jia Yanbing and asked, "Then sir, how can we help them?"
Jia Yanbing shook her head. "Girl, we are not capable enough to help them right now. We can barely take care of ourselves, so how can we help them? But I believe that in twenty years, there will be no more beggars at the border."
Fu Bao was a little dissatisfied, "Sir, does it take so long?"
Jia Yanbing looked at Fubao without saying anything, because he had said too much now and Fubao didn't understand. He had to let Fubao know step by step that the sufferings in the world were not formed overnight, nor would they disappear overnight.
Outside, Wan Laoer was already holding a whip and starting to drive away the beggars.
"All of you go away, don't come near me, otherwise the whip in my hand will not recognize anyone."
Wan Laoer felt that there was no way to find anyone in this situation, so it would be better to find a way to leave first.
Fubao's little face appeared in the window again, and this time she saw that the number of people outside had more than doubled.
There was also a father and son in the crowd. They looked very pitiful, and Fubao's sympathy was overflowing again.
But this time she remembered what her husband said and endured it.
She shouted to Wan Laoer, "Dad, I found someone. Should we let the father and son go? The child seems to be dying."
When Wan Laoer heard Fubao's cry, he also looked down. Among the group of beggars, he indeed saw a father and son. The father was holding a child of a few years old. The child was lying motionless on his father's shoulder, probably fainted from hunger.
Wan Lao Er quickly shouted to the beggar, "You, follow my carriage."
The beggar's eyes lit up instantly, and he squeezed out of the crowd of beggars with great effort.
Wan Laoer no longer cared about anything and turned the carriage around the corner and immediately galloped forward.
Wan Laoer had experienced fleeing from famine before, and the situation just now was exactly like what he experienced while fleeing from famine.
There was a layer of sweat on his back.
The beggar holding the child staggered along the way, fell several times, and his hands were bleeding. The child also fell several times, but there was no cry from the child.
After running for a distance, Wan Laoer would stop and wait for the beggars. He would not continue on his way until he was far away from the courtyard.
It was not until the man stumbled and caught up with him that Wan Laoer jumped off the carriage.
As soon as Wan Laoer got off the car, Fubao followed him out of the car.
A gust of cold wind went straight into Fubao's neck. She was in a hurry to come out, and Jia Yanbing didn't have time to put a scarf on her. But Fubao didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. She waved the white flour cake in her hand and called Wan Laoer: "Daddy, hurry up and give these cakes to them."
Without waiting for Wan Laoer to turn around to take it, the beggar pounced on Fubao like a hungry wolf, snatched the white flour cake from Fubao's hand, and almost pulled Fubao off the car.
Fubao's face turned pale with fright. Fortunately, she was quick-witted and grabbed the door frame of the carriage, so she didn't fall down.
Fubao finally understood what Mr. Yidiudiu said to her.
Wan Laoer was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He shouted and tried to catch Fubao, but found that Fubao had stabilized himself. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, otherwise he would have beaten the two beggars to death.
"Daughter, how are you?"
Fubao shook his head, "Daddy, I'm fine."
Fubao's eyes were always on the beggar. Seeing that he kept stuffing biscuits into his mouth but ignored the child in front of him, Fubao became a little annoyed.
"Why are you eating it by yourself? Why don't you give some to your child?"
The beggar turned a deaf ear and tore the bread in big bites. Although the bread was a little cold, it was not hard yet and tasted soft, but it still choked the beggar.
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