He's a little lazy and a little lazy, a little clever and cute, and he's scary when he plays tricks.

Zheng En thought that there was a master behind him, and he didn't turn his head back, and brushed his back hand along the placket of his clothes, but touched a pair of warm little hands.

Zheng En turned around and saw that it was Xiao Cong'er holding the hem of his shirt with both hands, and was stunned for a moment: "You-is there anything else you haven't said?"

"Yes!" Xiao Cong'er had tears in his eyes: "Did you really just walk away?"

The lazy worm couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out in annoyance: "Didn't you drive us away? Why are you holding us back? Do you want to work for you in turn, and be your servant to pay off your debts?"

Cong'er ignored him, put down his shirt, and grabbed one of Zheng En's hands with both hands.

Zheng En worked in an oil mill all the year round, and later practiced martial arts in the mountains, not to mention that he had touched a woman over the years, even if he had seen it, it was as rare as a white-headed sparrow. Now that he is being pulled by Xiao Cong'er's hands, he only feels numb like an electric shock, and his mind is blank.

He subconsciously wanted to break free of Cong'er's hand, but the arm that picked up the fifty-pound oil hammer like a feather duster was so soft that he lost a little strength, and he dragged it twice in vain, which made Xiao Cong'er stumble forward again.

Zheng Eun was so embarrassed that a cold sweat broke out on his head.

Although Xiao Cong'er saw that the two were homeless poor men, because she didn't know if the two of them had any other purpose for helping her mother and son, she was afraid that she would get out of the wolf's claws and enter the tiger's mouth, so she deliberately unreasonable and brutal, exploring the details, wanting to let the sore break out of the head and pus as soon as possible, so as not to be afraid and unable to sleep at night. Now seeing that the two not only did not have a seizure, but also left when the arrangements were made, they knew that they were really chivalrous and helped each other, without any other conditions.

The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring, not to mention such a great grace of life and death? The gratitude in Xiao Cong'er's heart suddenly gushed out, and he stepped forward desperately to grab Zheng En, who was about to leave.

Xiao Cong'er held Zheng En's hand tightly, and asked with a pendant: "You paid off my debts for me, do you really not let us pay you back?"

"Let you pay it back, how can you pay it back? You three broken houses let us carry away, we are still too heavy! You have money to pay off your debts, how can you escape to the mountains to pretend to be a ghost? You are a fool of us two hundred and five, really treat you as a rich sister with a lot of money, and want to blackmail you for a lot of money? We are just seeing the road uneven, and we are pulling out our fists to help, this is righteousness and courage! Do you understand? cough, let you pay off the debt and be our girl, but find a reason to block the mouth of that bastard, it is just a joke at all! You are really rare for us to be a foolish girl, stupid girl? Look at you like that, your little mouth is pouting, your eyes are staring, your face is as if you owe you two liters of black beans and you haven't paid it back, you look like a person who can't boil water, can't cook well, rolls noodles like a mallet, steamed buns are so hard that they kill dogs, make pants and sew a leg, make cloth shirts and sew a sleeve less stupid girl, let you wait, and I'm angry-" The lazy worm made up for the dignity of the master he lost in front of Xiao Cong'er along the way, and ridiculed and derogatory loudly.

"I'm messing around with you, why aren't you annoyed, angry, or angry?" Xiao Cong'er still ignored the lazy worm, looked at Zheng En excitedly and asked.

"What's the anger?" Zheng Eun was puzzled.

"I want to pay the bills?"

"What's the account?"

"You work for me to pay the bill!"

"Nosy is our own volition, we can't get used to Lu Xing's actions, and you didn't invite us, what does it have to do with you? How can we be considered to be repaying our debts? Besides, we are wandering around, worrying about having no place to eat and live, and working in debt is just killing two birds with one stone. It doesn't matter what debts you have, you work and eat everywhere, and you don't give up anything!"

Zheng En said very plainly, but Xiao Cong'er's heart was like a huge wave: "Do nothing, just for the peace of conscience; it is difficult to cover your body in rags, but you don't take the huge amount of four hundred taels of silver to heart; it is obviously a trap for Lu Xing's life, but he himself takes the initiative to drill into the trap - is there such a fool in the world?"

Xiao Cong'er looked at Zheng En steadily, her pale face seemed to be illuminated by two strings of crystal tears gushing out, and the gloom of worry gradually disappeared, replaced by a light of joy. Her small lips throbbed slightly, and her hands tightly grasped Zheng En's neck, as if she was afraid of suddenly flying away, and her slender fingers were almost pinching into the flesh.

"Since you won't let me go, then you have to take care of the food!Cook, cook, I'm starving!" Seeing Xiao Cong'er holding Zheng En's hand for a long time, the lazy worm jumped to his feet and screamed with jealousy.

Cong'er's mother sat on the chair of the lazy worm, ran to the neighbor's house to borrow rice and noodles, and together with the wild things brought back from the mountains, she made a few bowls of vegetables.

After dinner, Xiao Cong'er's mother and daughter turned out Cong'er's father's old clothes in the rotten box in the corner, and they were not rotten, so they asked Zheng En and the lazy worm about each other, and cut and sewed them, and changed a set of clothes for Zheng En and the lazy worm.

Cong'er found her father with a pair of old shoes and asked Zheng En to take off the hemp shoes on his feet that were so rotten that he could no longer wear them, and try to see if they fit. Seeing that Zheng Eun had a bruise on his foot, he found a clean rag, put Zheng Eun's foot on his leg, wiped it with a towel, smeared it with pot soot, and bandaged it.

When the lazy worm saw it, he also cried out that there was a wound on his foot. Cong'er took the lamp and shone it, and saw that there were only a few slightly broken skins on his legs, so he scolded him for screaming, and turned around to ask Zheng En to change his shoes.

She said that Zheng En's feet were dirty, and she boiled water for Zheng En to wash his feet; when the water was boiled, she said that Zheng En had wounds on his feet and could not be washed; Zheng En did not wash them, and she said that not washing them was not good for the injury, and that washing and rubbing them would promote blood circulation, and it was so good that they were good; Zheng En went to wash and rub them herself, and she said that you are clumsy and don't know how to massage—as a result, she asked and answered herself, and turned around a few times, or she had to do it herself.

She sat on a small stool, holding Zheng En's feet on her lap, pinching the towel with her little hands, gently rubbing it with water, even the ash between her toes, breaking one toe after another, like a noble lady grooming her fingers, gently and carefully wiping it.

She washed the instep of her feet, but she hesitated to wash the soles of her feet, and said softly: "Rubbing the soles of your feet will itch!"

Zheng En said: "You just wash it, the calluses under my feet are thick, and I am not afraid of itching!"

"Let me try!" Xiao Cong'er said, and gently scratched the soles of Zheng En's feet with his fingers. Zheng En couldn't hold back his "hehe" and laughed.

Xiao Cong'er scratched again, and Zheng En laughed again.

Faced with this warm scene, the lazy worm felt like a bowl of vinegar in his heart, sour and uncomfortable.

Xiao Cong'er also brought him water to wash his feet, but he sat and didn't wash it.

Xiao Cong'er urged: "Little lazy worm, what are you doing sitting still? Why don't you wash your feet? The water will be cold for a while!"

The lazy pouted and ignored her.

Cong'er didn't understand what was going on, and urged him loudly: "Little lazy worm, what are you staying?

"My name is Huang Mao, and the lazy worm is a nickname given by the master, is that your name?" The lazy worm couldn't propose to let Xiao Cong'er also wash his feet, so he could only find fault with him.

"Okay, it's called Little Yellow Hair. Little Yellow Hair, wash your feet!"

"Am I young, I'm almost thirteen!"

"Then it's called Big Yellow Hair, okay!" Xiao Cong'er laughed and teased him.

"Yellow hair is yellow hair, why add the word 'big' to me? Doesn't adding the word 'big' still mean that people are children?" The lazy insect was even more annoyed.

"Okay, it's called Huang Mao! Yellow Mao and Huang Mao, not big or small; nicknamed lazy worm, actually industrious, hurry up and wash your feet, and go to bed obediently!" Xiao Cong'er laughed and coaxed him like a big sister to a naughty little brother.

Seeing that Cong'er didn't understand that he also wanted to enjoy special treatment, the lazy worm only coaxed him as a child, so angry that his neck stretched out, and suddenly his mouth and eyes were crooked, and his hands and feet twitched.

If you want to know what will happen next, please see the next episode: Warmth is like medicine.