Chapter 317 Tragedy Caused by Steamed Buns
The snow stopped.
The wind also stopped.
The vision is clearer.
Mu Qianxue takes the children to understand the suffering of the people.
I didn't want to come here originally, but after hearing Miaomiao's question, I changed my mind.
Right now, I mainly want Cheng'an to see and understand the other side of the capital.
This kid, at such a young age, already has the potential to become a playboy.
It must be nipped in the bud as early as possible.
Especially after listening to Miaomiao's words, I suddenly felt that the education of Cheng'an was not enough.
You have to add more homework, a lot of it.
Otherwise, little Miaomiao understands the truth, but Cheng'an, her brother, doesn't understand it. He just eats and doesn't use his brain.
"Cheng'an, do you understand what Miaomiao means?"
Yan Cheng'an shook his head, then nodded.
What's the meaning?
That's exactly what it means.
He looked at his aunt blankly, and his aunt's expression was unpredictable.
I can't guess at all.
Jiang Miaomiao had no idea how much pressure she was putting on little Yan Chengan.
But she would never know.
Whether in the past life or the present life, the impact that this top student has had on the poor students has never been small.
It’s just that now she accidentally fails to hide her shortcomings.
Mu Qianxue thought Yan Cheng'an was uneducated.
Actually, it’s not really his problem.
With a father as powerful as Yan Shaoqing, Xiao Chengan's intelligence is definitely not bad.
Jiang Miaomiao leaned against the car window and looked around, looking for the familiar figure.
The main reason is that there are many soup kitchens and many refugees.
The figure was not tall and was blocked by someone in the blink of an eye.
All the prestigious families in the capital had porridge stalls, but few women in the family personally served porridge.
Jiang Miaomiao's eyes were fixed on the porridge stall with a flag with the word "Jiang" on it.
Only this porridge stall has noble ladies distributing porridge.
The little girl was wearing a snow-white cloak, revealing her pretty face and slender white hands.
Very eye-catching.
She smiled and spoke softly to the refugees.
Like the warm sunshine in spring.
She was distributing steamed buns to the refugees.
When the refugees saw the rich lady personally distributing porridge, they refused to leave and started to say nice and auspicious words, hoping that she would give them more.
"Miss Jiang is a very kind person!"
"Miss Jiang must be the reincarnation of a bodhisattva, here to save people from suffering."
"May Miss Jiang find a good husband and live a life of wealth and glory..."
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More and more people are talking.
It was probably because Miss Jiang was very excited.
Originally each person was given one steamed bun, but now they get two or three.
Because Miss Jiang gave a lot of steamed buns, the refugees from other porridge stalls all rushed over when they heard about it.
Jiang Zijin was so frightened that he dropped the steamed bun in his hand and fled in panic surrounded by servants.
Jiang Miaomiao rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen it wrong.
It turned out to be Jiang Zijin.
Minister Qi is already in custody awaiting trial, yet her granddaughter still has the mood to sell her persona.
Now, his character has been sold to the ground.
The Jiang family's carriage and the Mu family's carriage passed each other.
When the curtain fluttered, their eyes met.
Jiang Miaomiao looked at her in amazement, because this woman's steamed bun might cause a bloody murder.
Jiang Zijin was so scared that her face turned pale.
However, after seeing the little girl lying on the window of the car opposite, his face turned green.
What kind of luck is this? The first time I was giving out porridge, I was actually seen by Jiang Miaomiao.
Why is this kid haunting me?
She cursed in her heart and asked the coachman to speed up and leave as soon as possible.
The culprit left, but the tragedy she caused became more and more serious.
Jiang Zijin threw out the steamed buns and accidentally knocked over the remaining buns, and everyone rushed over to grab them.
There were women, old people, and even children...
The consequences are unimaginable.
Jiang Miaomiao was watching intently when Xier pushed her head back.
She immediately drew her dagger and became alert.
It was the first time that Mu Qianxue saw such stupid behavior, and her heart shuddered.
He immediately took out the Mu family token and gave it to the guard, "Go notify the imperial guards and King Jing, quickly."
The leading guard hesitated for a moment, "Third Miss, your safety..."
"Go ahead, we'll leave now." Mu Qianxue quickly pulled the little kids over and asked them to sit down, then let the coachman drive the carriage away.
Jiang Miaomiao wanted to take another look, but she pulled it back and said, "Sit still and stop looking."
The carriage turned around and sped away.
There was still a bustling sound behind me.
Mu Qianxue took a deep breath and asked the coachman to go straight to Lu Garden to send them back first.
Yan Cheng'an was frightened and sat there blankly. He had never seen such a scene in the capital.
In his eyes, Daliang was prosperous and wealthy, and he never imagined that there were so many poor people hiding in a corner of the imperial city.
Moreover, they pushed, snatched and even trampled on others for a steamed bun.
His little heart was shocked.
Lu Zhizhi had seen other people fighting, including her grandfather and father, but she had never seen so many people fighting.
There were people as old as her grandparents, and children her age, or even younger.
She didn't dare to think further.
She hugged her sister tightly in her arms, "Miaomiao, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Jiang Miaomiao: ...
This young lady is pretty good.
She just leaned in Lu Zhizhi's small arms, feeling extremely warm.
But her heart was still pounding.
Thinking of the scene just now, I felt sad.
She thought of her playmates in Taoxi Village and the old men and women in the village.
These people really are just like them.
Perhaps these refugees were once villagers from a certain village, and fled here because their homes were destroyed by war.
But they never thought of it until they died.
He came all the way here, but didn't die on the way. Instead, he died on a steamed bun.
Jiang Miaomiao suddenly grabbed Mu Qianxue's sleeve and said, "Aunt, can you save them?"
"Okay, Miaomiao, don't worry, I'll take you back first." Mu Qianxue touched her head and comforted her.
It was quite unexpected.
Witness this firsthand.
What she saw in the eyes of such a young child was not fear, but worry.
Miaomiao is worried about the women, children and the elderly.
Looking at Zhizhi again, she seemed to be frightened just now, but now she has calmed down and is protecting and comforting her sister.
His little nephew Yan Cheng'an just sat there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
It should be somewhat touching.
She was also very nervous and hoped that the imperial guards would arrive as soon as possible to reduce casualties.
The carriage drove quickly to Lu Garden.
Lu Qingyao was already looking at the door.
"Sister, they say a mother worries about her son even when he's a thousand miles away. Brother Feng has traveled far beyond a thousand miles, yet you're not worried at all. Instead, you're worried about Miaomiao, who's only been out for less than two hours."
Xiuxiu jumped onto the roof and leaned over to look towards the entrance of the alley.
"You don't understand. This is the capital, and my eyelids are twitching right now. I'm afraid something has happened." Lu Qingyao started to feel uneasy after her daughter left.
It's almost time for dinner.
"I'm back, Miaomiao is back." Xiuxiu jumped down.
The carriage soon arrived at the door.
As soon as Jiang Miaomiao got off the carriage, she ran towards her mother.
"Mother, mother, Jiang Zijin went to the porridge shed to distribute porridge and steamed buns to the refugees. She ran away while she was distributing them. The refugees started to grab the porridge and then started fighting. There were many elderly people and children inside."
"Okay, okay, Mommy got it, don't worry."
Lu Qingyao hugged and comforted her agitated little girl.
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