A poor peasant girl: Farming with a baby and abusing her husband

When Hu Fei and the others arrived at Letian Mansion, the sky had completely darkened.

The long street is brightly lit, and fiery red lanterns light up the deserted night.

Several people felt a little tired after spending an entire afternoon in the ancient temple. After settling in at the inn, everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Lotte Mansion has a vast territory, and most of the people living here are relatively wealthy.

Therefore, there are many homeless and beggars around it who will run to this wealthy place in groups.

In a blink of an eye, it was already midnight in the morning. Hu Fei went outside to practice his exercises and came back and knocked on Feng Zhen'er's door.

They were told to go downstairs for dinner after cleaning up, and he would wait for them downstairs.

"Miss, we have been traveling very hard these two days. Yesterday we were delayed all afternoon at the temple. We should rest well before leaving today. I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it!"

Ying'er complained while fetching hot water for Feng Zhen'er to wash up.

Feng Zhen'er got up and dressed up, and patiently comforted Ying'er:

"It's okay. We can completely bear the bumps in the carriage. It's really hard for Brother Hu to escort us all the way home from Kyoto."

"Besides, dad's letter is so urgent, so of course we can't delay any longer."

Since Feng Zhen'er's mood was relieved, her whole complexion has improved a lot.

Although it was early, there were already several tables of guests having breakfast in the hall downstairs.

This Shimen Inn is the signature restaurant of Lotte Mansion. Most of the people who stay and eat here are either rich or expensive.

Hu Fei had already ordered breakfast for Feng Zhener and the others.

They had been traveling in a hurry these past few days and didn't have much time to eat well.

Feng Zhen'er sat down and saw the food on the table:

"Steamed yam custard, millet porridge, stir-fried vegetables, crab roe soup dumplings."

Needless to say, these are all Feng Zhener’s favorite foods.

Several people were eating with gusto when they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the hall door.

I vaguely heard the voice of an old man:

"Uncle, please do well, please do well. We came here to order something to eat because we really had no choice! Just enjoy the food!"

At the same time, it was accompanied by the cry of a child.

"Grandpa, wuwuwuwu..."

At this time, another man's loud voice sounded:

"If you fucking block my way again, I'll kick you to death!"

The guests eating in the lobby were attracted by the sound.

Feng Zhen'er is the one who hates seeing such suffering in the world happening around her.

"Xiao Er, come here."

Feng Zhen'er softly called the waiter to come over and ask about the situation.

"What's going on outside? Why don't you let the old man in?"

Waiter: "Girl, I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business. These homeless people begging have been kicked out twice in the morning. If they meet the son of our local emperor this time, there will definitely be no good." Eat the fruit!”

While he was talking, three or five strong men walked in from the door. One of them, a fat-headed, big-eared, stocky-faced man, must be the person the waiter was talking about.

His aura of shouting and cheering made him look like a nouveau riche man.

The few followers next to him looked like lapdogs, clearing the way for the big-faced man.

"Here's the waiter, come here, serve the signature snacks to me, be quick, sir, I'm very hungry!"

As the big-faced man spoke, spittle flew everywhere.

Feng Zhener looked at him and quickly turned around to cover her nose and face with a handkerchief.

"How could there be such a vulgar person? He doesn't know that he is funny."

Ying'er said while holding her tongue.

Hu Fei remained calm. He set aside two crab roe buns, put the rest aside, and said to Feng Zhen'er:

"You guys eat first. I'll give this plate of soup dumplings to the old man and the kids outside to fill their bellies."

Feng Zhen'er had this intention, but she didn't expect Hu Fei to be with her.

"Hey, Brother Hu, wait a minute, take all these out, and we'll order them again."

After saying that, she handed Hu Fei the soup dumplings and rice porridge she left behind.

When Hu Fei saw that Feng Zhen'er could show such compassion for all living beings, he felt that he was right.

He smiled knowingly at Feng Zhen'er: I'll be back soon! "

After saying that, he walked out the door with a soup bag in one hand and rice porridge in the other.

The big-faced man has been paying attention to the movements of their table since he saw Feng Zhener after entering the door.

At this time, when he saw Hu Fei carrying something outside to the beggar who had just blocked the road, he suddenly became a little angry.

When Hu Fei walked outside the gate and saw the scene in front of him, he was shocked.

In the cold wind howling, an old man in ragged clothes hugged a little boy about eight or nine years old, squatting in the corner and shivering.

The uncle's face has been cracked with many small cracks, making his wrinkles more obvious. The whole face is dark and dark, without any color.

The little boy wore a pair of old cotton shoes full of holes on his feet, and scabs and pustules could be clearly seen on the exposed toes.

When the little boy saw Hu Fei staring at him, his self-esteem was probably hit.

He was already standing in the corner but he squeezed back forcefully and feebly, as if to hide his embarrassment from others.

Hu Fei walked up to them, and before he could speak, the uncle had already stepped forward and caught what he was holding.

He kept mumbling: "Thank you, uncle. You will be rewarded for being a good person. Come on, Chun'er, come here quickly and thank you, uncle."

The little boy seemed to be stubbornly standing still, but the uncle pulled him and staggered him.

"It's okay, it's okay. You guys eat slowly and it won't be a problem. Don't hurt him!"

The old man and the little boy didn't care about being polite anymore. They picked up the food on the plate and ate it hungrily.

Seeing them eating so much, Hu Fei quickly reminded them to drink some rice porridge to help them swallow.

In a short time, the two of them finished the buns and rice porridge.

The uncle then turned around and knelt down to thank Hu Fei.

"I can't do it, I can't do it. Master, please don't kneel down. There's nothing I can do to help you. I can only give you some food within my power."

Hu Fei helped the uncle up and said.

"Where did you come from, and why did you take your children to Lotte Mansion?"

Hearing Hu Fei's question, the uncle sighed and said that they fled here with the refugees from Jiangdong. I heard that Lotte Mansion was relatively wealthy, and thought that they could get food at least, but they encountered obstacles along the way. It has been three days now. Haven't had a meal.

Just when Hu Fei wanted to ask about the specific situation, he heard the screams of Feng Zhen'er and Ying'er calling him:

"Brother Hu! Brother Hu!"

He had a premonition that something was bad and rushed back into the house.

The big-faced man was already sitting at their table, and Feng Zhen'er was protected by Ying'er behind her.

Seeing Hu Fei coming back, Feng Zhen'er and Ying'er hurriedly ran behind him to block him.

He could feel the two girls shaking with nervousness.

"Miss Feng, what's going on?"

Hu Fei saw this situation and wanted to know what happened.