Xiao Feng Ruyuan: "People's hearts may not be bad, but they just haven't encountered any chance of becoming bad."

As soon as these words were said, Feng Mingyi realized something was wrong.

My son’s understanding of the world... seems to be too paranoid?

It is obvious that he read the same books of sages as he was when he was young, how could he...

Xiao Feng was not aware of his father's complex mood at this time. He looked around and accidentally saw two strange victims in the crowd.

The two of them were tall and big, both wearing torn clothes, but were not keen on queuing up to get food. They leaned against a thick bamboo, but they looked at Fengjia Manor.

When a disaster victim passes by them, he will hand over half a steamed bun or half a bowl of porridge.

...Is it the leader among the victims?

Somehow, Feng Rugu was discomfort by their eyes, and he turned his face away and tightened his father's hand: "Father really plans to only release food and not receive any reward?"

Hearing this, Feng Mingyi was a little unhappy: "What kind of reward?"

"Isn't it good to ask them to work for food?"

"They are so hungry that they have the strength to work?" Feng Mingyi stared at his son's eyes, "Is he unwilling to give alms?"

"It's not that I don't want to. It's inappropriate." Xiao Feng said seriously, "My father gave away food for free, which is kindness, but it also cut off their idea of ​​making a living by themselves. Anyway, if it were me, I would not be enterprising if I could lie down and receive food and medicine every day."

After a class of teaching by example, Feng Mingyi took Feng Rugu home worriedly, reflecting on what went wrong with his education.

Feng Rugu thought it was nothing, so after he got home, he took his hands and took his mother to eat snacks.

Before going to bed, he said to the nanny who was about to blow the lights: "Madam, keep a light."

The nanny thought about it and laughed: "Before bedtime, the old slave told the young master not to drink so much tea, so he must not listen. OK, I'll leave one for you."

Feng Rugu asked again: "Have the courtyard gates closed?"

The nanny joked with him: "What, are you afraid of the ghost mother-in-law coming to catch him?"

Feng Rugu tightened the quilt and repeated the question: "Is the door closed?"

The nanny smiled lovingly and said, "Yes, young master, they are all locked up."

Despite this, Feng Rugu was still worried.

Three or four days passed like this, just as he was about to forget about this, at midnight, the noise suddenly started.

Feng Rugu immediately turned over and sat up, ran to the bed barefoot, opened the window, and saw that the fire was shining in front of the gate, and water was actually gone.

The noise mixed with the sound of killing came faintly, and Feng Rugu only heard a rough one.

"Being rich is not kind! Being rich is not kind!"

"I pretended to be like this a few days ago and gave us rice. Now... rice bran..."

"Feed the pig..."

The nanny Zhang Huang rushed in, without saying a word, hugged him and ran out.

Feng Rugu Xuxu grabbed her hair before she could combed it: "Madam, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

The nanny ran with her feet, panting and unable to answer him.

Large pieces of torches poured in from the main entrance, like bloody eyes.

Even though Feng Rugu was precocious, he was scared: "Dad, mom... Madam, where is my father and mother?"

The nanny's face turned pale, and Feng Rugu's face turned pale too.

...He heard the footsteps chasing him.

The sound of the wind sounded in his ears, and he vaguely saw the face of the pursuer.

His face was not very ferocious, at least not like the murderer that Feng Rugu knew.

But he swung a hatchet, raised his hand and cut off one of the nanny's legs.

The blood spots splattered and fell on Feng Ruguyuan's feet, warm and warm.

The nanny screamed and tried her best to throw Feng Rugu, who was being held in her arms in front of her, cried and said, "Young Master, run! Run!"

She never wanted to let her young master fall on until she died.

After Feng Rugu's feet fell steadily, he clenched his teeth and turned his head to escape.

The direction of the nanny's escape was in the backyard, which had a large lotus pond, which contained living water inside and connected to the outside.

In order to prevent thieves from entering, the water inlet is very slender and only allows children to pass through.

Feng Rugu came to the edge of the pond, fell into the pond, swam to the exit in one breath, and struggled to fight from the hole that was already a little narrow for him.

After climbing out of the pool, he fell to the ground exhausted, looking up at the cold moon hanging high in the sky.

He had just crawled out of the water, but his throat was filled with blood, which made him feel disgusted.

Feng Rugu slowly got up from the ground, did not dare to neglect it, turned into the bamboo forest to hide himself, walked a hundred steps, and almost ran into more than a dozen victims living in the bamboo forest.

He immediately lay on the ground, and hot sweat mixed with ice water flowed down his nose and fell silently into the soil.

The group of victims were chatting and did not notice Feng Rugu.

"Listen to the noise, the fight was very lively."

"Why, do you want to help me?"

"I want to help me, won't I go in with them? I think this is not right. I saw Ada secretly pouring other people's porridge pot."

"Then you said that."

"What are you saying? Ada kept yelling, making everyone angry. I jumped out, aren't you looking for a fight?"

A burst of laughter broke out around him: "To put it nicely, I just scared my eggs!"

Feng Rugu's shoulders trembled violently, and a ball of wet mud was tightly grasped in the palm of his palm.

"Hey, Ada and A Er took us over from Guanzhong and helped us a lot along the way. We can't eat two bowls of rice from the Feng family, so we will go to sue the government, right?"

"Bullshit, Ah Da Er is just greedy for that little bit of advantage. Seeing that everyone is praising the great charity, his own noodles can't be saved anymore. He also looks at the grandeur of his mansion and plans to find an excuse to steal them and have a few meals of meat."

"The Feng family is a good family, and doing this will be too despicable."

"Anyway, we have all suffered a disaster, so it's just as bad as everyone."

"The Feng family is also said that they don't show their wealth. They set up a porridge shed and opened a medicine shop in front of their homes. This is not jealous. Now that they are causing trouble, they are robbed of wealth to help the poor. Who can blame?"

Everyone chattered for a while and went to talk about future events again.

Feng Rugu quietly crawled out of the bamboo forest.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, Xiao Feng sat on the ground and thought for a while.

He took off his bedcloth, applied half of his cheeks with wet mud, washed it with water to make a mottled look, took off his bedcloth, put it in his hand, picked up a stone the size of a palm from the ground, smashed it on the wall twice, and confirmed that it was not a pink stone that could be broken, and then ran to the swaying place of the figure ahead.

A short scarred man guarded the southeast outer corner of Fengjia Manor. When he saw a child with a slutty butt suddenly ran out of his back, he became alert.

However, before he could speak, Feng Rugu wiped his nose and called out proudly and affectionately: "Brother!"

The torches were taken inside by someone, and they were shady and scarfaced, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He said in surprise: "Who are you?"

Feng Rugu did not answer, and first showed off her clothes, and seemed to seek credit: "I killed one! A boy ran out of the lotus pond behind him, and he bumped into me face to face, and wanted to escape, so I..."

As he said that, he made a move to smash watermelon: "Bang, I gave him a stone and took off his clothes!"

Scar face touched the burning scar on his chin.

There have been many new victims these days, and at least a dozen people who have come to join Brother A and Brother A. He didn't pay attention to whether there is this little boy among these people.

He said, "Okay, it's a good job. Oh, where is the hole you mentioned?"

Feng Rugu pointed to the water source: "Then!"

"Take me to see." Scarface patted his thin shoulders, "You may be sure that someone will crawl out from inside. If the living person runs out and reports to the official, the eldest and second brothers will not be able to say that their family is unkind and righteous. Do you understand?"

Feng Rugu pulled out a smile: "I understand."

Scarface was taken to the water by him and looked around: "Where is the boy you mentioned, you won't be dead, have you run away?"

Feng Rugu said, "Why, I threw him down the pond? Look, you see, it's just soaking there."

"where?"

Scarface looks in the direction of Feng Rugu's fingers—

Feng Rugu raised the stone silently behind him, and hit the stone on the back of his head with the force that almost dislocated his arm.

The man's head made a crisp sound of watermelon being broken, and when his body was soft, he was about to plant it in the pond.

Feng Rugu grabbed him, slowly lowered him, and tried his best to quietly remove his clothes full of patches and lice. He didn't even look at it, and threw them on himself, tied his belt, then slid into the pond like a fish, and returned to the Feng family manor that had been completely captured through the small hole.
Chapter completed!