Chapter 47 The Show-Off Kid
Ningbao looked at his father with a serious expression.
"Dad, you're too big, you'll get stuck in the cracks in the rocks."
Ningbao rubbed her reddened little arm as she spoke.
"My senior brother said that my skin is quite delicate and cannot be touched easily. Even a slight touch will result in a bruise or a red mark. So my senior brother specially made an ointment for me. I will apply it when I get back and it will be fine in a while."
Dad, don't worry, let's get the water first. Mom and Grandma are waiting for water.
"Dad, you and Uncle should go get some water. I just tasted it; the spring water is so sweet."
Lin Jianfei, who had just drunk some water, praised it repeatedly.
"Chunping, Junshan, go and drink some water. This water is really delicious, sweet and refreshing."
After Lin Jianfei finished speaking, he looked at Ning Bao with concern.
"Ningbao, how are you? Did you get hurt carrying such a big jar out?"
If that doesn't work, we can just take that jar of water back with us.
Ning Bao shook her head.
"Uncle Jianfei, I'm fine. We finally found water, so we can't let it go. Not only should everyone drink their fill, but we should also fill all the jars we brought."
"Alright, uncles, it's getting late. Get all the jars out. I'll pack them down here, and you can carry them up here. We need to hurry, otherwise we won't be able to get out of the mountain before dark."
It was indeed getting late, and no one dared to delay any longer, so they immediately prepared all the jars. Mu Chunping and Shen Junshan stood at the front.
Lin Jianfei and Mu Youcai followed behind them. Their group consisted of twenty people, each carrying a large jar and some small water jugs and bamboo tubes.
While pouring water into the porcelain jar, Ningbao took advantage of everyone's inattention to fill all the water-holding bottles and jars in her storage talisman.
She knew that her mother, grandmother, and aunt were very frugal with water when cooking and washing dishes, so she filled a little extra so they could use it freely.
After the men who had been looking for water left the campsite outside the mountain, everyone tidied up the dishes they had finally used for dinner and then had nothing to do.
Normally, people could dig up some wild vegetables nearby when they have free time, but the weather is too dry and you can't even see a single weed, let alone wild vegetables.
So, once the women finished their work, they would gather together under the tree and start doing needlework.
Li Guizhi, Shen Yuzhen, and the others are still making clothes for Ningbao. It's autumn now and the weather will get cold soon. The other children in the family can still wear their cotton-padded clothes from last year.
Ningbao didn't have a single piece of clothing, so Shen Yuzhen took out all the fabric she had saved up to make clothes for her little girl.
"Our village has plenty of grain."
"The people in your village are starving to death. How can we be as rich as our village? Look at me, I'm all plump and healthy. It must be because our village is doing well."
“Your village is not doing well. You look like beggars in those clothes.”
Just as everyone was busy resting at the campsite, the arguing between the two children caught everyone's attention.
The village chief, who had just caught his breath, heard the children's noise and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.
This is a famine; the roads are filled with tens of thousands of refugees whose eyes are green with hunger.
Who would dare flaunt their wealth? That's practically suicide!
So what if we outnumber them? Can a large number of people withstand starving refugees?
The village chief didn't even have time to take off his shoes; he kicked them off and ran quickly toward the noisy place.
The village chief prayed silently that it wasn't someone from his own village.
Unfortunately, some things always seem to work out of the blue, and when he saw the chubby boy jumping up and down and arguing with someone like a shrew, he was speechless.
"Mu Chengrong! You get the hell back here!"
It has to be said that Zhao Juhua really dotes on her eldest grandson. Even when they were fleeing famine, Mu Chengrong was still dressed cleanly without a single patch.
Add to that Mu Chengrong's plump, fair skin, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was the young master of a moderately wealthy family.
Mu Chengrong is currently arguing with a little boy who is about the same age as him. The two brats are showing off their wealth to each other.
At this moment, a group of people were also parked not far from the Shanglin Village camp. They were driving not only a donkey cart but also a horse-drawn carriage, so they seemed to be in good condition.
The little boy who argued with Mu Chengrong belonged to that family.
When the village chief arrived, Mu Chengrong was still arguing defiantly, pointing at the little boy and jumping three feet high in the air.
"Look at you, you poor wretch, you don't even have a sip of water to drink. My grandma said we have plenty of water at home, so I can drink as much as I want."
Moreover, my dad and the others went to find water, and my grandma said that when my dad came back with water, she would take all the water back and not let the poor thing in the house drink it, but give it all to me to bathe in.
Have you ever taken a bath? …………
"Slap!" The village chief, who had just walked over, slapped Mu Chengrong on the head.
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