Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 1733 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits (15)

[By the way, take out some edible food and water from the space, and I will teach you which ones to take out. Many things cannot be taken out. 】

"You think I'm stupid?"

She knew that if someone found out, she would be burned to death.

She knew the feeling of being burned to death, because not long ago, she also experienced the discomfort of 'the whole body was about to burn'.

She didn't want to try that taste again.

444: ...Hehe, you are not stupid, you will even forget your own parents and brothers?Will you not even remember who you are?Will I not even know who I am?
Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as the second fool who has no brains.

444 graciously forgave her, of course quietly in his heart.

Then teach her which foods can be taken out, which are suitable for ordinary people to eat, and the packaging must be removed.

The ramblings are similar to the old father who is worried about letting his own daughter out to harm others.

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With a 'squeak' sound, the old door panel was pushed open from the outside.

The kerosene lamp on the wall swayed in the wind, making the room even darker.

In the room slightly separated by straw mats, at this moment, the two, one, one, and three people who were hugging each other and weeping turned their heads to look over at the same time.

The eyes were still red with tears in them.

"Three...three ya!"

"Sister!"

The three of them suddenly remembered one thing.

They only cared about their own sadness, and even forgot their silly daughter (silly sister) all day.

I don't know how she lived today, whether she ate, whether she was bullied.

Immediately, a little bit of guilt rose in the hearts of the three of them.

With a 'bang', the door was closed.

The little girl walked over with a half-worn cloth bag, and under the sight of the three of them, she took out three large oil-paper bags and three brown water sacs from the cloth bag.

These are all strictly selected by 444.

Whether it is a cloth bag, an oiled paper bag wrapped in roast chicken, or a water bladder, they all exist in this era.

"Brother, eat."

"Father, eat."

"Mom, eat."

The little girl had a serious face, and among the stunned three people, one stuffed an oiled paper bag into the hand of the other, and the other stuffed a water bag.

Qiao Lao San and his wife opened the paper bag in a daze, took a look, and were a little dumbfounded, "Roast...roast chicken?"

The little boy's eyes widened, staring at the grilled chicken in the grayish-yellow greaseproof paper bag, and even his saliva flowed out.

He tried his best to swallow his saliva, trembling a little: "Ah... Sister, where did this... this roast chicken come from?"

After finishing speaking, as if thinking of something, the little boy suddenly put down his things, jumped up suddenly, rushed to the window, and quickly closed the wooden window.

Then he ran to the door and gently opened it, tiptoeing out and looking around.

He didn't hear any movement outside, so he quickly retracted his head and closed the door.

Feeling unsafe, I tied a wooden peg and moved a chair behind the door.

Hui Niang was stunned for a while, and finally came back to her senses, but there was still a look of shock on her face.

"Girl, these... where did these come from? You...you didn't steal them from someone's house, did you?"

"Yes...is it from the main room?"

Hui Niang was a little scared, afraid that her daughter would not understand anything, so she would steal the old lady's three most precious chickens.

That would be a hornet's nest.

You know, those three chickens are more important to the old lady than her life.

If she finds out by then, why won't she come and work hard?
The little girl frowned, very unhappy.

What to steal?

(End of this chapter)