Mu Qingqiu touched his younger brother's head and nodded with a smile: "Okay!" Listen to the children. ”

Mu Qingxuan was affirmed, very happy, and nodded vigorously.

"But look, there are so many of them, is there enough meat in the basket?"

Mu Qingxuan was stunned, looked at the back basket and then at the beggar, his little face was flushed, and he finally pouted, and said as if he was about to cry: "It's not enough." ”

Mu Qingqiu bent down and smiled and pinched Mu Qingqiu's little face, let the little guy look at him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my sister just made money, let's go buy steamed buns and share them with them, okay?" ”

"Eun!" Mu Qingxuan was happy.

The two walked to the nearby wonton stall, gave the stall owner a hundred yuan, and boiled the remaining wontons from the wonton stall.

Mu Qingqiu and Mu Qingqiu are both children, and children and children already have a sense of closeness that cannot be compared with adults, Mu Qingqiu beckoned to them, and they didn't want to run over.

The little beggars were carrying broken bowls and empty-handed, Mu Qingqiu asked them to line up and scoop soup into the bowls one by one, and those who did not have bowls simply bought them from the chaos stall owner.

The wonton stall owner is full of smiles, today is not a market day, there are few wontons prepared, it is already afternoon, and the remaining wontons can only be sold for about fifty yuan, but I didn't expect to hit the big luck, fifty wontons with some soup, and they were sold for twice the money.

Even the bowls can be sold, these bowls have been bumped and bumped into some stumps, and they have long wanted to be replaced, and now when the price of the new bowl is sold, it is just time to add a new one.

Someone gave food to the little beggar, and the beggars squatting in the corner around them moved, some rushed over to stretch out their bowls to eat, and some gathered around, looking at Mu Qingqiu vigilantly.

"Steamed buns, sister, sister steamed buns are here." Mu Qingxuan was very happy to see that the little beggars were holding steaming wontons, as if they were eating meat for themselves, and he was very happy to see that the steamed buns ordered by his sister had arrived, and he happily pointed them out to his sister.

The steamed bun guy was diligent with his hands and feet, and after understanding Mu Qingqiu's intentions, he didn't rush away, and immediately opened the drawer to cover the steamed buns.

Each beggar receives a bowl of soup with salt and wonton grains, plus two steamed buns.

The news of Xijiekou's charity quickly spread all over Guyang Town, and it didn't take long for more beggars to come around, and a hundred steamed buns were not enough, Mu Qingqiu frowned, and said in his heart: How many people in Guyang Town can't eat?

So I bought another hundred steamed buns, and this time I was sending them, and I could see familiar faces in the team.

Mu Qingqiu didn't say anything about this, she didn't know anything about these beggars, and she couldn't tell at a glance whether she was greedy or gave it to others who couldn't come.

After a while, the two hundred steamed buns and wontons were all distributed, and there were still beggars waiting to watch, Mu Qingqiu didn't continue, thanked the wonton stall owner and the steamed bun guy, and turned around and left with his younger brother.

She didn't divide the pastries, nuts and roast chicken in the back basket, and there were more monks and less porridge, so Mu Qingqiu was afraid of causing unnecessary scramble.

Besides, for those who are used to being hungry, steamed bun soup is better to restrain them.

As he walked, Mu Qingqiu felt someone following behind him, and suddenly felt a burst of anger in his heart.

Sure enough, good people can't deserve it?

However, it is not difficult to get rid of the tracking, when Mu Qingqiu passed by the West Street garment store, he borrowed the back door of the garment store and walked on another street in a grand manner.

Throwing off his tail, Mu Qingqiu went to the blacksmith shop, and had previously customized a set of small grinding tools of different forms with the blacksmith master, with more than a dozen shapes, which were used to cut biscuits.

The biscuits made yesterday were carved by Mu Qingqiu with a knife, and the carving was beautiful, but it was time-consuming and troublesome.

After that, Mu Qingqiu bought a few catties of mutton and a piece of big bones, mutton is hot to eat in winter to warm up, and the big bones are boiled in soup to strengthen the body and supplement calcium.

After returning home, Mu Qingqiu immediately stewed the big bones in the pot, adding a lot of radish pieces to it, in his previous life, he always heard people say that they eat radish in winter and ginger in summer. In the folk, radish even has the reputation of little ginseng, such a good thing, Mu Qingqiu naturally will not miss it.

There were some sawdust foam in the kang chamber, and the big bone broth was stewed on the stove, and the fire was so hot that the whole room was warm, and the people who baked were dizzy and wanted to sleep.

Mu Qingxuan fell asleep not long after returning home, and he was sleeping like a little piglet, his face was red and fluttering.

Mu Qingqiu wanted to see the big bone broth on the stove, stretched his eyes, picked up a travelogue, leaned on the kang tip, and slowly flipped through it.

For a moment, the inside and outside of the house were as quiet as the snow that had not yet melted, calm and serene, except for the large bone broth on the stove, occasionally bubbling hot.

Unconsciously, the excessive calmness made Mu Qingqiu's eyelids fall and fall, the vigilance cultivated in his previous life for decades disappeared, and even the soup pot seemed to have become a thing outside of a dream, cooing like a lullaby, Mu Qingqiu finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Bang bang, bang bang......" Suddenly, an unhurried knock on the door pulled back Mu Qingqiu's mind that was gradually sleepwalking far away.

Mu Qingqiu sat up excitedly, and the heat on the porcelain pot with big bones was faint, and even the grunt in the pot was weak as if it was about to die.

Oops, the fire is going out!

Mu Qingqiu hurriedly put on heat-insulating gloves and opened the pot, filled the hearth with charcoal, and then put the pot on again.

When you lift the lid of the pot, the thick aroma of bone comes to your nose, and you can't help but salivate.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The knock on the door was slightly louder, but still steady.

"Who could it be?" Mu Qingqiu frowned and asked himself, picked up the big cotton jacket and put it on, and went out of the room.

Luo's Liu Heiniu and other people in the village came over, and basically the shouting of knocking on the door followed, even if it was Lin Sanzheng, the knocking on the door was also very distinctive, and now the knocking sound in the ears was extremely gentle, and it had not been before.

When he arrived at the gate, Mu Qingqiu first looked out through the crack in the door, and it was Mu Qinghuai.

"Brother is here!" When he opened the door, Mu Qingqiu looked very happy.

She was really happy, in her memory, in the half a year before Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother were kicked out of the Mu family, because Mu Chengyu got married at the beginning of the year, only the cousin in front of her often missed their sister and brother, secretly left food for them, and would also block the bullying of other cousins and cousins for them.

Thinking of Mu Qinghuai's kindness to his sister and brother, Mu Qingqiu's heart was warm, and he stepped forward with a smile and pulled Mu Qinghuai to the courtyard, and showed off happily: "Brother, come in quickly, the bone broth in the pot will be stewed immediately, just drink a bowl to warm your body." ”

Mu Qinghuai is the same as dreaming, he is the eldest grandson in the family, his father Mu Chengxian has a total of four sons, his mother died early, his stepmother does not wait to see him, and even his father rarely pays attention to him.

Fortunately, his grandfather protected him, not only protecting, but also extremely attentive.

Mu Qinghuai is still able to study to this day, and it is all maintained by his grandfather Mu Changshun.