The nursery rhyme thing is very sinister, but you have to eat it one bite at a time.
The top priority is to handle this matter first, cut off any future troubles, and not give the other party any chance to do anything again.
The manager thought for a moment and then said, "Yes, I will arrange for someone to do it."
Mu Yunhan said: "Remember, there is one standard: don't fight back when hit, don't retaliate when scolded, your attitude must be firm, and your words must be nice."
This is different from how she dealt with Ma Jingen and others. Ma Jingen was in a special situation and could not be suppressed without ruthless means.
Nowadays, that kind of method cannot be used against these poor and innocent people.
The steward agreed and quickly ran down to make arrangements.
Mu Yunhan continued to walk forward, this time she planned to see the wounded.
The wounded were placed in an open space near the county government office.
The Medicinal Food Hall set up many sheds there, and in addition to the doctors, it also hired many women to help.
Burns are no more painful than other injuries, and the moans of the injured can be heard from a long distance away.
Mu Yunhan walked around, feeling heavy.
A child was changing dressing and was crying heartbrokenly. She stood aside and watched silently, feeling so irritable that she wanted to kill someone.
Xiaomi said softly: "Master Meng is here."
Meng Jia walked over alone, stopped a step away from her, and stood silently.
There are a group of very good doctors in the Medicinal Medicine Hall, and they always have a good attitude even if they are too busy to breathe.
"Your doctor is very good." Meng Jia said suddenly, his voice hoarse.
Mu Yunhan did not look back and said quietly: "The salary I give them is higher than that of other families. I also give them courtesy on a daily basis. I can raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while."
Meng Jia was silent for a moment and said: "This time it's just a Pucheng, just one street. If there are several Puchengs, how many streets, how wide can the Medicinal Food Hall take care of?"
Mu Yunhan did not answer his question, but pointed at the child who was crying heartbrokenly and said: "She is a girl, half of her face is ruined, and her whole life is almost ruined. Do you think she is pitiful? Is she innocent?"
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Meng Jia suddenly became angry: "What do you want to say? This is an accident!"
Mu Yunhan turned around and looked at him quietly: "Maybe it is, maybe it is not. Even if it is an accident, someone is trying to turn it into a man-made disaster."
"I just heard a group of children singing a nursery rhyme. It's really scary. Do you want to hear it?"
Meng Jia gritted his teeth and his eyes were blood red: "I don't want to hear it!"
A gust of evening wind mixed with the smell of fireworks blew slowly by, carrying a child's voice.
"There is a priest's palace above the nine heavens, and a real dragon lives in the Lingxiao Palace.
Under the Nine Heavens, there is a clay ball palace, and a gold-covered wooden palace houses a fake dragon.
Suddenly there was a thunderous sound, killing the fake dragon and falling down into the Niwan Palace."
Mu Yunhan said softly: "Soon, more innocent people will be as unlucky as this child."
She ignored Meng Jia and walked past him.
Mengjia stood there with his head half lowered, looking expressionlessly at the crying child and the crying mother beside him.
Mu Yunhan touched the purse hanging on his waist and was a little undecided.
Should she give him this wishful tea, or not?
To be honest, she didn't know what Meng Jia would be like in the future, and who he would ultimately favor in this struggle.
There was a cry of surprise from behind.
She looked back and saw a group of children rushing over and hitting the pillars of a shed, causing the shed to collapse.
Mengjia stepped forward to hold the shed without hesitation.