God-given peasant wife's good fortune

Chapter 892 Ze'er Extra Story (7)

It was not the first time for Ze'er and Hao'er to go to the refugee camp outside the city, so when they saw the refugees in ragged clothes and smelled the stench inside the shed, they didn't react too much, but the old man Zhuang was surprised. Fortunately, Zhuang Xian also wrinkled her face when she first entered the shed, and she didn't complain or say something insulting to the refugees in an ignorant manner.

Mrs. Zhuang personally asked several young and older elders and several children about the situation in their hometown and what they saw on the way. The young man had any plans after the spring, so he took Ze'er and the others out of the shed to the porridge shed.

In the past, there were big families setting up porridge sheds inside and outside the city. This year, because of the refugees, everyone set up porridge sheds outside the city, so there are especially many porridge sheds outside the city this year.

Once there are too many porridge sheds, someone needs to be in charge of managing them, and Mrs. Zhuang is highly respected. Everyone recommends that the Zhuang family take care of these things, and he can convince everyone, so Mrs. Zhuang came here this time mainly to visit the porridge sheds. I don't want to ruin my old man's reputation.

Hao'er followed Mrs. Zhuang into the farmer's porridge shed, and Ze'er was about to follow, but she saw Xianxian outside staring at the refugees who had finished receiving the porridge. She didn't follow, so she gave Hong Lie a His eyes signaled him to look at the little white rabbit, and then he followed Hao'er into the porridge shed.

Mrs. Zhuang first tasted a spoonful of porridge when she entered the porridge shed, then picked up a steamed bun and tore off a piece to taste it. After she found that there was no problem, she told the steward of the porridge shed: "The weather is too cold, and the queues outside are so long. Long, send two more people to serve the porridge, and it will be faster."

Before she came in just now, she saw that the line in front of the porridge shed was the longest. Some old people and children were so cold that their faces were purple, and they would freeze to death before they got the porridge.

"Yes, old lady." The manager is old lady Zhuang's confidant, so she naturally knows how much her master cares about these refugees, so she dare not be careless.

Every winter, many rich families set up porridge sheds. In the eyes of the servants of other rich families, it is a good job to be assigned to take care of the porridge sheds, and many people make money from the porridge sheds. This confidant is sincerely doing things for his master, and he spends every cent of the money allocated by the master on the porridge sheds. In these porridge sheds, the porridge and steamed buns of their farmer are made from the best rice and white flour as possible. Yes, that's why there are so many refugees outside the porridge shed of their farmer.

After leaving her porridge shed, Mrs. Zhuang took a look, picked the one with the shortest line and went in, while Xianxian was still outside, and the maid next to her held an umbrella to protect her from the falling wind. When the flowers were blooming, Hong Lie got Ze'er's words and guarded them neither far nor near.

As soon as Mrs. Zhuang entered the porridge shed, the face of the steward of the porridge shed changed slightly, and the next moment he greeted him with a smile: "Mrs. Zhuang, why are you here?"

"Which family do you belong to?" Mrs. Zhuang asked softly after glancing at the yellow cauldron and several large iron basins.

There should be sweet potato porridge in this pot, and there are very few rice grains.

The steward paused for a moment before saying, "Go back to the old lady, we are the Huang family."

Ze'er calmly raised her eyes and glanced at the steward, without expressing her opinion.

"The Huang family that runs the silk business?" Mrs. Zhuang asked again.

The steward lowered his head: "Yes, old lady."

"Okay, I see." Mrs. Zhuang's face remained unchanged, but she was a little unhappy in her heart.

Huang's family and Zhou's Wan's family are the three richest households in Shengjing City. They set up porridge sheds in a high-profile way but only serve sweet potato porridge and steamed buns to the refugees. People who are greedy for ink?This has to be looked into.

Mrs. Zhuang was thinking about it when there was a sudden noise outside.

Mrs. Zhuang's face sank: "What happened?"

"Old Madam, servants go and have a look." The big maid next to Madam Zhuang hurried out of the porridge shed.

Being able to be the big maid beside Mrs. Zhuang must be calm and trustworthy, but after she went out for a while, she rushed back with a panicked expression, and shouted while running: "Old lady, it's not good, the refugees outside our porridge shed There's a fight, Miss Ba doesn't know where to go!"

what? !

Mrs. Zhuang's heart tightened, and she strode out, looking at the chaotic Chang Cheng outside her porridge shed from a distance, and said in a deep voice, "Zhuang Cheng, bring someone to stop them! Zhuang Yong, take a few people to find Ba Miss!"

"great grandmother!"

As soon as Mrs. Zhuang finished speaking, everyone heard Xianxian's voice.

When everyone looked up, they realized that Xianxian was being carried by a strong man who was five big and three thick, walking towards this side. This strong man was Hong Lie who was beside Ze'er.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Mrs. Zhuang scolded with lingering fear: "You girl, are you trying to scare your great-grandmother to death?"

Zhuang Cheng and Zhuang Yong saw that their Eighth Miss had returned, they were relieved and at the same time they didn't dare to delay, they went to the Zhuang's porridge shed together to separate the fighting refugees.

"Great-grandmother, many people at our porridge shed have fetched porridge twice." Zhuang Xian struggled to get off Hong Lie's arms, and ran to Mrs. Zhuang, looking up at her with an angry little face. great grandmother.

Mrs. Zhuang's eyes moved, and she looked at her great-granddaughter fixedly: "So, it was because of your refugees that the fight started?"

Xianxian rolled her eyes wide and said: "Great-grandmother, that... can't be said to be provoked by me."

Under Mrs. Zhuang's gaze, Xianxian's voice was so low that she could hardly hear her at the end, obviously lacking confidence.

It turned out that Xianxian saw several men who had just finished receiving the porridge from the front and jumped in front of the two older women with empty bowls and bowls, so she brought her personal maid to reason with them and asked them to leave However, those men saw that Xianxian and the maid were only half-grown children. They started fighting after arguing.

Hong Lie was only responsible for Xianxian's safety, and those people took Xianxian away after a conflict.

Zhuang Cheng and Zhuang Yong stepped out, and the chaotic scene was quickly brought under control.

After listening to Zhuang Yong's report, Mrs. Zhuang said to her great-granddaughter earnestly, "Xianxian, there is no need to step forward to stop this kind of thing in person in the future."

"Great-grandmother, if I don't step forward to stop it, will I just watch those people play rogues?" In Xianxian's view, those people jumped in line to get the porridge and steamed buns again after receiving them, which is just playing rogues.

"When did I say that?" Mrs. Zhuang gave the little girl a funny look: "You need to pay attention to how to deal with this kind of thing. You are too reckless today. See if you made trouble?"

　PS: There are two more chapters to be updated in the evening~~
　　
　
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