Sumu, who was being talked about by Ning Wang and his daughter, had already arrived at the city gate.

The rain is getting heavier.

Painkle!

The alley to the city gate, under the eaves of a broken earth house, was hiding from a group of small spots that shelter from the rain.

These people are basically half-aged boys, the younger ones are seven or eight years old, and the older ones are teenagers, without exception, dressed in tatters and skinny.

In the heavy rain, the temperature was slightly cool. They hugged their shoulders, and some were still trembling.

In the corner that was leaking to the right, a little boy was squeezed with a scar on his face, ragged clothes, wearing tattered straw sandals, the soles were a little off-layered, the upper and the toes and heels could not be covered. One of the scars was seen with pus flowing.

Sumu passed by here and stopped, and Han Shi behind him also stopped.

"Young Master?"

"Where did these people come from?" Su Mu asked, pointing at the half-grown children.

"Oh, they!"

Han Shi thought for a while, and said with his finger: "What cannot be kept at home, what is thrown out of the tram, or the fields at home are gone... Although he has a household registration, in fact, they are not much different from the refugees outside."

"Every winter comes, these people don't know how many people will freeze to death. But when spring comes next year, you will find that these alleys are filled with so many people again."

"There are never an end to this batch of crops..."

"Ha, this world."

Su Mu smiled mockingly, shook his head and sighed, "I don't know where to come from, I don't know where to go when I die, I'm like a candle, and my life is like a mustard of grass. I'm just a group of poor people."

He suddenly remembered the rewards he received after he told the story.

The original intention was just to collect energy. As for the "reward" it was just a by-product obtained by chance in this process.

"Take it from the people and disperse it from the people."

Su Mu thought so, so he did it.

A golden light flashed in his palm, and the bamboo basket containing the reward money appeared out of thin air.

"Oh, young master..."

Han Shi guessed Su Mu's idea and wanted to speak but stopped.

But at this time, Sumu had already walked over.

As he approached, the eyes of a group of half-baby boys focused.

Beware, suspicion, fear... all kinds of emotions are all there.

Su Mu looked calm and walked to the corner. In front of the 'scar-faced boy', he took out a handful of copper coins: "Take it, buy some food and wear it!"

The scar-faced boy looked up, looked at Sumu, and then looked at him again, sure that it was not teasing him, so he quickly reached out and snatched him.

Immediately.

A happy smile appeared on his little face.

——No thanks, because no one taught him.

"I want it too!"

At this time, another child next to him spoke boldly.

Su Mu glanced at him, grabbed a handful of copper coins from the basket, and gave them to him.

Then.

It was a large group of children who were rushing over.

"I want!"

"I want it too!"

"Give it to me first!"

...

They rushed to reach out their hands.

Three.

Five.

...

Sumu is like a boy who distributes money from the basket.

until……

A familiar face reappeared.

It was the "scarface boy" at the beginning. He held the money with one hand and stretched out the other, not seeming to think there was anything wrong with it.

"You've received it."

Su Mu shook his head and did not give him another time.

The scar-faced boy didn't say anything, looked at Sumu, suddenly turned around and rushed into the rain.

"Maybe, are you going to buy food?"

Su Mu thought about it so much, he ignored him and continued to pay.

After a while.

A sound came from the rain.

"Come on, that fool who gave the money is here!"

"I saw it, there!"

"Go, go quickly."

"I told you that you will get the money later and you will share half of it."

——This is the voice of the scar-faced boy.

"Get out!"

...

Another group of children ran over.

Su Mu frowned when he heard the conversation in the rain, but didn't say anything, and continued to share the money.

Whether it is new or previous, treat everyone equally.

Not long.

The money in the bamboo basket has been distributed.

——Including those pieces of silver, they were all separated.

Then.

Some children began to quarrel and fight over the broken silver.

"Mine, don't rob it!"

"Get out, bring it to me!"

"Get out of the way, mine!"

...

besides:

The scarfaced boy asked for half of the money from the children who later came, but no one gave him it, which instead attracted a blow and kick.

"Don't die, I want our money!"

"That's right, beat him!"

"Snatch his money!"

...

at last.

The scar-faced boy not only failed to get the money, but was beaten up. Even the money he had been assigned before was not saved and was stolen and divided.

Su Mu looked at all this, without saying anything, nor did he go to mediate, but just shook his head slightly and left silently.

"Young Master? That money..." Han Shi felt a little distressed.

"Just a small amount of money, I will come back after spending all my money."

Su Mu waved his hand.

"That's not it."

Han Shi shook his head: "I can still wait for the New Year to kill and eat meat; I can raise a dog, and the dog can still guard the house. But if I give the money to these people, I will waste it. There is nothing, and I don't even say thank you."
To be continued...