Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 285 Black Dreamland [31]

Her intimidating aura made those noisy women and old people quiet down, looking at her and not daring to speak.

Mo Fenghua walked proudly in front of two large iron pots filled with millet porridge, next to a bamboo basket filled with steamed buns.

The millet porridge is not thin, it's normal, and it's similar to what she drank herself this morning.

The Wotou was steamed last night, and it still exudes the sweet smell of corn. These things are basically the normal food eaten by ordinary farmers.

Mo Fenghua laughed, this group of people are really delicate!

He told the two people from Xuesha Building: "You two go and bring my horse over."

Soon Mo Fenghua arrived on a big black horse, before the two big pots of millet porridge, Mo Fenghua raised his chin to the lead horse.

He understood immediately, pulled the horse and let him drink the millet porridge in the pot with his head down.

At this moment, those refugees were boiling, and it was the woman in her thirties and 40s who called out the loudest just now: "You little bitch who killed a thousand knives, you actually drank our porridge like a beast... ah..."

Before her stepmother could swear, the millet porridge in another pot next to her flew out automatically, as if being spilled by someone, and poured it all on the woman at once.

She wailed, "Killed... I'm going to kill..."

She immediately let out a shrill scream, which made everyone's hearts tense after hearing it.

But seeing two pots full of millet porridge, one for the beasts to drink, and one for the water, these people realized that without these rice, they would continue to be hungry.

Someone complained: "Who are you, why do you spoil our food, this is our food... what are you?"

Qianye Feiran walked over with a sneer: "The porridge is thin, it's not white flour steamed buns, and there are no vegetables. Didn't you all say these things? You want to repeat the days of starvation before last night, of course we will not force it."

There must be real spies among these refugees. The woman who was splashed with porridge just now may be one of them. From the very beginning, he has been encouraging these ordinary people to make trouble with her.

The woman jumped up suddenly: "You cruel bastards, you just want to starve us to death... What's wrong with us wanting white flour and steamed buns? Our men will work for you as cows and horses, so why should we order food? Can't?"

The people around immediately agreed.

"That's right, that's right... Our men work, you should treat us well..."

"Not only do we want white flour steamed buns, but we also need pickles in the future...no, we want meat...we want meat in Dun Dun."

Mo Fenghua and Qianye Feiran looked at each other, not bad, they even knew that work started there.

Yesterday, after they went there, they immediately separated the two groups of people. It is impossible for these women to know what was going on there.

Qianye was extremely disdainful: "If you want to eat meat every meal, your faces are really big."

Mo Fenghua looked at the group of people who became more and more emotional, and if they didn't kill a single person, they really thought this was a shelter.

She glanced at Qianye Feiran, and the other party immediately understood,

A person from Xuesha Building got the order, drew out a long knife, looked down, blood spattered three feet, and the head of the woman who shouted the most was cut off in an instant.

Her head fell to the ground, rolled twice and came into the crowd...

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(End of this chapter)