The coachman said outside: "Miss Cousin, there seems to be something going on ahead, and everyone is watching and blocking the way." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lu Zhi hummed and instructed the coachman to drive the carriage aside and wait for the crowd to disperse before hurrying.

But after waiting for a long time, the crowd did not disperse, but there were more and more onlookers, and the discussion became louder and louder, Lu Zhi faintly heard the controversy, it seemed that someone was selling his body to bury his father, but this method of selling his body made everyone quite controversial.

Lu Zhi lifted the curtain and saw that the crowd showed no signs of dispersing, so she simply got out of the carriage to find out.

The crowd had already surrounded the three floors inside and the outer three floors, Chun'er and Dong'er struggled to squeeze forward, Lu Zhi barely passed through the crowd and came to the side of the street, only to see a handsome young man about fourteen or fifteen years old kneeling on the ground with his head down, and a thin middle-aged man lying on the side.

The young man and the old man were in tattered clothes, but the materials of the clothes were of the highest quality, which shows that they were also well-off in the past.

Especially the young man, although he knelt on the ground with his head bowed, his eyes were resolute and his waist was straight, and he obviously had a proud backbone.

Although Suzhou City is a rich place, but there are still poor people, and the drama of selling his body to bury his father is not unseen, the reason why everyone is so concerned about the young man's behavior of selling his body to bury his father today is because the middle-aged man obviously has not lost his breath, and the young man said to bury his father, and the second is because of the white silk in front of the young man.

The words on the white silk are angular but just soft in the middle, it is a rare good word, the so-called word is like its person, and you will know that it is from the hand of this young man at a glance.

Lu Zhi carefully read the words on the white silk, and finally knew the reason why the young man knelt here, it turned out that the young man was the son of a famous prostitute and his father, his father and the famous prostitute were deeply in love but were opposed by the family, after the famous prostitute became pregnant, his father married the famous prostitute despite the family's opposition, and was finally expelled from the family.

Later, a famous prostitute gave birth to a young man, and a family of three lived a solid and happy life with the efforts of his father, but the good times did not last long, and the famous prostitute died of a serious illness when the boy was ten years old.

His father was in pain and left his hometown with the boy to travel around, and in recent years he traveled almost all over the country of Qi, seeing that the boy was gradually becoming an adult, his father decided to take the boy to the capital to settle down, but he never wanted to encounter bandits in Anhui, and his money and silver were looted.

To add insult to injury, at this time, his father was sick, and the father and son finally came to Suzhou.

The father said that he was buried before he died, which had already made the young man infamous, and he took the initiative to say that he was the son of a famous prostitute, which made people look down on him, and the most unreasonable thing for everyone to think was that he wrote four words with a red pen on the white silk: not a slave!

Although there were voices sympathetic to his plight, most of them were scolding the young man, but the young man turned a deaf ear, just knelt straight and did not say a word.

After figuring out the ins and outs of the matter, even Dong'er and the others couldn't help muttering, saying that this young man was not only unfilial, but also didn't know how to be grateful, and whoever bought it was a fool.

The corners of Lu Zhi's mouth twitched when she heard this, she coughed lightly and looked at the young man and asked softly, "My father is not dead, why is he buried?"

The boy heard this, and looked up at her, but only for a moment, and then he lowered his head again.

There was a humane on the side: "This girl, don't ask, if you ask, it's a vain question, this white-eyed wolf won't answer." ”

Lu Zhi smiled at the man and thanked him politely, then turned his eyes to look at the young man, and asked the previous words again in a soft voice: "Father is not dead, why is he buried?"

Hearing this, the young man raised his head again, this time he did not lower his head, but looked at Lu Zhi carefully.

Lu Zhi smiled lightly, met his gaze and let him look at it, the young man looked at it for a while, and finally spoke: "Incurable disease, will die." ”

His voice was a little hoarse, and it was difficult to hide the grief in it. Lu Zhi pursed her lips when she heard this, turned her eyes to look at the thin man lying on the side with his eyes closed, only gasping, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know?"

Hearing this, the young man looked at the man and replied in a low voice, "Generations of medicine." ”

The people around saw the young man answering her, and suddenly fell silent, Lu Zhi heard the young man's eyes move slightly, and asked again: "Since you are practicing medicine, why is it here?"

When the young man heard this, he lowered his eyes and said in a dumb voice: "The practitioner is my father, and his illness is getting worse, and he can't make ends meet. ”

Hearing this, Lu Zhi didn't ask again, but turned to Dong'er and said, "Do you have silver taels on your body?"

Dong'er frowned when she heard this, glanced at the young man with a little disdain, and said: "Miss, how can you buy such a person? He has no roots and no foundation, and he refuses to be a slave, if he runs away, where can he find it? Not only will he spend money in vain, but he will also affect Miss's reputation and make people laugh in vain." ”

Hearing this, Lu Zhi looked at the young man on the side, only to see that he still straightened his back and didn't say a word, never explained, and never argued for himself.

With such an attitude, Chun'er and Qiu'er couldn't see it, and stepped forward to persuade Lu Zhi. The surrounding onlookers also persuaded him, saying that the young man was a white-eyed wolf, and after he was a slut, he had misbehaved, and Lu Zhi's money was definitely going to be wasted.

Lu Zhi turned a deaf ear, and only said to Chun'er and the others: "You give me the silver first, and then I'll tell you why." ”

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Dong'er and the others could only swallow it no matter how dissatisfied they were, and the three of them scraped together the money and handed it to Lu Zhi.

The three of them didn't have much money and silver, only ten taels together, Lu Zhi took the money and handed it to the young man, and said a little apologetically: "I didn't bring a lot of money when I went out today, here are ten taels of silver, you take your father to grab medicine, although it can't be cured, but it can relieve some pain, of course, these money and silver buy you are really less, you take the silver, and treat you ......"

When you buried your father, Lu Zhi was a little speechless, paused briefly and continued: "After you finish dealing with the things around you, you can go to the Wu Mansion to find me, my surname is Lu Mingzhi, and I am Miss Wu Jiabiao." ”

After speaking, she took the hosta from her head, put it together with the ten taels of silver and said to the young man: "You go to the Wu Mansion to show the hosta and report my name, since someone has brought you to see it, I will make up the rest of the money from selling yourself to you, of course, if these ten taels of silver are not enough for you to deal with the things around you, you can also come to me." ”

Hearing this, the people around him immediately shook their heads, and they all said that Lu Zhi was really a fool, and Dong'er and the others also disagreed with Qi Qi and called Miss.

Lu Zhi didn't hear it, but still stretched out his hand to the young man.

The young man silently looked at the silver and hosta in her hand, and then raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhi and said lightly: "You haven't asked me how much silver you want to sell." ”

Lu Zhi smiled at him when she heard this: "It's not important, is it?"