This group of homeless people is not only dressed in tatters, but also skinny, the cloth shoes on the soles of their feet are worn to expose their toes, and the trouser hems and sleeves are already rotten.

He looked like a beggar, but he didn't have a broken bowl in his hand, and he was carrying a small baggage, and he didn't know how far he had escaped.

They were men, women, and children.

The child was tied to his mother's back, looking sick, as if he was dying.

The girls hid behind Lang Jun, and Lang Jun held sharp stones as weapons, looking menacing, but in fact, they dodged under their eyes, and they had no confidence at all.

"Buns! Big meat buns, hurry up! Bring all the buns in your hands! ”

Feng Lao frowned, and was about to start talking, but Jiang Wancheng gently grabbed him.

"Master, let me come. They may be refugees who have been affected by the disaster. ”

She hurriedly swallowed all the buns in her mouth, although her chest hurt, but her stomach was also bottomed.

The so-called, saving others first saves herself, she has a lot to spare, and she is still helpful.

Jiang Wancheng threw the remaining three buns on his body wrapped in oiled paper.

These people hurriedly grabbed it, and they didn't care about the stolen goods in their hands, and one of them took a bite and stuffed it into their mouths.

It's a pity that after two smacks, it's gone.

"Is there more?"

"The little girl still has it in her hand."

Sister Ya'er was so frightened that she hurriedly ate half of the bun in her hand.

There was one left, and after thinking about it, I still threw it out.

"I don't have it anymore."

Sister Ya'er spread her little hands, puffed out her cheeks, and said aggrievedly.

The homeless people followed and picked it up, and quickly divided the food, this time one person could divide the dough of a large nail and the meat filling of half a nail.

The rest was taken to coax the doll on the back.

They still didn't seem to be satisfied that Jiang Wancheng and the four of them only had this little to eat.

It's not enough to even plug your teeth.

Eating that bite is even worse than not eating!

Seeing Jiang Wancheng's clothes on them, this group of people suddenly seemed to pay attention again.

"They're not badly dressed, take them to that town, maybe they can sell them for some money, right?"

"That's it, if we take the money, we can still treat the second baby!"

They muttered a few words, and then shivered again and pointed at Jiang Wancheng and them with the stones in their hands.

"Hand over all the valuable things on you! Hurry up! ”

"And your clothes, take them off!"

Jiang Wancheng was speechless: "It's all taken off to you, what are we wearing?" ”

Sister Ya'er: "Yes, we can't be slippery!" ”

The child's words are unscrupulous, and as soon as this remark came out, the homeless people couldn't help but blush.

"That's, that's none of us! We only need money, not death! But if you won't cooperate, don't blame us—ah!! ”

With a scream, Wen Erlang picked up a stick in his hand and threw it over, and knocked the man who hit him to the ground with a mallet.

"Erwa's father-"

"Third brother!!"

The homeless people rushed up in an instant, looking after the man who had fallen to the ground.

Jiang Wancheng quickly looked at Wen Erlang, and silently gave a thumbs up: "You can, Erlang!" ”

Sister Ya'er clapped her little hands happily, "Second brother, you are so powerful." ”

Wen Erlang himself was shocked.

He looked at his hands, and wondered when, did he become a strong man?

"I ...... I just think they're going too far. We all gave them buns, and they tried to rob us. Sister, I didn't mean to knock him out on purpose......"

Wen Erlang was influenced by Jiang Wancheng, and now his anger towards the world has gradually become less serious and stereotyped.

Therefore, seeing that he had beaten this poor homeless person unconscious with a stick, Wen Erlang still felt a little guilty.

Jiang Wancheng comforted him: "Although they are pitiful, their behavior just now is indeed a little bit better." It's okay, his fainting shouldn't have anything to do with you. ”

Saying that, Jiang Wancheng thought of something, she touched it from her arms, but without touching the veil, she tore off her skirt and quickly made a simple mask.

Feng Lao also noticed the abnormality.

He stepped forward and was about to reach out to probe the man's breath and pulse, but was pushed away by the group of homeless people.

"Go away!"

"It's you murderers! It was you who killed the second baby and his father! ”

"You are murderers! Murderer! ”

They glared at Jiang Wancheng angrily, as if they were really staring at the murderer, their eyes were full of hatred.

Feng Lao: "You! A group of people who don't know what to do! If I hadn't been kind-hearted and wanted to give you some food, would you have thought you would have been able to get within two meters of us easily? ”

Feng Lao squinted, and the emotion in his eyes was also indignant.

Jiang Wancheng grabbed Feng Lao, and then looked at these homeless people slowly and said: "I know that because of this flood disaster, you may have lost many relatives, and even lost your houses and fields, and now you are displaced and forced to leave your hometown, and your heart is already full of holes and indignant and misanthropy. ”

"So, I understand what you have just done, after all, you can still think of leaving half a bun for that poor child, and want to buy medicine for him. However, this is not an excuse for you to trample on our good intentions. ”

When these homeless people heard her words, they obviously didn't say a word of shame, but for some reason, they made them ashamed.

Jiang Wancheng saw their expressions like this, and knew that they were not those really arrogant and unreasonable Diao people, so he said: "If you don't want him to die on this foreign road seriously, it's best for our master and apprentice to quickly diagnose him." Perhaps, it can save his life! ”

After saying this, Jiang Wancheng put on the mask in his hand and stepped forward.

"Erlang, take Sister Ya'er and go farther."

Wen Erlang obediently immediately pulled Sister Ya'er and ran to a place ten meters away before stopping.

Jiang Wancheng squatted down, and these homeless people didn't stop them in disbelief.

"You're healers?"

"Can you really save the second baby and his father?"

Feng Lao opened his mouth to argue: "The old man is not a doctor......

"Master!" Jiang Wancheng touched the man's pulse, and immediately frowned and shouted loudly.

"Come and see, he's having a high fever, red skin, no night sweats, but he has a convulsion."

Feng Lao didn't say anything more, but quickly came to Jiang Wancheng's side.

Jiang Wancheng gave the bottom of the mask that he had just made more to Feng Lao.

"Master, you always wear it, just in case you are outside."

Feng Lao: "Old man, I won't invade ...... poison"

Jiang Wancheng said in a deep voice: "It may be the plague." ”

Feng Lao immediately took it and put it on.

He is anti-virus, but he can't prevent disease.

Hearing the word 'plague', the faces of these homeless people immediately changed.

"How can it be a plague?"

"Like, how so?"

"Then we're not going to suffer too, are we?"

"Isn't the plague contagious?"

"Oops! That's bad! In the village we passed by before, I saw several people coughing, and the second baby may have suffered there! ”

"That's it. The father of the second baby and the second baby are close, and it is possible to be infected! ”

The more he talked, the more panicked people became, and in the end, the fear of illness and death still prevailed over the mutual love of the villagers. (End of chapter)