My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 65. Vegetable People Market Vegetable People Market

Chapter 64. Vegetable Market Vegetable Market

Cheng Songer was suddenly startled, thinking that she had been discovered by the refugees. She immediately looked down at her feet with the sharp knife in her waist, and her guarded heart relaxed instantly.

It turned out that it wasn't refugees, but a skinny little boy who was starving. He held onto Cheng Songer's ankle with both hands, looking up at her. His small face, the size of a palm, was so thin that only a thin layer of skin remained. His dark, shiny eyes stood out frighteningly due to hunger.

"What are you doing, little boy?" The little boy tugged at her pants leg, his voice weak and breathless. "Sister. . . please, buy me."

Cheng Songer was shaken. "Buy you?" She looked around. By now, there were a few scattered pedestrians nearby. Afraid of getting into trouble, she said, "Little boy, I don't have any money on me."

The little boy shook his head, tears rolling down his pitch-black eyes. "Sister, I don't want money. I just want a little bit of food, just a little bit. . . Otherwise, my father will sell himself to the Vegetable Market."

"Vegetable Market? What is the Vegetable Market?" She had only heard of the vegetable market, but the Vegetable Market was the first time she had heard of it.

The little boy glanced at her and said a sentence that made her shudder: "The vegetable market is the market for vegetable people. My father is a vegetable person. He doesn't want to see our whole family starve to death, so he wants to sell himself to the butcher in exchange for some food. . . He will be made into human meat dumplings and sold to the people in the city. . ."

The little boy cried and grabbed her, pleading, "Sister, I'll sell myself to you. Can you please save my father?"

Cheng Songer felt nauseous and her stomach churned. Acidic gastric juice surged up her throat. She only wanted to protect herself, but when she thought about this child's father being chopped into meat filling and made into dumplings to be eaten, she couldn't help but feel compassion.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any extra food on her, so she could only give him the Guanyin soil she had brought for disguise. "I am also a refugee from another place. I really don't have any extra food. Take this and give it to your father. It should last for a while. Don't sell yourself."

The little boy continued to cry and kowtowed to her.

Cheng Songer endured the accumulated discomfort in her chest and left.

On the way back, she touched the gold ingot in her pocket and felt no joy.

The cruel world forced people to this point. If she hadn't prepared food in advance, would she have fallen into such a state?

Around seven o'clock, she returned home and before she could enter, she saw Cheng Qingzhi running out to greet her.

"Didn't I tell you not to come out casually? Do you know how dangerous it is outside?" After the incident with the little boy, Cheng Songer had a renewed understanding of the cruelty of the world, so she was particularly nervous about Cheng Qingzhi.

She quickly pulled Cheng Qingzhi into the house.

In an environment where everyone had to protect themselves, he was like a lamb walking alone. Once someone had ill intentions, he had no resistance.

"I didn't come out casually. I knew it was you who came back," Cheng Qingzhi sat by the bed, holding her hand gently.

"Nonsense," Cheng Songer looked at the closed doors and windows. "You didn't even open the window to see me, how did you know it was me?"