Still not in a hurry to go back, slowly thinking about what to do with this wealth, in the hotel room, Xia Jingyu poured a bag of copper plates onto the bed, and every thousand copper plates were strung together, there were more than nine strings.

The metal industry of Nangudao must be very good, the copper plate is made of a thin piece, but the edge is a little thick, so as to prevent scratches to the hand, which really reflects the humanized design.

After counting the money, Xia Jingyu began to carefully calculate how much money he can have now, a copper plate can buy two steamed buns, and probably one copper plate can be equivalent to a dollar in modern society.

Then one or two silver horns are 10,000, and your own 80 catties of silver horns are 80,000.

Duan Jinxiu's family has a huge population, it is impossible to use eight million for a lifetime, it is still very possible to change the quality of life in the short term, a bag of money is still spread on the bed, today I am a weak woman, under the eyes of everyone, I moved to the hotel step by step, and I don't know how much I have gained along the way.

When you go back, just throw it into the space.

It's great that the almighty storage box of space can play a role, Xia Jingyu, who is in a relaxed mood, decided to go around Shicheng today and tomorrow, buy some daily necessities, and wait until the day after tomorrow, and then prepare to go back to the small fishing village.

Xia Jingyu walked aimlessly on the streets of Shicheng, the bustling crowd passed by her like a tide, and the orange-red sunlight in the evening sprinkled on this happy land, compared with the sad expressions brought by the perennial poverty in the fishing village and the town, the people here are smiling even if they have a bitter face.

Street vendors, all enthusiastically tearing their throats and shouting business, Xia Jingyu held a sugar gourd, eating while walking, the sugar gourd was hard and transparent on the surface, flashing with a sweet and attractive luster, a bite down, at first it was sweet, but in the end it was sour so that she almost cried, and then, she was in this warm sunset, slowly squatting down, lying on the ground and crying, this is the second time she cried after Chongsi Qing's death, she suddenly felt that she would never have love again, in a foreign land, in a lonely evening, All the sad things came back like a tidal wave.

Passers-by on the side looked sideways, and some children were curious to come forward to find out, but they were pulled away by the adults, and walked away from the distance, and the adults pulled the children's clothes and dragged the children back: "That big sister must have encountered something sad, don't bother." Let her cry for a while. ”

Xia Jingyu felt that no matter how much she cried, it would not be good, because no matter how many tears she shed, that person would not come back, the isolation of life and death, and even the possibility of being together were ruthlessly shattered, and she couldn't even watch you be happy from afar.

Before the last afterglow of the sunset disappeared, Xia Jingyu stood up with red and swollen eyes, and continued to wander on the street, like a wandering spirit, and at night, the darkness that was concealed during the day slowly appeared in this color that could hide sin, and in the bustling of people, there was a group of faltering women, kneeling on the side of the road with children, and kept kowtowing.

Xia Jingyu was stunned, what is going on, in the stone city during the day, there is no trace of beggars and other people, and the people who hurriedly walked by from the side seemed to have not seen these people, and continued to walk, which was quite strange, Xia Jingyu stopped a passer-by who was in a hurry, and said: "Where did these people come from, why didn't they see them during the day?" ”

Passers-by looked Xia Jingyu up and down a few times, and saw that the other party was a little girl, and she didn't have any scruples: "The girl must be new to this stone city, I don't know much about this place, these people ......" The passerby sighed meaningfully, "They are all widows who have no men, with children, come to this stone city to beg, most of them live in the temple outside the city, and during the day, the government does not allow them to come out." ”

"How can there be so many widows all of a sudden?"

Passers-by hesitated: "I don't know about this, the government has blocked the official news in this regard, and the grapevine says that there is a cult in the north, and many men believe in the religion and commit suicide in vain." ”

Passers-by didn't bother to explain so much, Xia Jingyu said goodbye to him, and walked into a woman, the woman saw someone approaching, first kept kowtowing, and then saw that the person who came had no intention of rewarding money, so she trembled and asked: "You, or?" ”

Could it be that she still betrayed **, Xia Jingyu felt nauseous for no reason, and she raised her voice: "What can I want?" ”

"It turned out to be a girl, the little one has no eyes, and she has no intention of offending the girl, there are a lot of girls, and the girl is doing well, and she will marry a wishful husband in the future." The woman kowtowed again, spoke in a babbling voice, and dragged the six or seven-year-old child next to her to kowtow together, and the child was obediently dragged by the mother, and his head hit the ground fiercely, making a loud sound.

She still has a child here, as a mother, she can still do this, Xia Jingyu squatted down and wanted to help the child up, but the child took two steps back carefully: "Sister, I am not clean, and your hands have been soiled." ”

The child raised his head, a pair of clear but humble eyes under the moonlight, glanced at Xia Jingyu quickly, lowered his head in fear, lowered his head in fear, lowered his head, Xia Jingyu couldn't help but feel heartache, she took out a hundred copper plates from her pocket and stuffed them into the child's hands.

Farewell to the mother and son, Xia Jingyu continued to walk forward, and found that such situations abound, it seems that no matter what dynasty it is, whether it is rich or poor, the poor still exist.

At this time, a child attracted Xia Jingyu's attention, the girl knelt on the straw mat, her posture was straight, her wide white clothes hunted in the wind, lining her thin figure, and beside her, there was a small child, the child was covered with a dirty thin quilt.

Behind the girl, there is a crooked bamboo pole, on the bamboo pole, the white cloth is blown by the wind, and the four black characters of "selling yourself to bury your brother" are shining with cold moonlight, and the cold makes people shiver.

Xia Jingyu approached the girl, and saw that there were two lines of crystal tears on the girl's black face, she knelt here, but no one cared, from the mouth of the person who walked by, Xia Jingyu faintly heard such words: "Such an ugly hairy girl, where is it worth a thousand copper plates, if you really lack children, buy it from the homeless, or a few dollars." ”

Xia Jingyu looked at the girl for a moment, and said slowly: "To bury him, do you need a thousand copper plates?" ”

The girl's gaze at Xia Jingyu suddenly became fierce: "Why don't you need it, he's my younger brother!" ”