Chapter 40 Fire

When Zhidie and He Jinchen were about to reach the gate, they suddenly saw a lot of people coming from afar.

When the crowd was getting closer, Zhidie saw it clearly. The crowd was mostly old and young women and children, all of whom were ragged and skinny.

"I'm afraid this is the disaster." Someone in the town said.

This is the autumn harvest season. How can there be local disasters? Zhidie couldn't figure it out.

After looking at it for a while and sighing for a while, He Jinchen took him home.

On the way back, Zhidie was unhappy and depressed.

"Alas..." I don't know how many times I sighed since I got home.

She sat on the threshold, holding her cheeks in her hands, and looked at the distance with dull eyes.

He Jinchen's big palm quietly covered her shoulder. Zhidie looked back and continued to be listless.

"When I saw them, I seemed to see when I was a child." It seems that he is talking to himself, as if he is talking to He Jinchen.

He Jinchen also sat down next to him.

"You will never understand those hungry days. At that time, my mother often lied that she had already eaten in order to let me eat more." He said that the voice here sobbed slightly.

He Jinchen opened her hands covering her face and wiped away the tears she dropped with his fingertips. He looked at her gently and said, "Let's give all the corn to the refugees."

Zhidie looked at him in surprise and couldn't believe his ears. He didn't expect that people like him had love! I didn't expect that his snake king would also care about human affairs, and I didn't expect that such a stingy person as him would be willing to donate his finances.

Zhidie felt that she had a deep understanding of him.

Seeing her suspicious eyes, He Jinchen pointed to the door and said to Zhidie, "There is a sack of corn behind the door. Let's make it into a nest and share it to the refugees first."

Hearing what he said, Zhidie went upside down and saw that there was indeed a sack of corn.

She excitedly stroked the sack with her hand, but slowly she smiled more and became stiffer. Why is this bag of corn so familiar? Is it...

She didn't dare to think about it any more.

It's safer to make sure.

She took the shovel and came to the place where the corn was hidden last time. She comforted herself while digging. She couldn't help saying that it might be an open-hearted, maybe an open-minded.

But every time she digs a shovel, her heart sinks, and every time she digs a shovel, she is disappointed.

In the end, she was completely desperate.

The corn at the door is clearly the one she buried under the ground a few days ago!

She knew that He Jinchen would not kindly take out his own corn and give it to the refugees.

She went there happily and came back dejectedly.

He Jinchen asked with a smile on his face, "Why did you go for so long, but you saw those corns?"

Zhidie nodded with her head down.

"You can powder it into noodles later, and then make some nests and take them to the street to share with the victims."

It's impossible to finish it all today. It will be dark when Zhidie carries the corn cob flour into corn flour.

Tonight's moon is very round, and the moonlight falls on the ground, as if it is covered with a layer of gauze with the world.

Zhidie pushed the door and entered the courtyard. She suddenly looked up and found that He Jinchen was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, still with his eyes closed, or maintaining the previous habitual posture.

Zhidie carefully walked past him. When one foot was about to enter the room, the familiar voice rushed into his head again, "Why did you come back so late?"

She suddenly paused, turned her head, and said with a smile, "The man in the mill is not at home. I waited for a while."

He Jinchen said, "Come back early in the future. I'll be worried so late."

Listening to his words, Zhidie stepped into the house and took a few steps quickly.

It takes a lot of effort to make such a big bag of corn into a nest head. It's late at night, and the butterfly is still burning by the stove.

The eyes can't be stared at, and the eyelids are closed for a while.

Finally, she couldn't resist the invasion of the sleeping demon, and Zhidie's eyes were still closed.

She had a dream that she went to Tianxianglou for dinner again.

A plate of dishes is very delicious, and the most delicious is the roast chicken.

The color is delicious, the inside and the outside are coke, and you will have an appetite just by looking at it.

Zhidie's saliva overflowed and grabbed it with her hands. While eating, she felt a burst of heat all over her body.

What's the matter? It's so hot to eat a roast chicken. Do you roast yourself?

Gradually, the feeling of fire became stronger and stronger, and a burning pain came from the feet.

Zhidie was in a hurry and woke up.

It was amazing when I woke up, but I saw that all the fire in the stove burned out and spread to the whole kitchen.

Zhidie was a little shocked and shouted in a hurry, "It's on fire!" It's on fire!"

She hurriedly took the bucket and poured the fire, and a few hairs fell on the burning flame. She was so scared that she hurriedly lost the bucket and rushed to her hair with her hands. I didn't even feel the burning of my hands.

He Jinchen came when he heard the shouts. With one finger, he sent out a few halo, and the fire went out.

The fire on Zhidie's hair has also been extinguished by her.

Seeing that the fire in the kitchen had been extinguished, Zhidie finally collapsed to the ground unsupportably.

He Jinchen frowned and kicked her twice with disgust. "Are you still alive?"

Zhidie raised her head and looked at him with empty eyes.

He Jinchen sighed and slowly squatted down.

He gently stroked her hand, and there was a slight burn on her hand.

Zhidie was so painful that she wanted to back her hand, but was tightly grasped by He Jinchen, "Don't move."

Looking at his eyes, although she didn't know what he wanted to do, she felt extremely relieved.

He picked up her hand and put it on his mouth and blew a breath gently. The scald healed as soon as the naked eye could see it.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked softly.

Zhidie shook her head.

Seeing that she was all right, He Jinchen stood up and looked at the messy kitchen. He used his mana to restore everything to its original state in a moment.

Zhidie opened her mouth in surprise. Unexpectedly, he didn't blame himself, but helped himself.

After a while, she almost recovered and stood up from the ground.

She lifted the pot and took a look. The nest in the pot was fully cooked.

She reached out to take out the nest head, but her hands were hot and hot.

She changed her hand and wanted to continue to take it, but He Jinchen stretched out a hand to stop her.

He used his mana to take the nest head out of the pot one by one.

Then the corn flour that didn't make a nest head was turned into a nest head.

Throughout the second half of the night, he spent it in the stunned eyes of He Jinchen's use of magic power to steam the nest.