There has been a shortage of food in Liangzhou recently, and the liveliness of the morning market in the city has also been greatly reduced. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, people can buy everything they want, including food, at a much higher price than before.

Lao Zhangtou, the owner of Yang Ji Hangzhou Flavor, came to the morning market early in the morning with a young man, as he has done every morning for the past three years.

It rained lightly all night last night, and the morning market was inevitably a little muddy, but the dry air of the past seemed moist and fresh.

It's not difficult to get in a good mood on such a refreshing morning.

However, there are always exceptions.

It's like the old Zhang Tou at this time, he has a dry cigarette in his mouth, his hands behind his back, and his leisurely movements are very out of tune with the slightly sad expression on his face.

The young man pushed a small cart and followed him, and there was already some vegetables and half a fan of pork piled up on the cart, and there was not much space.

Today, the prices of several spices are simply ridiculously expensive, and the old man is stunned to hold the silver on his waist.

He turned his head, not knowing whether to look at the young man or the goods on the small cart, and ordered softly: "Ah Liu, you push everything back first, and I'll go shopping alone." ”

Don't look at the business of the small restaurant, it has always been good, but as long as the person surnamed Du brings people around, the hard work of several months will be in vain.

For the past three years, he has gotten up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs, and he has not saved much money.

If this continues, when will the old wife, son and daughter-in-law, and several grandchildren return to Hangzhou.

It's better to go shopping again, hoping to meet a hawker whose heart is not too dark, and grind the price of the spice down a little more......

The young man named Ah Liu couldn't wait to go back early, so he pushed the small cart and left.

Lao Zhangtou just stopped and walked, and wandered in the morning market for more than half an hour.

I finally negotiated a price with a vendor, but there was a noisy noise ahead.

Lao Zhangtou had already passed the age of loving to join in the fun, as if he hadn't heard anything, and after paying the money, he stuffed the seasoning into the blanket and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as he stepped one leg, a thin black boy was kicked and fell at his feet.

The weight of this kick was unknown to others, but the gray cloth shirt on the young man's body had already been stained with yellow mud.

Especially a big mud footprint on his slender back, which made people secretly sweat for him.

Lao Zhangtou doesn't like to join in the fun, but there are many people in this world who love to join in the fun.

The previous noise had already attracted a lot of onlookers, and at this time, seeing that the young man was pitiful, people began to point and whisper.

There was even a look of indignation on the nosy face.

However, sympathy is sympathy, but no one dares to support the boy on the ground, and no one dares to blame the man who kicked the boy with his foot.

The road in front of the stall was already narrow, and now it was surrounded by people and couldn't walk if he wanted to.

He had no choice but to look up at the man.

The man was completely unrecognizable of his age.

His beard is gray, like an old man over half a hundred years old, but his legs and feet are sharper than those of young people.

What's even more terrifying is the ruthlessness that emanates from his body, and the fierce expression seems to be about to devour the boy alive.

It's no wonder that those people dare to be angry but dare not speak, who can afford to provoke such a wicked man.

I only heard him scold: "How many times has Lao Tzu said, your mother has gone to find your dead ghost father, now you have nothing to do with Lao Tzu, if you want to live, go find your own way, if you want to die, go away, don't dirty Lao Tzu's place!"

The thin black boy curled up with his thin body, biting his lip stubbornly, and the big tears of the bean smashed straight to the ground, but he didn't cry.

I just don't know if he doesn't want to speak out or doesn't dare to speak out.

Although the evil man's words were ugly, everyone understood the meaning of the words.

The child's father died young, and his mother took him to remarry this wicked man.

Blessings and disasters are not a single line.

After remarrying, the boy and his mother did not have a good life, and his mother unfortunately passed away.

The wicked man is naturally unwilling to raise a child for others, so he can't tolerate this young man and wants to kick him out of the house.

That's it, after all, the world is difficult, and it is difficult to feed your own children, not to mention the oil bottles brought into the house by the stepfamily.

It's just that the villain really shouldn't punch and kick the young man.

Don't look at his big feet, this foot can go to half of the black and thin boy's life.

The young man easily regained his strength, and said in a trembling voice, "Father...... Father, I didn't want to stay at home for dinner, I just ...... My mother left me a recipe, please send me back a kind ......"

The wicked man was willing to listen, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the young man.

"Put your mother's fart, Lao Tzu doesn't know a single big word, and your bullshit recipe can only be used in the toilet if you give it to Lao Tzu, what does Lao Tzu want you to do!"

Fortunately, the wicked man's head was not good, and the thick phlegm did not spit out to the young man.

There were more and more onlookers, but still no one dared to meddle.

And the old man, who has always been unkind, unexpectedly spoke: "This little brother, if you don't dislike it, come to my store to help, don't entangle with him anymore." ”

I don't know if it's because of a similar experience, or the familiar Hangzhou flavor in the awkward Liangzhou accent of the teenager.

In short, Lao Zhangtou was sour and angry in his heart at this time.

Stepfathers, like stepmothers, are not good things!

However, he was still sober-minded, and he didn't talk to the villain at all, and directly asked the thin black boy who was half-lying on the ground.

The young man was slightly stunned when he heard this.

After that, he first glanced at the wicked man timidly, and then looked up at the old Zhang Tou beside him.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "This old uncle, thank you for your kindness...... But I can't bother you, I'm still ......"

After that, I had to struggle to get up.

The wicked man seemed to be impatient, and shouted loudly: "Are you brains shit, someone is willing to feed you, don't hurry up and get out, be careful Lao Tzu whips you to death!"

As he spoke, he took off one of his shoes and slammed it on.

Lao Zhang pulled the young man who was still stunned away, and flashed the dirty shoe.

He lowered his voice and said to the young man: "Don't be stubborn, although he is a wicked person, he is not bad to the end, otherwise he can get a few taels of silver if he sells you, listen to the old uncle's words, come to me to be a young man, I dare not say that I can make a big difference, and I can always take care of the food." ”

The young man wanted to speak and stopped: "But ...... My ......"

Lao Zhang's head is one and two big: "I know that the recipe must be your mother's relic, although it is important, it is also something outside the body, and it is always less important than life, isn't this the truth?"

The young man hesitated for a moment before nodding heavily: "Old uncle, I listen to you." ”

Lao Zhang Tou was afraid that the evil man would come to entangle again, so he pulled the black and thin young man away from the crowd and quickly left the morning market.

The matter came to an end, and the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed.

The evil man, that is, the old man Meng, secretly crossed a smile on his face, picked up the dirty shoe and put it on his foot, scolded and took a big stride, and soon disappeared.

At this point, the bitter drama of lentils is over, and she successfully mixes with Lao Zhangtou.

ps: Anyway, what if Old Man Meng really loses his accuracy and has a swollen head~ It's terrible~ (To be continued.) )