The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Song Tiegen sighed: "Song boy, you know that too.

There is a snowstorm outside, and the way out of the village is blocked.

After the autumn harvest, everyone sold the grain. Now, let alone no money, you can't go to town to buy grain if you have money. I heard that your family prepared a lot of grain for the winter. See if you can help.

Move some rations out and distribute them to the big guys.

We live in a village, you don't want to see everyone starved to death, right? "

"What does it have to do with me?" Song Jingchen said in a light tone, glanced at Song Dahai who was hiding behind the crowd, and continued: "Besides, my family's food is only prepared for my own food, you want me to distribute the food to those who don't want to do it. Instead, make your family hungry?"

Song Tiegen choked, glanced at Tie Dan, his face was a little overwhelmed: "Then you still take in Widow Wang's family?"

"Originally, I prepared a little more, and with Aunt Wang, it was just right?" Shen Yijia went back in annoyed manner.

Not to mention that Aunt Wang and the two sold part of the food to the An family and there is still a lot left, even if they don't, they can take in whoever they want, and they are happy.

"This..." Song Tiegen was a little embarrassed, he couldn't say that your family's life was not your life, but someone else's.

"Do you really want to die?" The person who took Song Jingchen's words at the beginning asked sharply when Song Tiegen was dumbfounded.

"It's really impossible to protect yourself."

"Okay, since you are so ruthless. Anyway, we can't live anymore. It's a big deal to take you to be buried with you." After speaking, the man's eyes flashed a ruthless look, and he waved to everyone: "Their family must have food..."

Before the man could finish his words, he kept flying towards his forehead with a short arrow, and inserted it into his hair bun dangerously close to his scalp.

The man's just-generated wicked courage instantly extinguished, and the instigating words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and when they returned to their senses, they all looked at the man in the wheelchair holding the arrow crossbow with horror.

"You" The man pointed at Song Jingchen with trembling hands.

To put it bluntly, everyone didn't pay attention to him at first, so they thought he was better at talking than Shen Yijia, and always felt that he was just a cripple.

In addition, every time Song Jingchen deals with them, he always looks reasonable.

Song Jingchen twitched the corners of his mouth carelessly, and said in a low voice, "Instead of wasting your time with me, everyone, why don't you go home and pray when the government can start releasing food sooner?"

A group of people finally left in despair, and Mrs. Li was worried when she learned of the situation outside.

It's not that I'm afraid that my own food is not enough, but I'm worried that once people are forced into a desperate situation, they can do anything.

If this situation continues, it is not guaranteed that there will be a riot, and the news that the family has food will be spread, and their family will become the first target.

Because Mr. Li had something on his mind, a good family banquet became unusually silent.

Only Shen Yijia was not affected, she should eat and drink.

Seeing the way the villagers looked, she now felt even more that she had to eat more, otherwise she would become ugly if she was hungry.

The second day is New Year's Eve.

Widow Wang brought some pieces of red paper and asked Song Jingchen to write the Spring Festival couplets.

Shen Yijia originally planned to buy it, but it snowed for a month, and even the road to the town was blocked and nothing happened.

I didn't expect Widow Wang to be so well prepared.

How did she know that the price of red paper would increase before New Year's Eve, and the widow Wang, who was used to frugality, would prepare it a few months earlier every year, and it was the last time she dug out the grain.

"I'll cut the paper." Shen Yijia took the red paper and went to Li's house to find scissors.

Looking at the red paper that was cut in front of him, Song Jingchen was still a little dazed.