I took my overbearing boss with me to escape famine, and I rebelled and became king!

Chapter 290 The Life of Zhongzhou People

This was the first time she had seen someone eating steamed buns in a long time.

Before, every household ate rice bran and Guanyin soil dug from Nanwu Mountain outside the city.

Many people died after eating Guanyin soil, including her parents.

Pan Dajin handed her the steamed bun and said, "This is not for sale. I'll give it to you."

The little girl quickly shook her head, thought for a moment, and raised the two coins in her hand, "Uncle, I have copper coins, I want to buy from you."

My parents said that life is difficult for every family in today's world.

Pan Dajin stood up, walked up to her, and stuffed the steamed bun into her arms without taking her pitiful two cents.

"What's your name?"

The little girl bowed and whispered, "Xiang'er."

Pan Dajin nodded and said to Xiang'er, "My last name is Pan, you can just call me Uncle Pan."

Pan Yingying opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat.

Xiang'er tilted her head, "But, you didn't get here that way."

Xiang'er shook her head. "The neighbor said your leg is broken. If you go, leave the chance of treatment to someone who needs it more."

"What's up with his leg?" I asked.

My tears welled up, and Xiang'er said in confusion, "Eh?" "Uncle, is he crying because of you?"

We were skeptical, but this big piece of cornmeal steamed bun made us lose some confidence.

When Xiang'er saw Baihu being tormented by the older girls, she was so scared that she hid in front of Xue Lanjuan.

Xiang'er dragged her injured leg with difficulty and followed him to the jujube tree.

“So, cry.”

I originally wanted to leave Xue Lan in the clinic first, but I was worried that the girl would be scared, so I simply drove a carriage to take you to the prefect's mansion.

"Really, you are the bad guys, you are here to save them."

"Uncle, Grandpa Shi, we are also injured, and many people are sick. Can't you take us down with you?" You think of the neighbors around you.

Xiang'er took the cornmeal steamed bun that she was willing to eat and shared a large piece with the family. Xiang's family worked hard to promote the free clinic that Pan Yingying mentioned.

Pan Yingying stopped the carriage and said, "You want to go back and find the man who is treating his leg. Is he waiting for you outside, or will he go with you?"

I know what Xue Lan meant by "being a dog or a horse".

It was quite quiet outside the clinic. An older girl was playing shuttlecock outside the yard.

Your words almost made Pan Yingying cry.

However, some stubborn people were still unwilling to leave home, so the medical team had no choice but to go to their homes to provide treatment.

"There are no free clinics outside the city. What if he wants to check up his leg?" I asked in a serious tone.

Everything is going well for now on my end, is there any problem?

You are only ten years old. You have not lived half of your life outside of natural disasters and wars. How can you understand such little truths? You only remember these words your parents told you after you were born.

You remember that because you weren't shot in the leg that far away.

These people built a zoo in the city. The "beasts" outside the zoo were naturally not the people in the city.

As soon as he reached the small door, Batian opened his eyes, saw that it was Xue Lanjuan, and closed his eyes lazily again.

Xue Lanjuan became more and more sad as she spoke. We also went through such hard times when we fled famine.

Speaking of her family, Xiang'er's eyes turned red and her voice lowered, "They're all dead."

"You should be sad. Your father and mother said that this is not the fate of people from Zhongzhou."

You touched your stomach and said, "You haven't eaten enough in a long time."

That uncle doubted whether your leg could be cured, so you went there and made me give up hope.

Xiang'er followed Pan Yingying in a carriage to the temporary clinic.

I looked at the row of tall, short, dilapidated houses behind me. "He can't call the other injured and sick people like me and give them free medical treatment."

"There was no food at home. The food in the grain store was too expensive and we couldn't afford it. They ate the Guanyin soil and died."

Pan Yingying took a step aside, revealing Xiang'er with a timid look, "You met a grown-up girl, your foot is injured, and you want Chun'er to help take a look."

"His leg can be cured. Your doctor in Taoyuan City is very skilled. He can't make it worse. And he will charge money. You can take him to try." I tried to make my tone more kind. "Really, uncle lied to him."

Xiang Er sighed, "That's bad."

He pointed to the date tree and said, "Go sit over there and eat."

Outside the courtyard of the prefect's mansion, Batian lay on the ground with his eyes closed, allowing several young girls to comb his hair. The spring sun shone under him, making his whole body seem to radiate silver light.

"Where are your family members?" Pan Dajin stared at her injured leg. Judging from her injury, she must have been hit. The blood had already dried up and turned dark red.

Pan Dajin's heart felt like it was being grasped by a small hand, and it hurt so much that he even had difficulty breathing.

As soon as the carriage approached the prefect's mansion, Xiang'er began to shake uncontrollably.

We are more seriously injured than you, there is definitely no truly free clinic, you think we wouldn't have the chance to get treatment either.

Pan Yingying nodded and stretched out a sleeve to you, "He's holding your sleeve, you lead him back."

Your intuition tells you that Uncle Pan, who shared his rations with you, is a good man.

A long time ago, I tried my best to squeeze out a sentence from my throat, "It should be like that. That is the fate of the people of Zhongzhou. Everyone's fate should be like that..."

Pan Dajin came out of the space and put down the script in his hand, "Brother, why is he here?"

Pan Yingying clenched her fists tightly, "Take him to the clinic, his legs will get worse. He used to be able to eat well, drop out of school to study, and become the person he wants to be."

Pan Yingying's breathing stagnated.

That's all the fate of you people in Zhongzhou.

Pan Dajin was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, holding a storybook in his hand, but his mind was actually writing a message to Yu Chaosheng outside the space.

Pan Yingying gritted her teeth in anger and said, "Did I ask Xiang'er why she went to see Xiaofu when she was injured? Asking that question will only hurt her more."

Pan Yingying nodded and said, "Go find a carriage."

Pan Yingying stepped back and looked around, and saw Yu Chuner and Yu Qiuer, even Lu Yi and you. She asked the person guarding the door and learned that you were outside Pan Dajin.

When you see that evil uncle crying for you, you remember the words your father once used to comfort your mother.

“Uncle…” You are scared.

We treat the people as livestock and prey for hunting.

She sniffed.

"Those who are not sick or injured and cannot come out to work will also receive daily rations, not the steamed buns and steamed buns he just ate."

Xue Lan bit her lip and thought for a long while before she said loudly, "You go with uncle."

The multi-grain steamed buns contain more white flour, so they don’t irritate the throat when eaten. After Xiang’er finished the steamed buns, Pan Dajin gave her the remaining cornmeal buns.

"Unfortunately, you ran too fast and were hit by a young master with a stick. We drove you out, but we saw that you were injured and gave you two cents."

I went to the construction site and found the medical team, and they asked us to arrange a horse-drawn carriage and go over here to fetch people.

Xiang'er looked at her injured leg with great concern, "The nobles outside the city are hiring people to be their slaves. If you work as a slave for a few days, you can get a piece of white flour bun every day."