"You still have some." Zhou Jiaojiao's eyes lit up. Don't even mention it, in such a difficult environment, a bite of candy is enough to make people happy. It is the pleasure of eating delicious food.
Chu San lowered his head, his cheeks and ears were red. He hummed and said, "I'll keep them all. My lady, you're so sweet. There are still some left. I'll hide them all and will never let anyone steal them."
"Do you want to try it?" Zhou Jiaojiao deliberately touched his with her mouth.
Chu San's face turned even redder, and he felt his lips burning. When Zhou Jiaojiao licked them with the tip of her tongue, he felt his whole body numb, and there was a sweet taste.
"Is it sweet?" Zhou Jiaojiao teased him.
Chu San's face flushed red, and it looked like smoke was coming out of his head. He stammered, "Sweet, sweet."
“I think it’s sweet too.”
Chu San's cheeks were like a burning cloud, and he looked dizzy and innocent.
Originally, everyone saw that it was just a light rain outside and thought it would stop soon, after all, it was not the rainy season. But it did not stop until the evening, and it was still a drizzle.
The refugees in the dilapidated temple could only endure it.
But the next morning.
The atmosphere among the refugees was somewhat grim.
The rain is still drizzling.
I couldn't turn around in the first place, and after enduring it for a whole day, the conflict arose again.
Zhou Jiaojiao looked at the situation and estimated that it would only get worse before long. She was thinking about how to solve the problem. Her consciousness was always searching for study materials in the space. She actually found something useful, which was a Buddhist scripture that could calm people down.
The products produced by this system must be of high quality. Zhou Jiaojiao herself also listened to it in the professor's class and felt a sense of clarity and comfort. Even if she was in a bad mood, she could slowly calm down.
After all, she was not in a good mood all the time during her pregnancy. She also had times when she was irritable and depressed.
After Zhou Jiaojiao had breakfast, she heard the sound of fighting outside and the sounds of people entering the yard. She knew that if she didn't comfort them, the dilapidated temple would soon be in chaos. With so many refugees crowded together, those who had no food would definitely steal food from others. If this happened too many times, naturally, evil would arise.
"Husband, stay by my side."
Zhou Jiaojiao pretended to take out an old wooden fish from under the Buddha statue, but actually she took it out from the space. She sat cross-legged under the Buddha statue and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
Chu San excitedly accepted the fact that his wife was omnipotent.
Next to them, Chu's mother and elder brother Chu heard it immediately and couldn't help but look over. They found it was Zhou Jiaojiao and were all very surprised. They wanted to ask, but Chu San put his fingers to his mouth and made a hushing sound, and the Chu family stopped asking.
Gradually, I couldn't help but become fascinated by the listening and then relaxed my body.
The sound of Buddhist scriptures slowly spread outwards. Some sleeping villagers relaxed their brows, and the diligent man who was sitting and grinding grass root powder also slowed down his movements and no longer frowned.
Gradually, the villagers who were sitting at the door and watching the bloody fight outside in fear were attracted by the sound of chanting and forgot to watch the commotion outside.
Zhou Jiaojiao's voice was obviously not loud, but perhaps because the room was quiet, it gradually spread to the next room. Those restless refugees gradually regained some of their rationality, and even the feeling of hunger was not so obvious.
In fact, winter is not as restless as summer.
Since there wasn't much to eat, he curled up into a ball to hold back the heat.
After chanting for a while, Zhou Jiaojiao found that it was effective and breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu's mother asked curiously: "Jiaojiao, you actually know Buddhist scriptures, how amazing."
"I learned it before. Many women in the capital like to chant scriptures." Zhou Jiaojiao made up an excuse casually. It was true, so she was not afraid of being suspected.
The villagers who were originally curious calmed down after hearing this.
He only sighed privately: "Zhou Jiaojiao is worthy of being the eldest lady who returned from the capital. She is really amazing."
"yes."
"This knowledge is different from ours. He knows everything."
"I didn't understand anything, but I just felt that the Buddhist sutras she recited were soothing. I was originally very worried, but after listening to them, I felt relaxed."
"Me too."
“It turns out I’m not the only one who feels this way.”
Those who knew each other started talking quietly, and when they looked at Zhou Jiaojiao, they all had admiration in their eyes. There was nothing they could do. If she was just a little knowledgeable, everyone would not only envy her but also hate her. But once the gap was too big, and Zhou Jiaojiao knew a lot of things, which were all practical and beneficial to them, naturally there was no jealousy, only envy.
Naturally, I have a better impression of her.
"Oh no, the Wang and Luo families next door are fighting." At this time, a cry of surprise was heard. It turned out that the boy at the door was the first to discover the movement next door.
The village chief came over a moment later with blood all over his face and asked, "Who was chanting just now? Can you come over and help?"
"It's Zhou Jiaojiao." said a villager.
The village chief was surprised for a moment, but not surprised. If there was anyone in the village who was outstanding and extraordinary, it would only be Zhou Jiaojiao, the "rich lady" from the capital.
He immediately looked at Zhou Jiaojiao, his eyes falling on her belly with some worry, "Jiaojiao, are you okay?"
"I really don't want to trouble you, but if the people in our village start fighting among themselves, it will be too late to fight with the other refugees. Those refugees are eyeing our food."
He wiped the blood mixed with rain from his face and felt a little uneasy. The longer they stayed, the more the refugees without food would stare at them. Although there were hundreds of people in the village, they could not withstand the greater number of refugees.
Zhou Jiaojiao got up and Chu San quickly supported her.
"Village Chief, I'll go over there. My husband will protect me."
The village chief was extremely grateful: "Jiaojiao, I'm really... sorry to bother you."
"It's okay, village chief, let's go first and don't delay too long." Zhou Jiaojiao was the first to walk out. The villagers made way and their attitude towards Zhou Jiaojiao changed again.
Zhou Jiaojiao didn't care about everyone's reactions. After she and Chu San arrived next door, they didn't go in. Instead, they sat cross-legged at the door and started chanting.
Chu San sat cross-legged beside them, holding a big knife in his hand, looking fiercely at the refugees who had bad intentions and looked at him from time to time.
His knife is indeed very intimidating.
The refugees with greedy eyes became more restrained.
As for those who were starving and insisted on rushing over, they were beaten up first and then told that they could eat the grass roots outside.
Some refugees who had originally rushed towards him turned around and went to the back mountain to find grass roots to eat, which was better than starving to death.
There were also some people who had bad intentions and wanted to rob, but knowing that they could not beat Chu San, they turned to bullying other weak people. However, the weak were not easy to bully, and a group of people would always win if they beat one person.
After reciting a Buddhist scripture, the villagers in the village chief's house calmed down and finally regained their sanity.
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