Long before Zhang You entered Beijing, Zhang Jialin was ready to go to the capital to find him secretly, and for this reason, she did not hesitate to use both soft and hard money and gourds, and finally learned some simple disguise skills from him. But how could Qian Wugua rest assured that the two girls would go to Beijing alone, knowing Zhang Jialin's temper, soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, the eight horses couldn't pull back the things they believed, so they simply asked to enter Beijing together, and the three of them made an appointment, and Zhang Jialin stole the horse from the house, and left from Xia Gezhuang before dawn.

This journey of nearly 200 miles to the capital, according to the foot strength of Zhang's horses, can play back and forth in a day, but Zhang Jialin and Chunxing's delicate buttocks * where did they suffer this kind of torture, they didn't dare to gallop at all, so that the speed was naturally not fast, and when they arrived in the capital, the gate to enter the city had already been closed.

I had no choice but to stay outside the city.

"Buyun Zhai" is a hundred-year-old number, it is full of merchants from all over the country who missed the time to enter the city, and when Zhang Jialin and they entered, there was no place to rest, Qian Wugua said badly, and took out fifty coppers, and the guys in the hall led them to the firewood shed in the backyard of the inn to rest.

There were already people in the firewood shed, two men and three women, the man was wearing a melon skin hat, dressed neatly, Qian Wugua talked to them a few words, it turned out to be a merchant who went to Kanto to sell medicinal materials. The remaining three women curled up in the corner, two of them cowered, and they didn't dare to make contact with Zhang Jialin, but the young woman who was left holding the child was quite bold, glancing at them from time to time, and the little boy in her arms was even more monkey spirit, staring at the steamed beef that the guy sent to Zhang Jialin and them, her fingers were at the corners of her mouth, and she looked salivating.

"Little one, where is your hometown?" Qian gourd poured a burnt knife, tore off a large piece of beef, and shook it at the little boy. Along the way, they have met a lot of homeless people who drag their children and daughters, but seeing that the young woman is good-looking, he has the heart to tease, but there is no other meaning.

The young woman looked at the thirty years, but the little boy was only three or four years old, and he was bold, and before the young woman could react, she had already broken out of her arms, and swooped to the front of the money gourd, snatched the beef and stuffed it into her mouth, his mother was angry, and came over and slapped him twice on the buttocks, and said hatefully: "Who told you to ask for other people's things?" Didn't I tell you a long time ago, 'The incorruptible will not be fed by the spurs......"

"What do you mean by that? We're not bad people......"

Qian Wugua didn't finish a sentence, and was interrupted by the young woman: "The bad guy and the good guy are not written on their faces, their eyes are frivolous, their demeanor is obscene, and they are not good people at first glance...... Do you still eat? Is the starving ghost reincarnated? Why am I so miserable, giving birth to such a shameless evil seed as you, and your father's face has made you lose it! ”

The latter words were addressed to the little boy, and as she spoke, the young woman snatched the beef from the little boy's hand, threw it at the feet of the money gourd, and dragged him back to sit back down.

The little boy didn't cry, he didn't make a fuss, he didn't argue, but his eyes lit up, and his eyes circled around the piece of beef.

Chun Xing was annoyed and angry, and the fire slammed up, okay, Lao Qian was kind enough to give you something to eat, but we have become bad people, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, this girl has lived so much, and she has not suffered this kind of pickled anger.

But before she had a seizure, Zhang Jialin reached out and grabbed her: "Forget it, men and women don't kiss, it's because we are rude first, we shouldn't look at it randomly, this lady, here, Xiaosheng will compensate you first, we are also from a good family, but I just look at the little guy cute, take a few more looks, I don't want to be misunderstood by you, I'm sorry." "A three- or four-year-old baby, a mother in her thirties, is already very strange.

As the so-called indecent disrespect, it may seem very funny to future generations, but now it is a great defense of famous religions, and negligence cannot be done.

Zhang Jialin dressed up as a son-in-law, her face was dark, it was not surprising to see, but now her words were sincere and her attitude was sincere, and the young woman's guard suddenly relaxed a lot, and she was faintly embarrassed, but she didn't say anything, and she was stubborn when she thought about it.

Zhang Jiali thought about Zhang You, and ran around for another day, naturally refusing to meet the young woman in general, seeing that a small conflict was eliminated by her own words, fatigue came up, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep while eating carelessly. Qian Wugua had the heart to reason with the young woman, but when she saw Zhang Jialin's appearance, she lost her confidence, and no longer bothered with the mother and son, so she drank the beef and drank stuffy wine.

The two sellers of medicinal herbs watched on the wall, and they didn't interject after a sentence, and they were very indifferent.

There is no way, if today's singing and dancing are leveling on the surface, in fact, there are many homeless people, the dark tide is surging, and those who are away from home are not willing to look for trouble.

The woodshed finally quieted down, and it didn't take long for the running hall to lead four ragged men and women into the door, three old ladies and an old man, all around sixty years old.

This time, the small firewood shed is lively.

Zhang Jialin and they had to move in, they were originally far away from the mother and son, but now it is good, it has become the opposite side, and the feet are stretched longer, so that they can touch each other's feet.

The little guy who was born was also uneasy, he had to pull for a while to pee, and from time to time he was still making noise about feeding, and the young woman was not persuaded or not, and he was annoyed, so he would inevitably slap him a few times on his buttocks, but he was tired of beating, and the little guy didn't care about it, and still went his own way.

Last year, when there was a great drought in Gyeonggi, the old people were all refugees fleeing the famine, leaving their hometowns and begging along the road, sighing and telling about the difficulties of life, and no one cared about the noise of the little guys. Qian Wugua is a belly of heart, and Shicai was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs by the young woman, and she couldn't help but look gloomy, but Zhang Jialin's master and servant, who was very tired, leaned against the wall and snored slightly.

Qian gourd don't look at the age, but he was born with a white face, and he has been running at sea for many years, and he has an indescribable bearing, and the young woman secretly paid some attention to him, and when she saw him with a cold and impatient expression on his face, she suddenly became angry, and only talked to the old men and old ladies next to him, and occasionally disciplined the little guy, so she ignored him.

But the little guy is just a naughty age, the young woman does not allow him to go out of the firewood shed and is blind in it, he doesn't recognize life at all, the young woman beats and scolds and scolds, there is no way to take him.

In the end, the young woman didn't pay attention, and the little guy actually climbed to the big * leg of Qian Wugua, shook his knees and called out milkily, "Daddy." ”

Hearing him shout like this, the people in the firewood shed were stunned at first, and then the corners of the two old ladies' mouths twitched, and they held back their laughter, but the two sellers of medicinal herbs laughed out loud, and they were around, and people suddenly laughed, and the young woman's face was red, and she dragged the little guy over, but the little guy refused to give up, and still shook her two little arms and called the money gourd Daddy.

Qian Wugua was happy and said with a smile: "Little guy, we are not your father, we ......"

"Your father died a long time ago, besides, is your father's face as white as his?" The young woman was ashamed to hit the wall, poking the little guy's head with her fingers hatefully, and at the same time taking the white money gourd.