Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Two or three days passed.

Shen Ningning returned to the village to check the repair status of the village houses.

As soon as I entered the village, I heard a call from behind: "Miss Shen, please stay!"

When she turned around, she saw a guard riding a horse with two young men.

The little guy recognized him. He was the person brought by the previous county magistrate's grandfather.

"Brother guard." Shen Ningning blinked her big eyes and stood there obediently saying hello.

The guard smiled and got off his horse, taking a heavy package from the boy's hand.

"Miss Shen, our county magistrate knows that you will be going to a private school in a few days, so he specially prepared some pen and paper books for you."

As he spoke, he opened the package in front of him.

Fine brushes and inkstones, as well as two enlightenment books.

As well as a bag of broken silver and a fifty-tael silver note.

At the bottom, there are two small skirts that can be changed.

Shen Ningning's heart felt hot: "Thank you, Grandpa County Magistrate, for me!"

Grandpa Fu is so kind, he has thought so much for her.

Afraid that she would not be able to afford the brush, I sent someone to deliver it to her in advance.

The guard smiled warmly and said, "Miss Shen, you're welcome. Our master said that you are his savior and you can't take too much care of him."

"Now that the things have been delivered, I'll go back and resume my duties first. Miss Shen, take your leave."

After saying that, he got on his horse and Shen Ningning waved before he rode away.

The Black Wolf King stepped forward and consciously took the package in his mouth.

Shen Ningning rubbed its ears with her small hands: "Wolfwolf, I can't wait to go home and read a book!"

But we still have to give food to the uncles and aunts who are repairing the village houses first.

She walked towards the village house with her little feet.

However, I heard crying sounds coming from my yard.

"Liu Zhun! You bastard, I have been married to you for so many years, when have you ever experienced happiness?"

"The harvest has not been good these years, and I and my children are hungry with you! We have no complaints."

"Now that you finally got a few bags of rice and noodles, you actually gave them to others. The child was so hungry that he complained of stomachache. Why are you so cruel!"

It was the voice of Uncle Liu's wife, Aunt Liu.

Shen Ningning opened the door: "What's wrong?"

The villagers who had originally gathered around the Liu family to persuade him and his wife immediately gathered around the little guy when they saw him.

They talked all over the place.

Shen Ningning only understood roughly.

The food she gave to the Liu family was taken and distributed by Uncle Liu to a crazy scholar in the village.

Sister-in-law Liu threw herself in front of the little guy, crying and shouting: "Ning Ning, we can't do this job anymore, we won't do it anymore."

More than half of the village house has been repaired and will be built soon.

Why do you say you won’t do it if you don’t want to do it?

Shen Ningning's voice was clear: "Aunt Liu, don't be anxious. If you have anything to discuss, please discuss it carefully."

Sister-in-law Liu wiped her tears: "What's the use of working so hard under the scorching sun? He gave all our things to others."

"He doesn't care if his children don't have enough to eat. That crazy scholar is not a relative, but he is generous in giving alms!"

Uncle Liu, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

His voice was very dull: "He is very poor. If he doesn't eat, he will die."

"What does it have to do with us!" Sister-in-law Liu cried and scolded: "Your own son will starve to death!"

Shen Ningning immediately asked the wolves to put down the baggage they had brought.

"My grandma made fresh meat buns today. Aunt Liu, your child is very hungry. You can take ten of them back this time to fill your stomach first."

As soon as Sister-in-law Liu heard this, she stopped crying.

She received ten steamed buns, two bowls of millet porridge, and three fruits.

Uncle Liu immediately said: "Take so much, you two can't eat it, don't waste it!"

Sister-in-law Liu said angrily: "Save it and eat it tomorrow!"

After that, she thanked Shen Ningning and walked away quickly.

Uncle Liu felt sorry and said sorry to Shen Ningning when he came up.

The little guy has a round face and a cute smile.

"Uncle Liu, don't be polite to me. You worked hard to help me repair the house without complaining from morning to night. I should thank you."

Just when it was time to eat, Shen Ningning waved with her little hand and asked everyone to go and eat.

Her grandma’s craftsmanship is good, and the fresh meat buns have thin skin and thick meat fillings!

One bite, and it's sizzling and oily!

Taking advantage of the break, Shen Ningning asked Uncle Liu what happened.

The crazy scholar suddenly appeared in Xiangyun Village six years ago.

Everyone said he was a lunatic because he only knew how to read.

Once I saw him fall into the river, half of his body was submerged in the water, and he was still reading while holding up the book.

He has no relatives and does not usually interact with people in the village.

When you are hungry, go up the mountain and pick some grass roots to eat.

Uncle Liu is a warm-hearted man, and the two families live close to each other, so he took care of her several times.

"Last time I saw that he was hungry and fainted, so I gave him rice and noodles. I didn't expect your aunt to find out and quarrel with me because of this." Uncle Liu sighed.

After Shen Ningning understood clearly, she blinked her long and thick eyelashes.

She said with a smile: "Then let me go and take a look. I can solve the problem of opening your mouth too much. Uncle Liu, please tell Aunt Liu that there is no need to be angry about this."

Uncle Liu rubbed his hands and felt very guilty: "I'm sorry, Ning Ning, for causing you trouble."

Uncle Liu was exposed to the sun every day while repairing her house, and his skin was chapped.

Shen Ningning decided to resolve this conflict for him and his wife.

She took the Black Wolf King directly to the mad scholar's house.

When I opened the door, the yard was filled with dust.

The Black Wolf King choked and sneezed.

Shen Ningning walked outside the house and knocked on the door. Unexpectedly, the door was not locked at all!

One push and it opens.

Looking into the room, all I can see is books.

Compared to the dust on the ground in the yard, all the crazy scholar's books were polished to a bright shine.

Shen Ningning poked her little head in to check.

She saw a thin young man, about twenty-five years old, with his back to her, writing furiously in front of the table.

As he wrote, he muttered anxiously: "I can't write it anymore, I can't write it anymore!"

Shen Ningning asked several times: "Can I come in?"

He didn't even hear it.

The little guy lifted up his skirt, kicked off his little feet, and jumped in silently.

Avoiding the books randomly placed on the floor.

She looked around the entire room, which was a sea of ​​books.

Compared with the study room in the ancient house in the mountains, it is comparable and has the same number of books.

Shen Ningning looked down.

The small bag of flour that Uncle Liu gave to the crazy scholar was actually used by him to pad the legs of a table just for practicing calligraphy!

What a crazy scholar...

Shen Ningning stood on tiptoe and watched him scribbling on the paper.

The brush in his hand had already exploded and could no longer hold any ink.

The little guy thought for a while, then opened the package and handed over the writing brush given to her by the county magistrate's grandfather.

"Your writing brush is broken, so of course you can't write. Use mine."

When the crazy scholar saw the new brush, he was suddenly overjoyed and took it directly.

Open the pen sharply, dip it in thick ink, and swipe wildly.

"Today I am in a secluded room, and tomorrow I will go to the dragon platform to be wild and wild!" The mad scholar left such a string of poems eloquently.

Shen Ningning didn't know what he meant, but she felt it was so powerful that she couldn't help but applaud him.

"Awesome! Excellent work!"

The mad scholar finally recovered from his mad state.

He turned his head and looked at Little Douding next to him.

"Is this writing brush yours?"