After a few days, Qin Hanzhen still had a deep impression of that young man, and what he remembered most clearly was his eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the young man looked up at her, and his eyes were still deep, without sorrow or joy. Somehow, Qin Hanzhen always felt that he couldn't look away, so he just stared at him, and his mind went blank.

Perhaps it was her exclamation that attracted the attention of the others in the private room, and Hu Yong walked over: "Sister Sang, what's wrong?"

Qin Hanzhen subconsciously looked back at Hu Yong: "No...... It's nothing. But when she turned her head to look back, the back alley downstairs was empty. Not to mention the young man, even the person who was punched by him disappeared.

Qin Hanzhen blinked, thinking that he was dazzled. However, what she saw clearly with her eyes was not an illusion. Where the hell did those two people go?

If she is not mistaken, the young man is tall and thin, but he should be very young, not a few years older than herself, it is estimated that he is eleven or twelve years old. The person he hit was the height of an adult, and he looked quite strong, and it was surprising enough that he would be easily restrained by the boy and punched him. Seeing him disappear so quickly now proves that the young man has the ability to completely suppress him, otherwise it would be impossible to easily drag such a big man into the back alley quickly.

What the hell is that young man? so skilled...... But since he was so good behind him, how could he be shackled when he entered the city that day? Remember that the carriage had a lantern with the word "Wen" hanging on the eaves, and it was the family of the man surnamed Wen?

Qin Han's true thoughts were racing, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Hu Yong still had a smile on his face: "Since it's nothing, why did my sister just scream?"

Qin Hanzhen retracted his thoughts and thought for a while before saying, "I saw someone fighting in the back alley just now, but the two of them left quickly. It's the first time I've seen people fighting, so I'm taken aback. ”

Hu Yong said with a smile: "What's so unusual about fighting? There are garrisons in Datong City, and there are many people with strong blood, and there are two fights in three days. Sister should have seen it in Mizhi's house, why did she feel surprised?" he hugged Qin Hanzhen and got off the ground, "Sister, be careful, don't fall." ”

Qin Hanzhen thanked him and returned to the table and sat down. Old Mr. Qin said with a smile: "When you see someone fighting, just take a look, you can walk away as soon as possible, it's better to stay away, don't pay too much attention to it, and don't scream." If you startle the other party, if you have a bad temper, it is easy to get into trouble. Our family is not familiar with Datong, although your second uncle is here, you still have to be cautious in everything. ”

Qin Hanzhen agreed, and played with Brother Zi'er with the gadgets he had just bought. Sugar people, windmills or something, although not rare, but there is something interesting to look at, and it is different from what she has seen in modern times.

The sister and brother were playing, and the second child of the restaurant brought a fruit plate. Hu Yong picked a few things and sent them to Mr. Qin and the two little masters, and complained: "I just asked Brother Hun to ask for hot water, why haven't you returned for half a day?"

Mr. Qin is not used to eating tea outside, so he brought his own tea and tea set when he went out today, and when he arrived in the restaurant, he asked Brother Hun to ask for hot water and make tea by himself. But Brother Hun went for a long time and didn't come back, so Hu Yong was a little impatient. He was afraid that Brother Hun would be delayed because of something, so he simply went downstairs to look for it, and after looking around, he couldn't find anyone, so he had to ask for hot water and come back by himself, and made tea for the three grandchildren of Mr. Qin.

Hu Yong was a little dissatisfied that Brother Hun never returned, and he didn't know if it was a mistake. Mr. Qin smiled and said: "Brother Hun, this kid, Su Ri still knows how to be measured, and he won't be greedy for fun, and he hasn't returned yet, so there must be his reasons." After a while, you go to Xiao Er to inquire and see if anyone knows where he went, and find someone back. Don't be angry, look, Xiao Er has sent noodles over. ”

Although the ancestors and grandchildren of the Qin family came to the restaurant, there were no fresh melons and vegetables at this time, the two children were still in the filial piety period, and it was not good to eat meat, and Mr. Qin was not good at big fish and meat, so he casually ordered a few kinds of noodles and side dishes, and only called a plate of donkey meat and a plate of smoked chicken for Hu Yong and Brother Hun, and let them set up a small table in the private room to eat, that is.

Qin Hanzhen heard that the soup noodles were fragrant, and he couldn't help but move his index finger. The pasta in the north is indeed somewhat unique. She has eaten a lot of rice fat, but Datong's noodles have a different flavor. She and Brother Zi'er shared a bowl of knife-cut noodles, a bowl of noodles, a plate of vegetarian dumplings, and some tofu skin and cold noodles, and they were already full. The two of them drank tea in small sips, looking at the whole plate of fragrant yellow cakes in front of them, they really couldn't eat it, and they were a little depressed.

Brother Zi'er whispered to Qin Hanzhen: "There is a shop selling yellow cakes in the street of our house, which is the best." Qin Hanzhen understood: "Ming'er asked someone to buy it." Let's eat it at home, and ask my grandmother to try it too. Brother Zi'er suddenly smiled and bent his eyes.

Hu Yong looked funny, and said: "I have also been to that shop, and the yellow cakes made are indeed the same, and the business is excellent." Let's just buy some when we go back. I heard that Brother Zi'er also likes to eat this on weekdays, but it's just that the second ......" he paused, "It's just that Brother Zi'er's mother doesn't allow him to eat more." ”

Brother Zi'er shrunk his neck and whispered, "My mother said that this is all food from poor families, and I am not allowed to touch it...... but that yellow cake is really delicious......

Mr. Qin smiled: "This yellow cake is made of yellow rice noodles, right? Yellow rice is sweet in taste, slightly cold in nature, and has the effect of benefiting yin and lungs." Brother Zi'er is weak, so it's appropriate to eat this, just don't eat too much. Eating has always been only suitable for what is not suitable for eating, where is the distinction between the poor and the rich? Is it true that the rich don't eat rice? Or can't the poor eat meat? It's ridiculous and absurd. ”

He turned to Brother Zi'er and said, "You will study with your grandfather in the future, and you will learn these things slowly." The merits of your own judgment are that you don't have to follow the teachings of your elders in everything. You are a man, and you should have your own opinions. ”

Although Brother Zi'er didn't understand much, he still nodded solemnly: "Yes, grandfather." ”

Qin Hanzhen watched the interaction between their ancestors and grandchildren with a smile, and suddenly heard the door open, but it was Brother Hun who came back.

Brother Hun looked distracted, and he didn't carry hot water in his hands. As soon as Hu Yong saw it, he stepped forward and snapped his head: "Where did you go, this kid? Tell you to ask for hot water, now the lord and sister and brother have even finished lunch, and you just came back, could it be that you ran to the edge of the sky?"

Brother Hun looked at Hu Yong in a daze, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that he described it strangely, Hu Yong put aside his previous resentment: "What's the matter? Are you hitting a guest? Or did someone bully you?"

Brother Hun suddenly had red circles in his eyes and kept shaking his head, but he still didn't say a word.

Mr. Qin said, "Ah Yong, you pour him a bowl of tea and tell him to calm down." ”

Hu Yong hurriedly pulled him to the small table in the corner of the room and sat down, poured him a bowl of hot tea and poured it down. Brother Hun seemed to be calmer, and his eyes also regained some light.

Qin Hanzhen jumped off the ground and ran over to ask him, "Brother Hun, what's wrong with you?" Brother Hun is the only son of Zhang's mother, and Zhang's mother is Qin Hanzhen's nurse, she is inevitably a little closer to the mother and son of the Zhang family than others, and she is also quite concerned about Brother Hun's state at this time.

Brother Hun woke up and took a few deep breaths before choking up and said, "I...... We seem to see it...... See my dad!"

Brother Hun's father, Qin Hanzhen was puzzled, she remembered that Mother Zhang seemed to be a widow...... No wonder Brother Hun looked lost and depressed, he thought he had seen a ghost!

Hu Yong also knew about Zhang's mother's situation, and hurriedly asked: "Are you sure? Is it really your father? Although he went out to do business and never returned, didn't someone send a letter back saying that he was gone?" Zhang's mother was reluctant to accept this matter, but everyone almost acquiesced.

Brother Hun choked up and said, "I also thought my father was dead, but that person really looked like ...... He looked the same as he had been when he left home, except that he had grown a longer beard, was dressed decently, and looked like he was rich. I wasn't sure if it was, but I followed him from a distance and saw him walk into a large shop. I inquired with passers-by and told him that he was the owner of the shop and was in the leather business. My dad used to be a leather seller......"

At this time, even Hu Yong was a little skeptical: "Could it be really him? But when he left home, you were still young, so you won't admit your mistake, right?"

Brother Hun shook his head and said with great certainty: "I won't admit my mistake, that's my father!"

Brother Hun and Zhang's mother, mother and son, were not originally slaves of the Qin family, nor were they tenant farmers of the Qin family, but people who lived in Mizhi County. Brother Hun's father, Zhang Wanquan, is a small businessman, mainly buying and selling leather goods, and he also travels north and south on weekdays. Brother Hun was four or five years old that year, and Zhang's mother was pregnant again, but Zhang Wanquan got a good deal and had to go on a long trip. If they can successfully do business, they will have a profit of a few hundred taels, which is enough for a small family like them to eat and drink spicy food for two years.

Zhang Wanquan thought that the eldest son was getting older, and it was time to find a place to study and be enlightened, after the younger one was born, he had to take care of him carefully for two years, and there was an old mother at home who was sick and needed money to ask for a doctor, so he left this big family and went out.

Who knew that he would never return, and his mother was seriously ill. In order to treat her mother-in-law, Zhang's mother sold the valuable things in the family, but she still failed to save her mother-in-law's life, but owed a lot of debts. She overworked and gave birth to a girl prematurely, who died before she was a full moon. At this time, the creditor came to collect the debt and occupied the Zhang family's house.

Zhang's mother and son were homeless, and it happened that the Qin family's grandmother Guan gave birth to a daughter and wanted to find a nurse. Although it is said that she has to be a servant with someone temporarily, it is not as easy as before, but her mother and son have had no worries about food and clothing for many years, and her son Brother Hun can still study with such a famous teacher as Mr. Qin, which can be regarded as a great luck in misfortune.

A year after her husband's disappearance, a businessman who had left his hometown with him returned to the county town and brought the unfortunate news to Zhang's mother, saying that he had unfortunately fallen into the water and died when he was on a boat, and his bones had been buried in a foreign country. Although Zhang's mother was unwilling to accept this fact in her heart, she had already vaguely acquiesced to this in her heart. I just want to pull my son Hun Ge to grow up, leave the Qin family in the future, get ahead, save some travel expenses, and go to find my husband's bones and send them back to Mizhi for burial.

Who would have thought that Brother Hun would meet his father, who thought he had been dead for many years, in Datong, thousands of miles away from Mizhi? )