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Before dawn, Liu Shuangli woke up.

Rubbing his eyes and looking at the morning light in the east, Liu Shuangli smiled habitually.

Turning over and sitting up, he first stretched his waist, patted the dust off his body, carefully combed his clothes, and then combed his loose hair. When everything was in order, I saw that the boy was still sleeping very well, and it was difficult to wake up. Liu Shuangli could only have nothing to do, staring at the firewood that had already burned out.

After a long time, Qin Siyang woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze, looked around unconsciously, and suddenly thought that he was sleeping on a tree, and habitually reached out to grab the branches, and then untie the rope that held him in place.

But the boy raised his hand and searched in the air for a long time, but he couldn't find a branch. The expression on his face became even more confused.

'Flutter' sound, it was Liu Shuangli's laughter. She grabbed a bun from her bag and stuffed it into Qin Siyang's hand, which was still scratching in the air.

Qin Siyang suddenly felt that there was something soft in his hand, he was stunned, his hand was not steady, and the bun fell to the ground.

"Hey, be careful!" Liu Shuangli hurriedly picked up the bun that fell on the ground and said angrily, "This is the last bun, if you lose it, you won't have to eat it." ”

"Buns?" Qin Siyang shook his body, stared at Liu Shuangli for a long moment, reached out and touched his waist, there was no fixed rope, he realized that they hadn't slept on the big tree this night. Looking around, the yellow mud and weeds in front of me are desolate.

The sun had fully risen, but it was mostly hidden behind thick clouds.

The two children simply ate the buns, and carefully groomed and put on makeup, and saw that there was no problem, that is, they packed up the package, got up and walked to the city.

After entering the city from the west gate, the two children began to circle around the small city again to find trouble.

But this small town is really full of people and few things, no matter where to recruit people, even if it is just a coolie carrying a sack and running a foot, there are dozens of people to rob it, and their two and a half old children, where can they rob these angry people!

The two children wandered around the city all morning, and they were so tired that their feet were so sore that they could take a single step, and they could not find anything to do, let alone a place to stay.

Are they going to sleep on that grassy slope tonight?

At noon, in order to save money, Liu Shuangli only bought a bun and shared it with Qin Siyang to fill his stomach.

With something in his stomach, Liu Shuangli trembled again, and he was not so tired. So he picked up the boy and continued to look for something. It was Qin Siyang, who was upset, and people began to get discouraged.

Holding the depressed boy, when the sun slipped to the horizon of the west world only half a foot high, Liu Shuangli came to the east city gate.

Because the east city gate is the main city gate of Peizhou, it is much cleaner and tidier than other places.

Liu Shuangli looked at the edge of the city gate and saw that there were only a few stalls selling groceries. Looking closely, a stall that writes letters on behalf of others attracted her attention.

Liu Shuangli looked at the letter writing stall and saw that it was just a simple small table made of thin wooden strips, and there was only pen and ink and a small stack of coarse linen paper on the table. She couldn't help but think in her heart, she would write letters, and since she could make a living, she might as well come and watch it? There was only one question, would those who didn't know how to read believe what she wrote?

Hey, there are a lot of problems when you have to find something to do.

Liu Shuangli stared at the writing stall for a long time, so long that even the old gentleman who set up the stall noticed her and smiled at her kindly.

The old gentleman who set up a stall to write letters on behalf of him looked like he was past his sixtieth year. My eyes are a little dizzy, and my hand holding the pen is a little difficult, and it takes a lot of time to watch every word I write down.

Liu Shuangli took Qin Siyang's hand and stood and watched for a while, seeing that there was not much business on the old gentleman's stall, he was a little bored and wanted to turn around and leave. At this time, I saw two stout men in their thirties, walking all the way from the city to this writing stall, and they asked the old gentleman to write something.

The two children stood far away and couldn't hear what the two men were saying. Just saw the two men muttering a lot, the old gentleman listened and nodded again and again, and finally took the ink cartridge and studied the ink, then picked up the pen, straightened the hemp paper, and was stunned for a while, only then it was very difficult to pick up the pen in his hand, and write one by one.

The old gentleman may be too old, and every time the pen in his hand falls, it takes a lot of time.

Obviously, the two men were both anxious people, and the old gentleman's slow movements made them impatient, and they watched the old gentleman's face get darker and darker.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the two men saw that the white paper in the old gentleman's hand had not yet written a few words, and they became more and more angry. The stout one of the two couldn't help it first, and rushed forward in a few steps and yelled at the old gentleman: "Old man Chen, can't you write quickly, our brothers are not idlers, and we don't have so much effort to grind with you here!"

The writing stall is just a wooden shelf simply supported by small wooden strips, how can it withstand such a heavy blow from the man, and in an instant, it will 'bang', the shelf will fall apart, and the paper and ink on the stall will be sprinkled on the ground.

As soon as the shelves dispersed, the old gentleman who set up the stall was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to react, and he eagerly leaned down to pick up the paper and pen scattered all over the ground.

When the stout man saw that the stall was broken up by himself, his face was not only unapologetic, but even more annoyed, and he scolded angrily: "His grandmother's, what kind of mess is this, so unfilmed." ”

After scolding, the man turned angrily to his brother. The other, shorter man, didn't say much, frowned at his reckless brother, and turned to leave.

Seeing all this, Liu Shuangli, who has always been warm-hearted, couldn't help it again. She rushed forward with an arrow step, blocked in front of the two men, raised her small head, stared at her big eyes, and shouted: "You two are so shameless, just ask someone to write without giving money, and you want to run away if you break someone's stall." ”

The two men were stunned by Liu Shuang's departure, and when they saw that what was in front of them was just an eleven or twelve-year-old child, they couldn't help laughing. The stout man also pointed at Liu Shuangli while laughing, and said: "Where did you hit the little thing, you dare to shout in front of the uncle, I'm not afraid that the uncle will abolish you with one finger." ”

"You are unreasonable and scolding, which family are you a wild man who taught you. Liu Shuangli scolded back unconvinced.

"You-" The stout man's face changed suddenly when he heard that this kid dared to scold him like this, and shouted, "Good boy, you dare to shout at Uncle Ben, you have a kind!"

"You are the one who did the wrong thing, and you are quite unreasonable when you are wrong, who is the seed?"

"You-" The stout man is a villain who can only scold his mother, and he doesn't learn anything, when will he talk about reasoning, and he was pushed back by Liu Shuangli, and his heart immediately became angry.

In a fit of rage, the stout man didn't say much, shouted, and rushed forward to punch Liu Shuangli hard. But what the man didn't expect was that the little kid in front of him, who looked weak and powerless, smiled casually at his heavy punch, tilted his body lightly to the right, and dodged his fist in the blink of an eye.