Liuhe Town is a large town with ten miles and eight townships. Although it is a troubled time, there is no sense of withering at all. Today is a market day once every two days, men, women and children, bustling, carrying all kinds of utensils and products to the market early in the morning. Carriages come and go, of different grades; Roadside vendors shouted brightly, and from time to time there were people chatting with rough voices in the nearby teahouses and inns, which caused the hall to laugh, and occasionally a poignant erhu song of a traitor.

Chen Qiuniang just looked at the prosperity of this qiē. The top priority for her to come to Liuhe Town now is to go to the Zhu family, and before Li Taohua, she will reveal the divorce to the Zhu family, which must be controlled by herself.

Secondly, after thinking about it, she still had to send a . Believe, after all, it was a human life, not to mention that he could unknowingly replace her jade ring with dominoes, this act has shown that this young man's ability is extraordinary, and his identity must be either rich or noble. Then, help him, although the danger is everywhere, it is equivalent to gambling with his life, but if he wins the bet, it is very likely to be a turn of fate. Chen Qiuniang, who lives another life, never lets go of any opportunity to turn over, even if she takes risks.

As for the third most important thing, it is to take a look at the situation in this Liuhe Town and find a suitable way to seek the temporary survival of the family.

She walked towards the town, just walked across a stone arch bridge, and was thinking about finding someone to ask the Zhu family how to go, when she heard someone cursing to the sky: "Little beast, stop for Lao Tzu, you young lady and Lao Tzu raised you, and you came to steal again." ”

Chen Qiuniang followed the prestige, only to see a thin young man flashing out of the crowd along the river, about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a patched blue cloth shirt that was still clean, and running desperately with something in his arms. He chased a man in his thirties, cursing and calling on the crowd: "Stop the thief for me, stop the thief for me." ”

The boy was thin and didn't run fast, and with the crowd of good deeds, he was quickly stopped. When the man caught up with him, he punched and kicked him, knocked him to the ground, used his legs and feet together, and scolded hatefully: "You little brute, let you steal, let you steal, let you not learn well." ”

With that curse, the man kicked and beat harder and harder. The boy was kicked and curled up, rolling in a ball, but did not let out a cry of begging for mercy. Most of the people around him were good onlookers, and they didn't persuade the man, but fanned the flames on the side and said: "I don't learn well at a young age, although I steal a steamed bun, but 'a small needle, a big gold', it should be taught a lesson." ”

Only then did Chen Qiuniang know that the young man stole a steamed bun, and he must have done such a thing because he was extremely hungry. She didn't want to make a fuss, but seeing that the man beat him too hard, she was afraid that if this thin boy took a few more beatings, he would die. She felt compassion for a moment, and at the same time thought that it might be quicker for her to find someone who was familiar with the environment to help her with today's work. simply rescued the boy and asked him to help him, which is the best of both worlds.

She pondered for a while, then walked over, trying to break through the crowd, and the crisp children's voice sounded in the crowd: "Uncle, if you fight again, you will be killed." For the sake of a steamed bun, the uncle can't commit a lawsuit with his life on his back. This murder pays for life. ”

"If you kill the government, you have to give a reward, one less thief like this, and the neighbors are much safer." The man didn't mean to stop at all, he still added punches and kicks.

The people around him actually chimed in and said: "Beat it to death, so as not to harm everyone, this northern barbarian." If it weren't for the invasion of the Northern Barbarians, how could our life in Shu be so hard? ”

The people around agreed again, and some people asked Chen Qiuniang in turn: "Look at the little girl, she is also eight or nine years old, right?" A few years ago, the Northern Barbarians burned and looted in our place, how many people were killed, haven't you seen it, haven't you heard what your adults said? ”

Chen Qiuniang didn't expect this child to come from the north. Within a few years of the fall of Shuzhong, the Zhao family did not deal with the affairs of Shuzhong, and the officers and soldiers of the Zhao and Song dynasties burned and looted everywhere, and the hatred of the people was still vivid.

"Little girl, you know." Seeing that Chen Qiuniang didn't answer, the man added this sentence proudly.

And the man who sold steamed buns beat his fists and feet harder under the encouragement of the people around him, and the young man tightly guarded the steamed buns in his arms, without saying a word, curled up and rolled around, his face was full of blood.

Chen Qiuniang felt sad: In such a time and space, human life is like grass shoes, and I am afraid that except for power, strength and money, nothing can be the truth.

Chen Qiuniang sighed lightly in her heart, with an innocent look on her face, and said loudly: "Even so. He was also a child, and his father used to say, 'Woe to his wife and children'. What does he have to do with the sin of burning, killing, and looting? ”

After Chen Qiuniang said this, she also felt pale and powerless. What she faced in front of her was not only a bloody case caused by a teenager stealing steamed buns, but also a complex national hatred, family hatred, and national hostility.

Sure enough, there was a pedantic scholar in the crowd who looked like a scholar, and Chen Qiuniang understood a little, probably saying that the Northern Barbarian wolf is ambitious, and the wolf has wolf nature, even if it is a cub, it is a wolf after all.

Of course, the people around him also pointed and agreed. Chen Qiuniang felt more and more weak. But since he waded into troubled waters, he couldn't let this boy really be killed.

She looked down at the young man, who seemed to be lifeless, just blindly holding the steamed bun in her arms and curling up.

Chen Qiuniang frowned slightly, then raised her head to look at the man who beat people, and asked in a crisp girlish voice with the child's unique innocent eyes: "Uncle, how many steamed buns did he steal from you?" ”

"How many? I came to steal it once last time, and I just didn't catch him. The man who sold steamed buns said hatefully.

"How many were there last time and this time?" Chen Qiuniang took out the stubbornness of the little girl.

The man looked at her, sneered, and asked, "Little girl, seeing that you are also poor like this, do you want to help him give money?" He's a northern barbarian cub, don't mess with him. ”

Chen Qiuniang smiled at the man and said, "Uncle, I'm not helping him. I'm here to help you. Don't you know, my mother's favorite steamed bun you make is the most, the noodles are full of filling, and the wheat is fragrant. This time, I came to the town with my third grandfather, and my mother explained that I must buy two to go back to satisfy my hunger. ”

As soon as the man heard that his steamed buns were good, he immediately said proudly: "My steamed buns are really valuable, not only the filling, but also the process of mixing noodles and never cutting corners." Ten miles and eight towns, there is no good thing. Your mother is knowledgeable. ”

"Yes, it's delicious." Chen Qiuniang praised, but then said, "However, my mother said, 'Making steamed buns is a fine and clean job', uncle, once you are stained with human blood and dirty hands, who will dare to buy your steamed buns in these ten miles and eight towns." Besides, you can't get into unnecessary trouble for a northern barbarian cub. This official mansion is in power by the Northern Barbarians, and maybe there is a den of the Northern Barbarians nearby, or there is some force behind the Northern Barbarians. Even if they didn't, those northern barbarians found out that their people had been beaten to death, and they were afraid that with such an excuse, they might have another incident and use it as an excuse to deal with the uncle. ”

The good deeds around her are all grass on the wall, and at this time, she echoed Chen Qiuniang, praising the little girl for being sensible, clever, and seeing through the overall situation. Of course, everyone scolded the boy hatefully, and some people even stretched out their feet and kicked him.

The man who sold steamed buns was also afraid when he heard Chen Qiuniang say this, but his momentum was still not weak, and he said hatefully: "I will spare you today, this little brute, and dare to come in the future, even if Da Luo Immortal comes to plead, it is useless, and he will still kill you." ”

He said and kicked a few times in hatred. Chen Qiuniang couldn't stand it, so she shouted in a slightly coquettish tone: "Uncle, you still don't sell steamed buns!" ”

"Sell, sell." The man smiled, and then turned around and ran towards the steamed bun stall.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the boy was still lying on the ground, motionless. Chen Qiuniang was worried that he was too injured, but she didn't dare to care rashly, so she only went to the steamed bun stall.

"Four pennies." The man picked up two big white steamed buns and handed them over.

"Uncle, you're too expensive." Chen Qiuniang is not very proficient in currency, so she will bargain indiscriminately, which can be regarded as exploring the bottom of the price of time and space.

"Expensive? Money is worthless these days, those dog things, the money has always been less than a thousand, what good can the Northern Barbarians do? What else can his surname Zhao do besides stealing? First, he stole the orphans and widows of the Chai family, and now he is a robber to rob us in Shuzhong."

"Uncle, -- steamed buns." Chen Qiuniang didn't want to listen to him talk about political affairs, so she interrupted him with a smile.

"Little girl, my steamed bun is really valuable." The man's voice was quite loud, and he handed over the steamed buns.

Chen Qiuniang took the steamed bun, gave the money with a smile, and praised: "Okay, the uncle is kind and kind, let go of that kid, it is his blessing." ”

"That's it, little girl, let's go." The man's heart was beaming.

Chen Qiuniang wrapped the steamed buns, and then turned to look at the young man. The boy had recovered and was slowly walking towards the bridge, and he was about to walk into the smoke-colored willows.

She hurried to catch up with the boy. She was wondering how to talk to the young man, but the young man stopped and turned to look at her. Chen Qiuniang was shocked, she had seen countless people, except for newborn children, no one's eyes could be so bright and clean, like the jade city snow ridge in the sun, as bright as black jade.

"Thank you." He said that with a northern accent, there was an indescribable arrogance in his words.

Chen Qiuniang intuitively felt that this young man was extraordinary, but she didn't want to make too many plans. She only looked at the blood-stained steamed buns in his arms, and thought that he probably didn't eat them himself, otherwise he would have eaten them long ago when the man chased him.

"The steamed buns are dirty." She was concise and to the point.

He looked down and stood silently under the willow tree. His face was covered with blood, and it looked very hideous in the sun, some of which were still oozing blood, and his clothes were stained with blood and mud.

Chen Qiuniang handed the steamed bun in her hand to him and said, "This is still hot, give it to you." ”

The young man looked up at her suddenly, his dark jade-like eyes were full of surprise, and then his face was cold, and his eyes were very defensive.

Chen Qiuniang looked at him and said with a smile: "There will be no pie in the sky, and I won't give you steamed buns for nothing." You can help me with a few things, answer some of my questions, not just these two steamed buns—" She paused, spread out her palm, and in her palm was a copper coin, and she continued, "These money are also your hard work. ”

The look on the young man's face became more alert, and he immediately turned around and coldly dropped a sentence: "I don't know anything." ”

(Thank you for your support.) The baby has been born and is a little man. Starting today, "Food and Color" will be renewed. Let's take a trip to the early Song Dynasty and take a look at Jiang Yun's life through the early Song Dynasty. Let's go. Recommended tickets, collections, and comments are also the same. ）