Chapter 1862 The Phoenix Clan: Feng Qiongcang is not worthy of being a king
Chapter 1862: Phoenix Clan Chapter: Feng Qiongcang is not worthy of being a king
More and more villagers gathered, most of whom were women and children, and some were elderly people on crutches.
There were no young men, only young boys.
When they saw Feng Jiuer and others, they all froze in place, not daring to move forward.
Maybe they were hungry, so those eyes kept staring at the wooden box.
Before the peasant woman and child who had left the informant came back, Feng Jiuer coughed lightly.
Little Cherry received the instruction and looked at these sallow and skinny, extremely weak villagers with a smile.
She didn't expect that just because of a sudden battle, the villagers would become so pitiful.
This is also a good proof that Feng Qiongcang is not worthy of being the king of this country.
"Come on, come on, line up, we're all here." Little Cherry waved with a smile.
"The princess has brought everyone steamed buns, beans, sweet potatoes, snacks, etc. In addition to these, everyone will also receive a small bag of flour."
"It's getting late, everyone, come here and line up, no one will be missing."
The villagers looked at Little Cherry's angelic smile, and even if they were still afraid, they moved forward despite being hungry and cold.
Even if it is poisonous, today they will be a dead ghost.
The villagers surged, and Feng Jiuer and others were also prepared.
Jian Yi and another brother held their swords and guarded one on the left and one on the right to prevent any emergencies.
Among the rest, one or two people were guarding a wooden box, some were opening large sacks of flour, and others were preparing paper bags for food.
The person who ran to the front was a little boy, about eight or nine years old.
"Fairy, can I have three copies? I still have my grandfather and grandmother at home. They are both sick and can't get up."
The little boy said, his eyes turned red and his voice became hoarse.
"Sister Fairy, my parents are gone, and my brother is also gone. Now I am the only one at home. I must take good care of my grandparents."
"I can testify that there are two elderly people in Xiaohu's family who are sick." said the woman behind the little boy.
"Give him three copies." Feng Jiuer waved her hand.
"Okay." Little Cherry and the others nodded at the same time.
The paper bag was filled with two steamed buns, a sweet potato, a handful of beans, steamed buns, and pancakes.
Soon, the little boy got three bags of food and three small bags of flour.
"Thank you, thank you! My brothers and sisters are all good people."
The little boy was not in a hurry to eat. After thanking him, he hugged what he was given tightly, turned around, and ran inside.
It can be seen that he is indeed a filial child.
The rest of the people were excited when they saw that they could really get food, and that it was a lot for one person.
Some people were given food, walked aside, sat on the ground, and began to eat.
Some people, like little boys, rush home with food.
In less than an hour, the last mother and son came to Feng Jiuer and shared the food.
"Princess, everyone in our village has been notified." The woman who spoke was the peasant woman from the beginning.
Mother and son went to inform the villagers, but they came back late and were at the end of the queue.
As soon as the little boy received the food, he ran to the grass nearby and sat down and started eating.
His mother, who didn't have time to take a bite, was reporting the situation to Feng Jiuer.
"Except for five households where there are only patients or elderly people with limited mobility, representatives from the rest of the villagers have come out to receive food."
The peasant woman said something, looked down at the food in her hands, swallowed, and raised her eyes again.
"Princess Princess, do you need my help to deliver food to those five households?"
