allonlinenovel Chapter 317 The Tragedy Caused by Steamed Buns
Chapter 317 The Tragedy Caused by Steamed Buns
Snow stopped.
The wind stopped.
The vision is clearer now.
Mu Qianxue led the children to learn about the hardships of ordinary people.
I hadn't originally planned to come here, but after hearing Miaomiao's question, I changed my mind.
The main purpose at this moment is to let Cheng'an see and understand another side of the capital.
This child, at such a young age, already shows signs of becoming a spoiled brat.
It must be nipped in the bud as early as possible.
Especially after listening to Miao Miao's words, I suddenly felt that Cheng An's education was inadequate.
We need to add more homework, a lot more.
Otherwise, even Xiao Miaomiao understands this principle, but Cheng'an, as her older brother, doesn't. He just eats without learning anything.
"Cheng'an, do you understand what Miaomiao means?"
Yan Cheng'an shook his head, then nodded.
What do you mean?
It's just the literal meaning.
He looked at his aunt with a blank expression, while his aunt's expression was unpredictable.
I can't figure it out at all.
Jiang Miaomiao had no idea how much pressure she was putting on Yan Cheng'an.
However, she will never know.
Whether in her past life or the present, the impact of her academic excellence on those who struggle academically has never been small.
However, she has now inadvertently failed to conceal her true abilities.
This led Mu Qianxue to believe that Yan Cheng'an was ignorant and incompetent.
Actually, it's not his problem at all.
With a father as capable as Yan Shaoqing, Xiao Cheng'an's intelligence is definitely not lacking.
Jiang Miaomiao leaned against the car window, looking around, searching for that familiar figure from just moments ago.
The main problem was the large number of soup kitchens and the large number of displaced people.
The figure was not tall, and was blocked by someone in a flash.
Every prominent family in the capital set up a soup kitchen, but few women personally distributed the soup.
Jiang Miaomiao's gaze was fixed on the porridge stall with the character "Jiang" on it.
Only this soup kitchen has noble ladies distributing soup.
The little girl wore a snow-white cloak, revealing her delicate face and slender white hands.
Very eye-catching.
She smiled and spoke gently to the refugees.
Like the warm sunshine of spring.
She is distributing steamed buns to the refugees.
When the refugees saw the wealthy young lady personally distributing porridge, they refused to leave, showering her with auspicious words and hoping she would give them more.
"Miss Jiang is such a kind person!"
“Miss Jiang must be a Bodhisattva reincarnated, sent to save people from suffering.”
"May Miss Jiang find a good husband and enjoy wealth and prosperity..."
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More and more people are talking.
It seems that this has touched a nerve with Miss Jiang.
Originally, each person was given one steamed bun, but now it's two, then three.
Because Miss Jiang gave out a lot of steamed buns, the refugees from other soup kitchens all flocked over when they heard that.
Jiang Zijin was so frightened that she dropped the steamed bun in her hand and fled in panic, surrounded by her servants.
Jiang Miaomiao rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.
It really was Jiang Zijin.
Minister Qi is already detained and awaiting trial, yet this granddaughter still has the mood to play the role of a public figure.
That's terrible; their carefully crafted persona has backfired.
The Jiang family's carriage passed by the Mu family's carriage.
When the curtain fluttered, their eyes met.
Jiang Miaomiao stared at her in disbelief, because this woman's steamed bun might trigger a bloodbath.
Jiang Zijin turned pale with fright.
However, his face turned green when he saw the little girl lying on the opposite car window.
What incredible luck! On the very first time I distributed porridge, Jiang Miaomiao actually saw it.
This brat is so persistent.
She cursed under her breath and urged the coachman to speed up and leave as soon as possible.
The culprit has left, but the tragedy she caused is only getting worse.
Jiang Zijin threw out the steamed buns, accidentally knocking over the rest, and everyone rushed to grab them.
There were women, elderly people, and even children...
The consequences could be disastrous.
Jiang Miaomiao was engrossed in watching when Xi'er suddenly pressed her head down into the hole.
She immediately drew her dagger and became alert.
This was the first time Mu Qianxue had ever seen such foolish behavior, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
He immediately took out the Mu family token and gave it to the guard, saying, "Go and inform the Imperial Guards and Prince Jing. Be quick."
The lead guard hesitated for a moment, "Third Miss, but what about your safety..."
"Go ahead, we'll leave now." Mu Qianxue quickly pulled the children over to sit down, then let the coachman drive the carriage away.
Jiang Miaomiao wanted to take another look, but she was pulled back down, "Sit still, don't look."
The carriage turned around and sped away.
The bustling sounds behind me continued.
Mu Qianxue took a deep breath and told the coachman to head straight for Lu Garden, intending to take them back first.
Yan Cheng'an was terrified and sat there dumbfounded. He had never seen such a scene in the capital.
In his eyes, Daliang was a prosperous and wealthy city, and he never imagined that so many poor people would be hidden in a corner of the imperial city.
Moreover, they even pushed, shoved, snatched, and trampled on others over a single steamed bun.
His young heart was deeply moved.
Lu Zhizhi had seen other people fight, and she had seen her grandfather and father fight with others, but she had never seen so many people fight.
There are people the same age as her grandparents, children the same age as her, and even younger.
She didn't dare to think about it.
She hugged her younger sister tightly, saying, "Don't be afraid, Miaomiao, your older sister is here."
Jiang Miaomiao: ……
This girl is quite nice.
She nestled in Lu Zhizhi's small arms, feeling incredibly warm.
But her heart was still pounding.
Thinking about what just happened, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
She thought of her playmates in Taoxi Village, and also of the old men and women in the village.
These people really are just like them.
Perhaps these refugees were once villagers from some village, whose homes were destroyed by war, and who then fled here.
But they never imagined it until their deaths.
They traveled a long way, and although they didn't die on the way, they died on a steamed bun.
Jiang Miaomiao suddenly grabbed Mu Qianxue's sleeve, "Auntie, can you save them?"
"Okay, Miaomiao, don't worry, I'll take you back first." Mu Qianxue patted her head to comfort her.
That was quite unexpected.
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
She was surprised to see worry, not fear, in the eyes of such a young child.
Miaomiao was worried about the women, children and elderly.
Looking at Zhizhi again, she seemed to have been frightened just now, but she has calmed down now and is even protecting and comforting her younger sister.
His nephew, Yan Cheng'an, sat there blankly, seemingly lost in thought.
It should have touched me to some extent.
She was quite nervous and hoped that the Imperial Guards would arrive as soon as possible to minimize casualties.
The carriage sped to Lu Garden.
Lu Qingyao was already peering out from the doorway.
“Sister, people say that a mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles. Feng has traveled more than a thousand miles, but you are not worried about him. Instead, you are worried about Miaomiao, who has only been gone for less than two hours.”
Xiuxiu leaped onto the roof and leaned over to look at the alley entrance.
"You don't understand, this is the capital, and my eyelids are twitching right now, I'm afraid something might be wrong." Lu Qingyao had been feeling uneasy ever since her daughter left.
It was already past dinnertime.
"She's back! Miaomiao's back!" Xiuxiu jumped down.
The carriage arrived at the door quickly.
As soon as Jiang Miaomiao got off the carriage, she ran towards her mother.
"Mother, Mother, Jiang Zijin went to the soup kitchen to distribute porridge and steamed buns to the refugees. She ran away while she was distributing them, and the refugees started to scramble for them. They even started fighting over them. There were also many old people and children among them."
"Alright, alright, Mother knows, don't worry."
Lu Qingyao held and comforted her somewhat agitated little girl.
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