"Young Marshal, I heard from Commander Zhang that he said that you used to live in a market town and life was very hard, right?" said Da Yu, looking at the refugees outside the barrier.

Instead of sending potatoes to these refugees, they walked among tens of thousands of refugees and observed the hunger conditions of these people.

At this time, the refugees were all skinny, which means that their bodies had consumed the liver glycogen in their bodies and had almost consumed fat.

Some temporary shacks have foul smells, and people inside have died when they have died, and some are covering their stomachs with unbearable pain. Either they have eaten something stiff that has damaged the stomach or have ulcers or even perforated stomachs.

Ren Xiaosu replied: "When I was in the market town of No. 113, my life was really hard, but it was not so hard. Because I had been in that environment, I learned some skills from others to find food and would not starve to death. And these barriers were in trouble at first, and they didn't have the ability to survive in the wild, so they might die suddenly before they could adapt to the environment."

Da Fu said happily: "The commander said you were very miserable at that time. He also said that he had seen you eat the steamed buns you exchanged for mining for your younger brother, and then went outside the shack to secretly chew the roots of the tree so that he would not see them."

Ren Xiaosu was also caught in memories when he heard this. At that time, he probably didn't know how to hunt, so he could only go to the coal mine with his adults, but he was young and had only enough steamed buns he earned from working.

However, he smiled and responded: "It was really hard to say that, but when I think back, I always feel that it was one of the happiest times in my past ten years."

"Does the young marshal know why Commander Zhang chose you as the candidate for the next commander?" asked Dafu with a smile.

"Why?" In fact, this is something that Ren Xiaosu has never understood.

"Because he saw many precious qualities in you, which many people don't have," Dafu did not continue to explain in detail, but it seemed that the reason was hidden in that period of time in the market town.

At this time, Ren Xiaosu saw a child hiding in the shack watching him and the big fool. He suddenly squatted at the door of the shack and looked at the child through the gaps in the curtain.

He seemed to see Yan Liuyuan when he was young again. At that time, Xiao Liuyuan had not yet become the current owner of the grassland.

Ren Xiaosu took out a few milk candies from the storage space and spread them in his palm. The child was so timid that he didn't dare to reach out to pick them up.

"Eat it," Ren Xiaosu said.

The child in the shack hurriedly grabbed the milk candy from Ren Xiaosu's hand, but he did not eat it, but hid it in his pocket of his shirt, as if he wanted to keep it for sharing with others.

Ren Xiaosu looked at the other shacks around him and said to the child: "You don't eat now. When I leave, someone will come to grab it immediately. Maybe you have the courage to protect them, but you don't have the ability to protect them yet. Eat them."

After hearing Ren Xiaosu's words, the child thought about it, and then peeled off seven or eight milk candies and stuffed them into his mouth in one breath.

Ren Xiaosu smiled: "Smart."

At this time, many refugees had already looked at him and Dayou, wanting to surround him and beg for food, but they were afraid to move forward.

Ren Xiaosu did not go to distribute potatoes to these people, but immediately raised a bonfire on the spot and threw a few potatoes into the fire and roasted them.

He and Dashi were sitting calmly by the bonfire, with more and more refugees surrounding him, and they were swallowing while watching the bonfire.

More than twenty minutes later, Ren Xiaosu used a black knife to lift the potatoes out of the bonfire. He did not hide his extraordinary identity at all, which made the refugees fear and awe.

"I think you are all very hungry, please divide these potatoes," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.

Hearing this, the refugees rushed up.

The potatoes are hot, but these refugees are unwilling to let go even if they endure the pain of being scalded.

There were probably hundreds of refugees around, but there were only six or seven potatoes, which was not enough to divide them.

The moment the first refugee broke the potatoes apart, the fragrance suddenly spread across the crowd, and everyone was in a crazy fight.

Soon, the potatoes were robbed, and many refugees became blue and swollen while fighting for potatoes. They looked at Ren Xiaosu and seemed to be silently asking: Is there any more?

Ren Xiaosu looked at them silently. Of course, there were many potatoes. For this trip, he even put the potatoes in half a storage space.

But Ren Xiaosu spread his hands and said, "No more, there are only so many potatoes."

Everyone looked disappointed, but no one dared to question anything. Suddenly, a man pushed the crowd away and walked out, pointing a pistol at Ren Xiaosu: "You must have other food on you, hand it over, otherwise you can't stop the bullet even if you are an extraordinary person."

If it were normal times, even if an ordinary person had a gun in his hand, he might not dare to threaten the extraordinary person like this, but this man was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

Seeing that Ren Xiaosu was still moving, the man raised his voice: "Didn't you hear what I said?! Take out your pocket and let me see what else is inside! Are there any compressed biscuits and chocolates? Candy is OK. I just saw you give that kid milk candy!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the big fool beside Ren Xiaosu suddenly jumped up like a cheetah. The man only felt his eyes blurred, and the gun in his hand was taken into his hand by the big fool.

Dayou sat back to the campfire while playing with his pistol, then shook his wrist and the guns in his hand were scattered into a pile of parts.

Ren Xiaosu glanced at it and found that there were no bullets in the pistol. It seemed that it had been used up on the way to escape. The man held it in his hand and was just pretending to scare people.

Someone next to him muttered: "It turns out that there are no bullets in his gun. See if he dares to steal other people's things in the future!"

"Damn, I've really had enough of him these days. Since he has no guns anymore..."

Seeing that the refugees around him had bad eyes, the man turned around and ran out of the crowd, and never dared to stay for a long time.

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "Is there any such evil people nearby? I can help you revenge your revenge."

The northwest is indeed short of population and labor, but Ren Xiaosu has no good feelings for such players who bully the weak and fear the strong in the refugee team. Such people are not worthy of Daxing the northwest, so it is better to clean them out now.

The refugee replied: "It's gone, he's the only one nearby."

Ren Xiaosu nodded: "That's good."

A refugee whispered: "Do you still have potatoes? My child has been hungry for three days. Please give him a bite. You are a good person at first glance. If I hadn't been for the sake of my child, I wouldn't have spoken for you. Please."
Chapter completed!