Zheng Quan looked at the person kneeling in front of him with a little headache.

It's just a bowl of porridge, even if it's a life-saving grace, you don't have to sell yourself? This is a slave, but it's a matter of generations. But he knew that now was not the time to dwell on that. Then he said: "You get up first, it just so happens that they are too busy over there, you go to help, and other things will be talked about later." ”

"Yes, Childe. Liang Da stood up respectfully.

The housekeeper shouted: "Childe asked you to come and help? It's also hot here, see that you are thinly dressed, and when you are done, go to the carriage and get the quilt covering the porridge." ”

"Okay. Liang Da agreed, and hurried over there to help with the porridge.

The large beach outside the east gate was already crowded with people at this time. And all the people inside and outside the city rushed here. Horse-drawn carts brought large vats of porridge over, and then distributed them one by one.

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"Mother, they are all going to drink horn porridge, what do you say is the taste of horn porridge? Can it be blown off?" Cao'er asked her mother innocently, her little nose inhaled and inhaled, smelling the smell wafting in the air.

Cao'er's family fled the famine. Where did it come from, Cao'er, who had just turned five, didn't know, but knew that he was tired of walking along the way, and his father carried it on his back.

But then her father disappeared, and her mother continued to carry her. She asked her father where she had gone, and her mother said that she would go and find them something to eat, and that it would take a long time for her to come back. But Cao'er heard behind someone's back that his father went with others to grab food, was beaten to death, and hung on the wall.

Cao'er didn't know what it was like to hang on the wall, so she thought about waiting for her father to come back and ask him if it was fun to hang on the wall.

After arriving here, she lived in a shack with her mother. At the beginning, my mother went out early every day, and when she came back, she could always bring her half a steamed bun or a little leftovers or something. But then when my mother came back, she was covered in scars, and she lay down for two days and then went out, bringing less and less things with her. Cao'er doesn't care how much she eats, although she is very hungry, Cao'er just wants her mother to accompany her. Because every time her mother leaves, the people nearby look at the grass, and that look makes her afraid.

Once, when her mother was about to go out, Cao'er hugged her mother's leg and told her that she was afraid of those eyes. The mother hugged the grass and cried loudly, which frightened the grass. It's the first time Cao'er heard her mother cry like this.

Later, when the mother and mother went out with grass, they went to the back door of a restaurant early to wait, and when they poured swill, they went to grab it. Cao'er didn't dare to step forward, so she hid far away, watching her mother go crazy to grab half a steamed bun, being dragged by her hair and kicked on the ground, and her mother held the steamed bun and didn't let go.

Every time they grabbed food, the mother ate half of it, and secretly hid half of it in the haystack.

But a while ago, my mother was kicked in the back, and my mother couldn't get up, and her things were snatched away.

The mother said that she would get well soon, and asked Cao'er to take out the food from the haystack and eat a little every day.

The mother also said that she could not let others know that her mother was injured, otherwise someone would come and take away their food.

The grass didn't dare to go out. But there was no more food in the haystack.

The mother rarely eats, saying that she is not hungry when she lies down.

Yesterday there was no food in the haystack, Cao'er didn't eat for a day, my mother fell asleep all day, and when I woke up in the evening, I asked Cao'er, and Cao'er said that she had eaten.

"Do you want to drink trumpet porridge?" Cao'er leaned in front of her mother.

The mother opened her eyes and looked at the grass.

"Mother-in-law also wants to drink?" Cao'er looked at the mother-in-law who woke up with some joy.

The mother nodded.

"Mother, would you like to ask for some grass?"

The mother nodded again.

Cao'er carefully dragged the broken break on her mother's body. Then he picked up his own pottery bowl, thought about it, and changed it to the big pottery bowl that his father used to use, and went out with it.

It's full of people outside, so many, so many. They are so happy, everyone is drinking porridge, the porridge is so fragrant, it makes the grass drool when it smells from afar.

Cao'er held the big bowl, but she didn't know where the porridge was, and looked at others with blank eyes.

A kind grandfather asked her to follow the platoon.

There was a long queue, and Cao'er watched someone walk slowly with porridge, for fear of spilling a drop. Take a sip gently, ah, it must be very fragrant!

Liang Da looked at the little girl in front of him, who was not yet as tall as the porridge jar, holding a large pottery bowl with a gap in both hands, and looked at him with blank eyes. That look looked like his girl who died young.

Liang Da scooped up a large spoonful of thick porridge and gently put it into the little girl's bowl.

The little girl carefully brought the bowl to her face, and blew hot air into the bowl with her little mouth, like an adult. Xiaozui leaned to the edge of the bowl, and was about to take a sip, when he suddenly thought of something, retracted his face, smiled at Liang, turned around and walked back with the bowl tremblingly.

Liang Da only felt something gushing out of his eyes, and he reached out to wipe it off. He knew that this little girl might not survive this winter, but he didn't know if he could get by! Thinking of this, he exclaimed, "Next!"

Cao'er held the bowl, and I really wanted to quickly serve the porridge to my mother, such a big bowl, my mother would definitely not be able to drink it. But I can't walk fast with a bowl, and I can't afford to spill a drop of grass.

Slowly, it's coming, it's coming.

"Mother, the porridge is here, the horn porridge is here. "Cao'er is so happy, this is the first time that Cao'er has brought food back to her mother.

On the haystack, the mother lay there with a pale face, not moving. Cao'er shouted twice, but her mother slept so soundly that Cao'er couldn't wake up. But this porridge is going to be cold!

Cao'er looked at the slightly steaming porridge and wanted to take a sip, but her mother would get better after drinking it, right? Before falling asleep, Cao'er seemed to hear a sigh.

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On the morning of the ninth day of the lunar month, a trading company called "Dahemeng" continued to give porridge outside the eastern city, and it gave more than yesterday.

At noon, a piece of news circulated in the capital that the fairy-like "Heavenly Son" Li Wuwu went to Acacia Lake.

Some people celebrate, some people secretly say pity, some people are indignant, and some people are noncommittal.

Because, "The Wind Flowers, Snow and the Moon Never Sleep" is the Acacia Lake, and the "Heavenly Prince" has entered this ten zhang soft red, will it still be the "Heavenly Prince" in the future?

The answer came quickly.

In the evening, the largest Qinlou painting boat on Acacia Lake, "Deyue Fang", came out with the news that "Tiangongzi" played a song for the Oiran of Deyue Boat with incense, and received a reward of 1,000 taels of silver, all of which were handed over to the "Dahe League" to buy grain and porridge. Then he exchanged a pair of handwritten couplets "Deyue Boat in the world, gentle township in the common people" in exchange for the Acacia Lake Qinlou joint soup porridge for ten days and the conditions of living alone on the top floor of the "Deyue Fang".

On the ninth night of the lunar month, snowflakes drifted in the sky, but there was no time in this capital as warm as it is now.