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When Second Master Mu distributed the buns to his two sons without hesitating, Third Master Mu on the side turned red-eyed because of greed.
“My good second brother, give me one too, my limbs are weak and my heartbeat is racing, I am feeling sick because of starvation. We are good brothers and direct relatives, you don’t want to see me fall, right?!”
Third Master Mu’s skin was thick enough.
The eldest son of the big room, Mu Zi Feng, swallowed. He was already very hungry and angry, and there was only one thought in his mind, to have a good meal quickly.
“Second uncle, give me one bun, I am the eldest grandson of the Mu family, more honorable than anyone else…”
Among the juniors, he is the oldest, and already married. He also has a son and a daughter. His daughter is the little girl who Mu Wan Qing gave half a bun.
But now, there is no such thing as the eldest grandson and noblest person in the Mu family.
Hearing Mu family members’ words, Second Master Mu hesitated. He was brainwashed since he was a child, and he was deeply educated to be humble and sacrifice for the family.
Mu Wan Qing is not used to these people, “Hey, our life was never too easy. I didn’t dare to argue with other children from the Mu family since I was a child, and I was always scolded for eating a few more pieces of meat…”
“We used to only have a small kitchen to cook, and the ingredients we got were the worst. We have to make your own clothes, and have to repair the broken furniture yourself.”
“We are obviously a child of the Mu family, but our life is not as good as that of the common people.”
The second room has suffered a lot for that small kitchen.
“The grandson of the eldest family is different. If you want to eat delicious food from the mountains and seas every day, you can eat. If he finds the meat boring, he can throw it to the dog but not to his cousins…”
Hearing this, Mu Ziang hurriedly grabbed the bun and took a big bite. It was really fragrant.
“Dad, big brother, eat quickly.”
Those people didn’t give him meat earlier, so he doesn’t want to give them meat buns now, there’s nothing wrong with it.
Second Master Mu and his elder son also started eating the bun under great pressure.
Seeing this, Third Master Mu was furious. How dare they treat him like this?!
Good things should belong to him, why should the second son’s family fight with him?!
A concubine son born to a maid, bah.
Third Master Mu was furious, he jumped up and rushed towards Second Master Mu without thinking.
Seeing this, everyone rushed to get a share, the scene was quite chaotic, Second Master Mu was already trampled several times.
In the dark prison, the dark side of human nature was infinitely magnified, showing the ugliest side.
What kind of tolerance, what kind of virtuousness, who are you pretending to see at this time?!
They only have one purpose, to live well, even if they step on the bones of others, they don’t care.
Seeing Father Mu getting beaten up, Qian Shi couldn’t help but be in a hurry, Mu Wan Qing frowned and shouted loudly, “Master messenger, my third uncle is going to rebel…”
A stick was swung over, and Third Master Mu was caught off guard, screaming in pain.
“It’s not me, I didn’t fight, stop hitting me.”
The stick flew to others again, and wherever it went, the person would kneel down and beg for mercy.
Brother Mu Ziang quickly stepped forward to help his father up.
Second Master Mu’s clothes were torn, and his hair was scattered. His eyes were full of annoyance and sadness, “I only tasted my meat buns.”
The buns had been robbed and quickly divided by several people and had already entered their stomachs.
Everything that happened there was reported. Wu Dong Ming couldn’t help laughing after listening to the jailer’s report.
Having a scheming, a means, a benevolent heart, and a clear distinction between right and wrong, this girl is not bad.
“From now on, give her six meat buns for every meal.”
“Yes.” The jailer didn’t understand, “Just the meat buns?”
“Enough.” Wu Dong Ming’s words were meaningful.
At the next meal, Mu Wan Qing ate the fragrant meat buns again. She took a bite and her mouth was full of meat filling. She was feeling so satisfied that she wanted to cry.
“Why is it that she is the only one who has it and we don’t?! This is unfair.”
“Not Fair? Talk about fairness to me?!” The jailer swung the stick and asked.
There were six meat buns and each member of the Second Mu family got one and the remaining one was left for Mu Wan Qing.
One meat bun was barely enough to fill Mu Wan Qing’s stomach. The remaining one would be shared with others depending on the situation.
Either a well-behaved child, a sick girl, or someone who pleases her.
It is not the scarcity that is worrying, but the inequality. It is not the poverty that is worrying, but the insecurity.