The Quick Transmigrator of the Female Supporting Role Always Wants to Kill the Male Lead

Shang Ling raised her head to look at this person, and found that this person was a kind person, but he was too dull and boring, and his personality was easy to be used by others.

No, because he believed the stranger's words, he ended up with no bones left.

Shang Ling looked at the time, it was time for those servants to come back, the things they bought should be able to resolve some resentment.

"Come with me, I will bring some things there later, you will lead the way, I will give these things to your mother and your son, and I will arrange them to be servants in the mansion with a kind heart."

He stood up and walked towards the door. As expected, the servants bought a lot of rice, as well as clothes and bedding for the winter, but the person who bought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone has not come back yet.

"Young master, we bought back what you asked us to buy."

She is now disguised as a woman, the mask has not been bought back, and now she has an ugly face.

"You guys go to the yamen and some thugs, then go to the gate of the city, set up a tent, set up pots, do good deeds, and give these things to those who need them. If anyone robs and beats them in public, take them down and tie them up. Wait for me to come back. Let me handle it."

"Yes." Soon, they left.

Shang Ling went to a small stall nearby. The uncle who sold the sesame seed cakes was wearing very thin clothes and was shivering from the cold. The sesame seed cakes in the burden were tightly covered, and there was still some heat.

"How many more pancakes?"

"There are many more."

He opened the cover, and soon the sesame seed cakes appeared, and the color of the sesame seed cakes was not bad.

"I want all these biscuits."

Hearing this sentence, the uncle was stunned, and checked again and again whether he heard it wrong.

"Ah!? All of them?"

"Everything, how much."

He looked at the extremely ugly man in front of him in surprise, not sure if he was kidding himself.

He lowered his head and counted, there were more than 20 sesame seed cakes, and the sky was getting dark, so he had to go back.

"A biscuit costs five yuan. If you buy more, I will give you a cheaper price. These biscuits are only 80 yuan for you."

"I've got it all, pack six sesame seed cakes for me, and you can give the rest to those beggars who fainted from hunger on the road. Be careful before sending them, and don't be robbed by them."

She directly put down a tael of silver and told the man, and when the man saw the money, his hands and feet became quicker.

"Thank you benefactor, thank you benefactor... Now the New Year's goods are available."

She raised her head and looked, the white sky was a little dark, the snow fell on her shoulders, and it took a long time to melt, she felt that there was some trouble this time, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger, the porridge might not be of much use.

In the city, people enjoy plum blossoms, drink wine and have fun, while outside the city, they mourn and die.

Duoling, is this what you want to see?

According to the memory of the original owner, in order to be able to take away the golden finger of the heroine without being punished, Duo Ling did not hesitate to let innocent people suffer at the cost of natural disasters.

If she wanted to get back the golden finger of the original owner, she had to make the disaster less severe this time.

There is an old grandfather in that golden finger. That old grandfather is hard to distinguish between good and evil, and he pursues longevity. It will always be a disaster to stay.

"Benefactor, it's ready."

"Hmm." She took the bag and quickly disappeared into the street.

...

Outside the city, in the wilderness.

"Engong, the front is where my family lives."

"Just ahead, I often go to see them, but if they don't look at me, I can't help them. I can only watch them cry. Go over quickly, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on."

Shang Ling quickened her pace and soon arrived at the place the man said.

In the ruined temple, the old man was holding the child. The two were very yellow and thin, and they huddled in the corner.