The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 160 Refugees

It's not that she can't see the suffering in the world, but she can't see the desolation. Many people are lying on the icy streets, and you don't know whether they are dead or alive. The streets that used to be bustling are like a pool of stagnant water, dead and silent.

So Shang Xi stayed at home and played with his children every day.

Suddenly one day Yuhua suggested, "Shang Xi, it's almost the New Year's Eve, let's go out and buy something."

Shang Xi, who originally didn't want to move, put on his clothes and followed him out.

If you don’t go out on the streets for a while, you will feel a big change. There are more refugees on the streets than locals. There are probably many people who don’t want to go out on the streets because they will be surrounded by people, and more and more corpses can be seen everywhere. , although Shang Xi was not very scared, but his spine felt cold, and he did not dare to glance around, because as soon as he glanced, he would be met with a pair of desperate eyes, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, wanting to escape from this environment quickly.

At this time, several children ran up and surrounded Shang Xi and Yuhua.

"Sister, give me a bite to eat."

"Sister, I'm hungry."

Looking at the small hands covered with frostbite, Shang Xi took out his money bag.

She silently put copper plates on the outstretched little hands of several children, and gave two copper plates to each person. Buying a few steamed buns would definitely satisfy her, she thought, but more and more people came to ask for money. child.

Looking at their eyes, I felt that I couldn't bear not to give it to anyone.

"Sister, can you give me a copper? Our whole family hasn't eaten for many days. My grandpa is starving to death, and my grandma is dying."

Shang Xi listened and gave her a few coins without saying a word.

But all the coins in her hands were scattered, leaving only the silver, and both hands were still reaching out to her.

She glanced around, and many people were looking at her. Their eyes were filled with expectation but also exploration.

Shang Xi thought for a moment and spoke, but in a low voice: "There is a street ahead, and there is a steamed bun shop there. I will buy steamed buns for you. You guys wait here."

Everyone nodded when they heard the word steamed buns.

When Shang Xi takes a step forward, everyone will follow her. If she walks ten meters, everyone will follow her.

Shang Xi looked back at the group of children one meter away and the group of men, women and children following from a distance, so he had no choice but to turn around and continue walking with Yuhua.

The boss of the steamed bun shop knows Shang Xi. The steamed buns that their workers supply every day come from here. This steamed bun shop is supported by them, and now the team is very strong.

He looked at the dark heads behind Shang Xi and said, "Shang Xi, why are these people following you?"

Maybe it was a bandwagon effect. Everyone didn’t know if they could get steamed buns by following, but they all chose to follow.

"I'll buy some steamed buns to share with everyone."

The owner of the steamed bun shop said: "They are all freshly baked, but the quantity of steamed buns is limited."

Shang Xi said: "Then arrange for someone to steam some."

"Do you think these people can wait? Don't make trouble."

Yes, the streets in front of him were blocked. Shang Xi said, "I'll talk to them and prevent them from causing trouble."

After Shang Xi made arrangements with the owner of the steamed bun shop, she found a chair and stood on it. She was too small and inconspicuous. Unless she stood at a high place, these refugees could not see her.

Did she and Yuhua just walk too slowly, or did these people convey the news too quickly? Why are there more and more people? The refugees in front of them are so dark that the end of the street cannot be seen, and it is so blocked. of.

Such a scene shocked her heart, and she thought to herself, don't let anything happen.

Fortunately, these people were quite quiet without talking, and no other sound could be heard except the wind.

Tens of thousands of eyes looked at Shang Xi.

"Everyone, listen to me. Each person gets one steamed bun. You are not allowed to receive it twice. If you eat one more steamed bun, others will starve. The one who received the steamed bun will leave along the side of the road."

People in the distance naturally couldn't hear what she said, but those who heard her consciously made way for a small and narrow path, and the people behind also followed suit, although they didn't know why.

"Start handing out steamed buns now. Don't crowd forward or fight. Everyone can get a steamed bun."

Shang Xi said to Yuhua and the owner of the steamed bun shop: "Let's make steamed buns."

As soon as Yuhua and the others picked up the steamed buns, they were taken away as fast as lightning.

Shang Xi, who got the steamed buns, told them to leave immediately.

Everyone who saw the steamed buns wanted to get closer to the steamed buns, so everyone rushed towards Shang Xi. In order not to cause a commotion among everyone, Shang Xi stretched out his hand and made a backward gesture.

"Don't crowd forward, everyone. Everyone can get one steamed bun. If you can't get one, I'll let them steam it for you."

This sentence worked. After a while, cheers came from the street, and a steamed bun gave them hope.

After all, steamed buns are limited, and the steamed buns in more than [-] steaming trays are like the tip of the iceberg, which will soon shine.

Yuhua said to Shang Xi who was standing on the stool to maintain order: "The buns are shining."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Shang Xi said: "Shopkeeper, please take out the steamed buns supplied to the candle factory for emergency use."

The shopkeeper of the steamed bun shop said: "Auntie, if the steamed buns move, what should I do during lunch?"

Shang Xi said: "Let's eat with these people first. It's still early at noon. You can steam it for them later."

The boss of the steamed bun shop was really embarrassed, "Auntie, there are more than [-] people in this candle factory, and each person can make four to five steamed buns, which works out to [-] steamed buns. How do you ask me to make it out of thin air?" Steamed buns need to be fermented, and I don’t have ready-risen dough in my hand. How can I make steamed buns?”

Shang Xi said: "You make steamed buns for them. The steamed buns don't need to be fermented."

"Can this work?"

Shang Xi said: "Okay, if anyone questions, just say that I took advantage of the steamed buns."

The shopkeeper said: "With your words, I will take out the steamed buns. I guess people like the steamed buns can't leave without seeing the steamed buns."

Shang Xi said: "Take it out and ask them to come to me if anything happens."

So mountains of steamed buns were carried out, one by one with bamboo dustpans. They were all white, plump and steaming.

With the help of a group of workers, [-] steamed buns were also distributed.

Yuhua said again: "The steamed buns are gone."

Shang Xi looked down and saw that there was no one left, but there were still many people in front of him.

Pairs of eyes were staring straight at it.

The owner of the steamed bun shop said: "It's really gone. Even steaming it now can't supply so many people. The noodles supplied to the candle factory at night can't be touched any more, otherwise they won't be able to spare me."

The people in charge there are more fierce than the others, otherwise how could those strong laborers be suppressed.

This is also the biggest business for the steamed bun shop owner for a long time, so he cannot afford to lose it.

But there are still half a street full of people. If not [-] people, there must be [-] people. Everyone is still looking at Shang Xi eagerly.