After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 297 His Cat (12)

Passing through the withered grass in front of him, Ding Bao stepped on the withered grass carefully to prevent his foot pads from getting muddy.

At the end of the path is a land temple with a height of half a person. The gate of the temple is low, and a land god is enshrined inside. Because no one has come to worship and take care of it for a long time, a thick layer of dust has already fallen on the clay sculpture. The bowls in front of the statue were gone, not to mention the tribute, even the red tiles on the top of the earth temple were removed.

In this year, the land is full of hunger, and desperate people have already given up hope in the gods.

Who would have thought that here, less than ten miles away from the hundred-mile foreign market and the feasting and feasting place, is a miserable scene in the world.

Ding Bao walked lightly into the Earth Temple, walked around the Earth God and came behind him.

There was a small hole hidden there, narrow enough for a cat to crawl through.

Below is the cat demon's hiding place. Ding Bao drilled in along the hole, and at the end of the narrow and cramped passage was a dark space.

Cats have very good night vision, so even in the dark, Ding Bao can see everything in front of him clearly.

The small cave looks very simple, surrounded by cold rock walls, looking up, it looks like an upside-down bowl, and there is a stone platform in the middle, and a soft mink fur is spread on the platform. It is practiced on this animal skin.

Ding Bao jumped onto the stone platform lightly, and then stretched out his claws to claw and pull within the thick mink fur.

After a while, a hard hole rolled down from the stone platform, and it fell to the ground with a series of extraordinarily clear sounds. Ding Bao jumped down from the high platform and found the silver dollar that fell in the corner.

Now Bazahei understood what she was here for.

Ding Bao picked up the silver dollar and came out of the cave nimbly and lightly. Before leaving, he still didn't forget to look back at the dusty land god.

"Everything has animism, this land god, you have nothing to worship."

Bazahei muttered softly.

Ding Bao ran towards the north bank of the Qinyang River with the silver dollar in his mouth. The air around him seemed to be turbid as he went north.

The cat's hearing is good, even with the interference of bells, Ding Bao can still hear the crying sound not far away.

It was the cry of a woman, very mournful and desperate, the cry was not loud, but suppressed the pain.

Ding Bao stood on a small hillside on the north bank and looked down. In front of him was the outskirts of Lincheng, that is, on the opposite side of the Qinyang River. The gray and white colors don't look bright at all.

Most of them are refugees from the vicinity, and some are from other places to make a living.

Now the regime is divided, and almost every province and even every city is under the rule of different warlords.

This has led to these warlords who are in the middle of the melee, in order to strengthen their power, they continue to oppress the people at the bottom.

They are in control of the land, and even decide what the farmers want to plant. Not only do they have to pay a certain percentage of what they grow, but they even have to pay food taxes.

Do not pay?Then increase the proportion of grain turned over.

If you pay, you won’t have much money left in your hands throughout the year, let alone supporting your family, or even supporting yourself.

The only way the desperate people can think of is to leave their hometown and land and come to a relatively rich place to make a living.

But the situation in front of them is not as beautiful as imagined. The rich city does not accept them, and even drives them away.

So there was the scene that Ding Bao saw now.

Those who died of starvation, those who died of cold, those who died of disease, and those who committed suicide.
There are simply too many to count.

"Aren't you humans the most emotional? Why is no one helping them?"

“If you see a starving kitten on the side of the road, you might reach out and take it home. But if you see thousands of starving cats, you might Do you still dare to take care of it?"

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Because once you have nothing and become the bottom struggling in the mud and filth, then you are no different from the beast that was born only to eat and drink.

Someone will sympathize with you, take pity on you, give you something to eat, and give you something to drink.

But if it is like this everywhere, if you watch too much hunger and hear too much crying and mourning, then the little bit of sympathy will be slowly wiped out.

Ding Bao didn't think much about it, his eyes stayed on the dark blue figure who had been shuttling through the crowd.

It was a young man with the most plain student hair, wearing a long dark mandarin jacket, and carrying a bucket of water in his hand as he shuttled among the refugees all over the place.

Ding Bao waited quietly for a while, until the man walked aside and sat down to rest, then she trotted over, and finally stopped behind the man and lightly pushed his head against his arm.

"cat?"

Li Shang saw the white cat behind him, and turned his head to look at it in a little surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

He stretched out his hand tentatively, and found that the white cat was not aggressive, so he hugged it up and wrapped it under his mandarin jacket, and walked silently behind the hillside.

"Let's go now, don't come here again."

The man put down the white cat and pushed it again, wanting it to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, the white cat was still standing where it was, refusing to move, and when it looked up, its eyes of very different colors were exceptionally clean and bright.

Li Shang had never seen such a beautiful cat, so he couldn't help but reached out and stroked its head again.

"what happened?"

The white cat didn't bark, but approached Li Shang silently, then opened its mouth and put the thing in its mouth in front of him.

With a sound of "ding", the sound of the silver dollar falling on the ground was particularly pleasant.

Li Shang looked down at the silver dollar in front of him, then quickly raised his head to look at the white cat in disbelief, his fair and easy-going face was full of disbelief.

"You want to give me this silver dollar?"

The white cat looked at him quietly, with peace written in its different pupils, and it called in a low voice, as if answering Li Shang's question.

Throwing down the silver dollar, the white cat turned around and left without giving the man behind him a chance to think.

"Hey don't"

A white figure flashed in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, there was only a wide and calm river in front of him, and there was no white cat.

If it wasn't for the cold silver dollar in his hand to remind him of what happened just now, Li Shang even wondered if he was dreaming.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew from the river, which made his mind a little clear.

This is a genuine silver dollar, enough to buy more than 1000 pancakes, and enough to make more than 1000 people no longer hungry today!
And it was a cat who sent this silver dollar, a beautiful and elegant white cat!
(End of this chapter)