Exile at the start? Milkball filming, hoarding billions of resources

The man raised his arm high and hurled the manuscript paper at Cheng Qian, then swaggered away.

Cheng Qian squatted down and picked up the papers scattered all over the ground one by one.

She felt she should shed a couple of tears to show her humiliation, but her eyes were dry and sore, and not a single tear would come out.

Her tears had long since dried up.

A small figure landed in front of her and helped her pick up the paper from the ground.

She looked up and saw Shen Zhaoning's dirty little face.

"Is it you?"

Shen Zhaoning handed her the paper in her hand.

"Fairy sister, don't cry. He's talking nonsense. You're very beautiful, not some sallow-faced woman. Your face isn't sallow at all."

Cheng Qian's already fragile heart was touched by the little guy's gentle words.

"Thank you, little one."

She reached out and touched Shen Zhaoning's face, unsurprisingly getting her hand covered in grime.

"Where are your parents? Why are you letting a child like you run around everywhere?"

Don't her family members care about this little guy?

Look how dirty this little guy is, covered in dust.

Shen Zhaoning smiled at her.

"They can't get in; only I can get out."

It turns out... they were a family of disabled people.

Looking at Shen Zhaoning's expression, Cheng Qian felt a pang of unease.

Shen Zhaoning tilted her head and smiled at Cheng Qian.

"Fairy sister, do you know where I can buy food? I want something to warm me up, preferably with meat."

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Qian led Shen Zhaoning to a mutton soup restaurant not far away.

"Their mutton soup is delicious, very flavorful."

Cheng Qian spoke to the boss.

"Boss, a bowl of mutton soup and a steamer of dumplings."

Shen Zhaoning quickly added.

"Six bowls of mutton soup, six steamers of dumplings."

The adults each had a bowl of mutton soup and a steamer of dumplings, while the children shared a steamer of dumplings between two people.

Shen Zhaoning couldn't help but drool as she smelled the aroma of mutton from the mutton soup shop.

Cheng Qian asked.

"So many! How many people are in your family?"

Shen Zhaoning swallowed hard as she answered in a childish voice.

Five adults and four children.

Cheng Qian frowned. How could six steamers of dumplings be enough for nine people?

"How about this, nine bowls of mutton soup, twenty flatbreads, two steamers of dumplings, and some side dishes."

When it came time to pay, Cheng Qian insisted on paying.

Shen Zhaoning couldn't outdo Cheng Qian; her small frame was carrying a lot of things, and she whispered.

"Sister, I have money."

"Last time I saw my brother throw away food and I felt it was a waste, so I asked you for some. I'm not a beggar."

She struggled to take out a hundred yuan from her pocket and stuffed it into Cheng Qian's hand.

Cheng Qian refused to take it no matter what.

"Take it, it's not worth much."

Cheng Qian waved her hand and quickly left.

Shen Zhaoning called out to her retreating figure.

"Thank you, fairy sister. Tuantuan will definitely repay you."

"Fairy Sister, in Tuantuan's heart, you are a very, very good person, not some haggard housewife, you are a fairy!"

Cheng Qian's eyes inexplicably warmed.

She only gave Shen Zhaoning a few pancakes and treated her to a meal, and Shen Zhaoning knew she had to repay her.

She cooked countless meals at home, but her husband and son took her efforts for granted.

Sometimes, even the closest of relatives are worse off than strangers.

Shen Zhaoning, carrying a pile of things, ran as fast as she could in the alley.

I had too many things in my hands, and they were too heavy, so I almost didn't make it back.

When Hua Zhuyue and Shen Yu saw Shen Zhaoning returning with a large pile of things, they hurriedly stepped forward to take the things from her.

Shen Zhaoning's shoulders immediately slumped.

"It's so heavy, Tuantuan's shoulders are going to collapse under its weight."

Hua Zhuyue took it and looked at it, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Silly child, how can you not feel heavy buying so much soup and broth?"

"Next time, buy less. You don't need to buy so much. We're in exile now, not going on a trip. Just make sure we don't starve."

Shen Yu took the steamed dumplings and pancakes, and used one hand to hold Shen Zhaoning's hand.

Shen Zhaoning said in a low voice.

"The food this time was bought for me by the fairy sister who gave me the big pancake last time."

"I wanted to pay, but the fairy sister wouldn't take it."

Hua Zhuyue was initially surprised, not expecting the people there to be so generous.

Then, seeing his granddaughter's dirty little face, he immediately understood that the person had given her the things because they felt sorry for Tuantuan.

If they didn't have money, that would be fine, but since they do have money, they can't just take things from others for free.

Hua Zhuyue thought for a moment and then gave her some instructions.

"I still have a few gold leaves hidden in the sole of my shoe. Give one to the other person next time you go over."

Shen Zhaoning felt something was amiss.

"I don't think the fairy sister would want it."

Hua Zhuyue sighed.

"That's true. Since she gave you something and didn't ask for money, she's obviously not short of money. Giving her money would be an insult to her. Does she even have any preferences?"

Thinking of the scene she witnessed today, Shen Zhaoning said, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"She seems to like making saws and also likes writing."

"Oh, right, there's something strange. Today I saw a man say that Fairy Sister is a 'yellow-faced woman,' but I think Fairy Sister's face is very fair, not yellow at all."

Hua Zhuyue was surprised.

"Making a saw?"

"Aren't these saws all made by blacksmiths? What materials did she use to weave them?"

Shen Zhaoning shook her head.

"have no idea."

Shen Yu spoke softly.

"I don't know anything about sawing, but if she likes calligraphy and painting, I have a few ink sticks and brushes hidden away. Those soldiers didn't know their value and threw them on the ground as trash when they searched my house, but I kept them."

"Next time you go, give her one."

The ink that Shen Yu picked up was all of the highest quality; a single piece was worth a thousand gold pieces.

It was a gift from his grandfather on his birthday, said to be a reward from the emperor when his grandfather made meritorious contributions, and he had never been willing to use it.

Since the gift from the emperor cannot be sold, it is better to give it away to repay the other party's kindness.

At this moment, Wan Zhenzhen had already joined the others, holding Shen Yingying's hand.

She looked displeased.

"This area is a desolate wilderness. I've walked for a long time and haven't seen a single person. I can't possibly eat grass to fill my stomach, can I?"

Xiaoman swallowed hard when she heard about eating grass.

Last time, my aunt used the seasoning from the chicken cartilage to mix some wild vegetables, and it was delicious.

He really wanted to eat it.

The burly man rubbed the injury on his face with an impatient expression.

"Alright, stop nagging."

"I'm warning you, I only did this because you promised me food. If there's no food, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

Perhaps it was because the strong man had helped them that afternoon.

Wan Zhenzhen was no longer afraid of the burly man. After hearing what he said, she drawled out her words.

"So that's why you were so kind as to help us, it turns out it's because of your stutter."

The burly man sensed a hint of sarcasm in Wan Zhenzhen's tone and his face instantly darkened.

"I'm a prisoner, not a bodhisattva in a temple!"

"If you anger me, I'll chop you up and eat you."

The burly man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he bared his teeth, looking like a demon from the underworld. Wan Zhenzhen was so frightened by the man's appearance that she sat down on the ground with a thud.