Walking slowly on the green field road, he saw a little blurry, and walked a little weakly, I don't know if it was because he only had one meal to eat a day and was hungry; Or because I get up too early every day and read for too long. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info But He Yitian didn't delve into anything, didn't complain about anything, on the contrary, he was full of gratitude at this time. Because he knew how difficult it was for him to settle in this paradise-like Qingshui Town. Although he can't eat enough, he is still alive, he can still cultivate quietly, and in addition to cultivation, he can walk in this peach blossom source with fluttering petals and willow silk swaying gently to enjoy the comfort of spring.

Although it was the end of spring, because it was noon, the sun was also a little poisonous and hot, and when I looked up, he was the only one on the road in the field, and there seemed to be some clouds in the sky. The yellow warbler chirped among the bustling green leaves, as if in response to the light breeze coming from the sky, and as if responding to He Yitian's hungry stomach, hunger made him unconsciously speed up his pace.

Before going to Luoyu City, Uncle Mu entrusted He Yitian to the care of a family surnamed Zhang in the northeast corner of the town, and Uncle Zhang was their informant when they bought the Buddhist hall. He had a shrewd wife, and it was said that his wife was very powerful and greedy for money. After Uncle Mu gave them a lot of Tongbao Jiaozi, they agreed to take good care of He Yitian for a while.

Originally, He Yitian could greet him with a smile when he went to his house for dinner, but gradually it was not the same as in the past. Because Uncle Mu came back secretly, and after his death, he was only hastily buried under the courtyard wall, and they didn't know it. Some time ago, Uncle Zhang asked every day: "How much work does your Uncle Mu have to come back!" He Yitian naturally endured the sadness and vaguely coped with the past. Later, Uncle Zhang's wife chattered every day: "Oh, today's food is expensive again, and Jiaozi is worthless." Later, he Yitian was unmoved, he simply turned cold and said to him: "Yitian, the money your uncle gave us is almost running out, what do you think is going to ......do" He Yitian had no choice but to agree with Uncle Zhang that they would only need to take care of him once a day for two months.

After walking for a short time, He Yitian arrived at the northeast corner of the town, gently walked in the aisle between the blue bricks and tiles, listening to the crisp impact sound of the clogs colliding with the square bluestone floor tiles, the closer to Uncle Zhang's house, the heavier his mood became, if it wasn't for hunger, he didn't want to step on this road to humiliation......

The sky is like a doll's face, it changes when it is said, the sun was shining a moment ago, but now it is gloomy as if it is going to rain, and the blue streets and walls of the town are slippery and bright in the slightly moist air. On the main street leading to Xishi, although He Yitian was hungry, his heart was indescribably relaxed———— he would no longer have to endure humiliation in the future, and he would no longer have to look at people's faces to eat. Just now, as soon as He Yitian entered Uncle Zhang's house, he heard his mother-in-law shouting in a cold order: "After this meal is finished, don't come again in the future, we all lost seven yuan of Tongbao Jiaozi for today's meal." He Yitian didn't say anything after hearing this, turned around and left, because he had nothing to say, let alone say anything? Tongbao Jiaozi of Qiwen Qian...... What can I do now, I can't wipe my buttocks. He Yitian secretly swore in his heart: "TMD One day, I, He Yitian, will use the Jiaozi issued by myself to buy all the world!" ”

Of course, he still doesn't understand what the right to issue Jiaozi represents. In his heart, if he can issue Jiaozi, he will simply have endless money, endless mountain delicacies, and a warm and brightly lit big house built in the blessed land. There is also the fact that cultivation no longer has to get up early in the morning to meditate hard in order to accumulate spiritual power, and only need to absorb the spiritual power in the spirit stones and various spiritual objects in the Spirit Valley, which can achieve twice the result with half the effort, even if it is the legendary Transformation God Realm of cultivation, it is not known.

Thinking like this, He Yitian smiled, and couldn't help but be full of hope for the future, as if he had everything he wanted at this moment...... Hunger seems to be gone.

Maybe he thought about it, He Yitian unknowingly came to the hustle and bustle of the West Market. Standing across the street, watching the endless stream of people, made him want to go in and have a look, even though he only had ...... Wuwen Jiaozi.

When he was about to cross the street with his left foot, a group of strong men dressed in short clothes stopped at the gate of the West Market. He Yitian couldn't help but raise his eyelids to look at the crowd, only to see a strong man protecting a young man riding a white horse and a green cloth robe, the young man looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old. A strong man in the young man's right hand stretched out his hand to help him get off the horse, but was stopped by the young man impatiently, only to see that the strong man was still smiling and respectfully pushing aside. At this time, the guards at the gate of the market parted a way, and a middle-aged man with a shiny face trotted towards the young man, while constantly wiping the sweat on his face with his fat hands. Running to the young man, I saw the middle-aged man trying to worry about his feet, with a smile on his face and whispering something to the young man, the young man nodded, and the middle-aged man hurriedly ran to the front to move the horse for him and walked towards the market.

According to the rules, horseback riding is not allowed in the bazaar, and the middle-aged man He Yitian also knows him, he is Liu An, the mayor of Qingshui Town, and it is said that he is a side branch of the Liu family, the first family in Luoyu City. Being able to make Mayor Liu personally welcome him over shows that the young man's status is extraordinary.

There was a lot of praise from the young man everywhere, and even He Yitian, who was standing across the road, could hear it clearly. When he couldn't see the young man, He Yitian didn't know whether to go into the bazaar to have a look, and after hesitating, he happened to come a dirty little beggar, who was only six or seven years old, and was a weak girl. The little girl sneaked into the market while the gatekeepers of the West Market were still bragging to others about what kind of young talent the young master of the Liu family was. I saw that the little girl had big innocent eyes, watching the adults ask for help, while everyone in the market avoided the little girl. Without help, the girl sat down next to a young woman who was setting up a stall, hoping that someone would help him, while the young woman immediately discreetly put away her belongings. After the young woman left, the middle-aged man who had set up a stall next to her shouted: "It's really bad luck for the gatekeeper to drive this wild girl out quickly." The gatekeeper who was originally talking eloquently saw the mess, and quickly pushed the crying little girl out without sympathy.

The rain began to fall, and the cold rain dripped on He Yitian's face and into his heart. The hunger and cold that I endured silently were so clear against the backdrop of this bustling and noisy bazaar, which was even more unbearable than just now in Zhang's house.

At this moment, the market was empty, the sky and the earth were empty, and it seemed that there was only him and this little girl.

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