Chapter 22 The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 22 Cooperation
Inside the refugee camp, people were lying or sitting everywhere, their eyes empty and filled with sadness. The entire camp was permeated with a sense of desolation and despair.
A young woman, on the brink of death, was breastfeeding her child. Her shriveled breasts, like withered pears, were being suckled by her emaciated child. In reality, there was no milk left, but in order to comfort her child's hunger, the mother had to endure the painful sucking...
This scene deeply pierced Mo Yan's heart. The situation of these refugees was even worse than she had imagined. She could imagine how, day by day, the elderly and weak would gradually weaken under the pressure of the young and strong, until their last breath.
If it weren't for the space, they might have become part of this as well, a thought that sent shivers down her spine.
Dragging her heavy legs, Mo Yan left the refugee camp. Along the way, all she could think of were those pairs of eyes filled with longing, longing for food, longing for survival...
If, at first, her intention to help these people was to upgrade the space as soon as possible, then at this moment, she simply wanted to help them sincerely.
She vaguely understood why every time she did a good deed, red lines would appear on the pearl of the space. From the perspective of Buddhism, those red lines should represent merit. When the merit is complete, the space will upgrade, and then through the space, more people can be helped, forming a positive cycle.
She didn't quite believe in the concept of "good deeds bring good rewards, evil deeds bring retribution", but the existence of the space and the appearance of the red lines seemed to have a complex relationship with merit. For example, this strange rebirth, she had to treat it carefully.
Back at home, seeing her younger siblings' carefree smiles, Mo Yan's heart finally felt a little less oppressed. She forced herself to cheer up and, under the eager eyes of her siblings, began to cook.
With only three people at home, they couldn't eat much, so Mo Yan decided to make two dishes: tomato chicken and stir-fried green peppers with shredded pork.
She cleaned the large rooster and divided it into halves, using one half to make tomato chicken and the other half to stew soup for dinner.
As she cooked, Mo Yan pondered how to help those refugees. She had seen several porridge stalls distributing food, but almost every stall would erupt into violence. She didn't want the same thing to happen when she distributed porridge, but she couldn't think of a good solution until the food was ready. She picked at the rice in her bowl, not even finding the tomato chicken she put in her mouth particularly delicious.
Seeing her sister's downcast mood, Xin'er and Zhen'er didn't dare to say much. They just kept piling chicken into her bowl, hoping she would feel better after eating.
When Mo Yan came to her senses, seeing the bowl full of chicken, she couldn't help but smile wryly, feeling both amused and touched.
At night, Xin'er fell asleep with a flushed face, but Mo Yan, with something on her mind, couldn't sleep, her mind seemingly more active in the quiet of the night. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to her, and she actually came up with a good idea!
Why not ask the young men and women in the refugee camp for help?
This time, she wanted to help not just one or two people, but hundreds or even thousands. This was definitely not something she could do alone. Just figuring out how to transport the ingredients and cooking utensils over there was a challenge for her. Asking those young men and women for help would not only help others but also herself. She believed that some of them would be willing.
However, those people must have good character, at least not having bullied others before. As for how to choose, she would have to go there again tomorrow to observe secretly before deciding.
With the idea in mind, Mo Yan felt relieved. In no time, she drifted into a deep and sweet sleep.
Early the next morning, after seeing off Mo Qingze, Mo Yan was worried that she wouldn't make it back in time to cook for lunch, so she made pancakes and instructed Xin'er and Zhen'er to reheat the leftover chicken soup from last night to dip the pancakes in if they got hungry. After reminding them a few times, she locked the door and left with peace of mind.
Coincidentally, she met the old man who drove the cart yesterday again.
"Miss, why are you going there again?" Seeing Mo Yan, the old man was puzzled. If yesterday this girl was just curious and wanted to take a look there, today's visit made people wonder.
It was quite a coincidence to meet the same person two days in a row, which was fate. Mo Yan looked at the honest old man and suddenly had an idea, so she didn't hide anything and said, "I saw those people were so pitiful yesterday, I just wanted to see if there was any way to help them."
The old man was a little surprised to hear this, looking Mo Yan up and down. Obviously, she didn't come from a wealthy family, so...
Seeing his confusion, Mo Yan had to come up with another story: "I have a distant relative from afar who used to make a living by farming and selling vegetables. But not long ago, the elderly in the family suddenly passed away, and the whole family had to go back to the hometown to attend the funeral. Before they left, they asked our family to help deal with the vegetables in the field. My father was too busy to spare time, and there were no other laborers in our family. Originally, we planned to let the vegetables rot in the field, but thinking about the many hungry people in the northern suburbs, it's better to feed them."
The old man clapped his thigh when he heard this, "This is a good idea! Miss, you are a truly kind person. You will definitely be blessed in the future!"
Mo Yan felt embarrassed to hear this. She had the space and was reborn, which was already a great blessing. She didn't want more...
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