Six Hundred and Forty, a Trace of Humanity in Chaos

After chatting with Hu Hua, Ren Xiaosu also went to the kitchen to look around. There was not much rice in the rice bucket, and Ren Xiaosu even took a look at the trash can in the kitchen. There was not even a bit of oily smell in the trash can, which meant that these children The living conditions in the orphanage are really poor.

Hu Shi followed behind and said, "Do you know why I can't bear to use Zhang Baogen? Just because he showed a kind nature? No, or not only."

Ren Xiaosu turned his head and listened quietly.

Just listen to nonsense and continued: "Actually, Zhang Baogen himself is also a child, and he was imprisoned by the Qing family in a mental hospital without seeing what the world is like. Fortunately, the Qing family is still a little more merciful in the consortium. Yes, just to observe their state and not hurt them."

"When Zhang Baogen came here, he was poor and white. Some time ago, a child said he wanted to eat dumplings. When the child was three years old, he was thrown at the gate of the orphanage. Now he is twelve years old, and he only remembers a kind of celery. The pork-flavored dumplings are the only memory he has of his original home, he doesn't even remember what his mother looks like, but he still remembers the taste of dumplings."

"Zhang Baogen didn't have any money, so he went to the vegetable market to pick up celery leaves thrown away by others, and begged the butcher to give him some fat that others didn't want. I don't know how he did it, but the other party actually gave him some. "Hu said with a smile: "That day, the orphanage was just like Chinese New Year. Later, Zhang Baogen went out to do odd jobs, helping people clean cars and so on to earn a little money, and every time he made money, he bought meat back for the children to eat. He didn't taste a sip himself."

"This time, if it wasn't for the huge amount of money needed for the cotton coat, and if it wasn't for the frostbite on the child's hands, he probably wouldn't have taken the risk to kill someone. Do you know what I value most about him? After he came here, is it true? He wants to cut off the murderous nature in the past and take good care of the children. He also wants to eat meat, but he can be very happy watching the children eat."

Ren Xiaosu said, "Aren't you rich? Why don't you buy things for the children?"

Nonsense looked at Ren Xiaosu and said, "Don't mention this to me. The kid at the altar took so much gold, but he didn't give it to me at all. He said he would keep it all for you. When I was an official in the Li family, I had nothing to worry about. , How can there be any money! I had a little savings at the beginning, but you don’t know how much this group of children can eat, as the saying goes, half a child, eat me to death, I was forced to eat poor by them!”

Ren Xiaosu was stunned: "Are you so poor?"

"What's wrong with being poor?" Hu Hua's face darkened: "Money can't buy happiness!"

Ren Xiaosu pondered for a moment and said, "It's because you have too little money, so you can't buy happiness!"

He turned around and went out. At noon the next day, he came back with more than ten catties of high-quality pork and dozens of catties of celery.

Zhou Yingxue was still carrying a large bag of flour behind her, and the children in the orphanage cheered.

This time, even nonsense made dumplings with everyone, and Ren Xiaosu used two black knives to perform a fancy chopping dumpling filling for the children, which drew applause from the children, and Ren Xiaosu was very proud.

When the celery and pork dumplings came out of the pot, Zhou Yingxue stood by the pot, but the children did not fight or grab it. Under Zhang Baogen's instructions, they lined up in a regular manner, each carrying a small bowl, girls in front, boys in front In the back, the younger ones are in front and the older ones are in the back.

When all the children had eaten, Zhang Baogen came over with a bowl full of embarrassment.

Zhou Yingxue filled a bowl full for him with a smile, and Zhang Baogen thanked Zhou Yingxue.

After eating, the children sat on chairs with round bellies. They hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and they couldn't stop once they ate.

A child smiled at Zhang Baogen: "Uncle Baogen, blow bubbles for us!"

Zhang Baogen thought for a while, and unexpectedly blew out a magpie.

But the children looked disgusted: "Uncle Baogen, why does your bubble smell like celery and pork today..."

...

After leaving the orphanage, Zhou Yingxue walked beside Ren Xiaosu and asked, "Master, you are quite human today."

"What is human touch?" Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "It's just a momentary kindness. I think I can't do Zhang Baogen to guard these children like this."

"That's better than nothing," Zhou Yingxue said, curling her lips: "In this world, it would be very different to have a touch of humanity. But master, why didn't you leave some money for them?"

"Without us, they lived happily ever after," Ren Xiaosu said, "At first I wanted to keep one million, but after thinking about it, maybe the nonsense was right, and the happiness here has nothing to do with money. And Qin Sheng Zhang Qingxi and Zhang Qingxi will solve the funding problem here, so we don’t need to do anything extra.”

From last night to today, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt that he had experienced a short period of tranquility.

After coming to Los Angeles, his nerves were tense, and he was always on guard against the ubiquitous enemies, but this world shouldn't be like this. Suddenly, he looked forward to world peace.

Just when another wave of chaos subsided in Luocheng, a group of more than twenty people was rushing towards Luocheng in the distance outside Luocheng.

The leader with a red cloth covering his face was none other than the knight Wu Dingyuan.

Originally, he took the students out for an excursion according to the plan, but just halfway through the itinerary, he was told that Los Angeles was in crisis, so he had to bring the students back.

But when they passed the Kong's Fortress on the road, they just took a rest for one night, but all the vehicles were destroyed by people with ulterior motives, so they could only travel on foot.

Wu Dingyuan knew that someone was deliberately delaying his return to aid, but he didn't go to Kong to argue about it. At this point, the Cavaliers must treat every consortium as an imaginary enemy.

Just when they were 300 kilometers away from Los Angeles, Wu Dingyuan stopped suddenly. He looked at Vanilla and the old man playing sugar painting in front of him.

Vanilla smiled and said, "Anjing Temple Vanilla."

The old man introduced himself while boiling the syrup: "Anjing Temple Tang Hualong."

Wu Dingyuan frowned: "Anjing Temple wants to be an enemy of our knights? Have you considered the consequences?"

Vanilla smiled and explained: "This is also the reason why we are here. We have no intention of being an enemy of the knights, and we don't want to commit crimes in Los Angeles, so we don't enter the barrier. We just hope that Wu Dingyuan will accompany us to chat here .”

"What if I say no," Wu Dingyuan's expression turned serious: "Then you will threaten me with the students behind me?"

"No, no, no," Vanilla shook her head: "I, Vanilla, am not this kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. It's just that the two of us deal with you alone, and you really can't get away."

Wu Dingyuan stood still, and he suddenly realized that the people in Luocheng were about to make a move.