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Although the storyteller was extremely resentful, his thin arms twisted his thick thighs, and he reluctantly took out the few copper plates from his sleeves, trembling his hands, and handed them over silently. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lai Bahaha laughed, took it in his hand shamelessly, and then came to the innermost stall, glared at the little girl who was setting up the stall, and roared: "Do you little girl understand the rules? Without Lao Tzu's permission, who let you set up a stall here? ”

Seeing this, the two idlers who followed behind him stepped forward without saying a word, and kicked the little girl's stall far away, and the vegetables in it were scattered all over the ground, and then snatched the three copper boys in the little girl's hand, and roared: "Get out!" ”

Although the little girl looked scared, she didn't mean to roll, but stepped forward and grabbed the idle man's hand and cried: "This is the money for my mother's medical treatment, you can't take it, you can't take it!" ”

Seeing this, the idler blushed and snorted coldly: "It's for your mother's treatment, not for my mother's family, what are you doing here?" If you don't let go, be careful that Lao Tzu kicks you into the sea! ”

At this point, the little girl shook her arm hard, and the little girl was unsteady on her feet, and suddenly fell to the ground, and sat there crying silently, looking particularly helpless with tears in her eyes.

Even children bully this world, which is really not a human way, out of sympathy for the weak, those small merchants and peddlers finally broke out in silence and blamed one after another.

Seeing the passion of the group, Lai Ba suddenly opened his leopard eyes and shouted: "What's wrong?" Want to fight? If you are not afraid of death, come over and fight with Lao Tzu, and then twitter like this, and double the money tomorrow! ”

The consequence of doubling the money is not something that these bitter small traders and vendors in front of them can afford, just now it was like beating chicken blood, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a frosty eggplant, all of them were silent, and no one dared to say more than half a word.

Whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, Song Xing hated this kind of scoundrel in every way, seeing this scene, a wave of anger instantly burned in his chest, and he was about to step forward to fight the grievances, when a strong hand suddenly stretched out behind him and pulled him down.

A deep voice sounded in his ears, "Baby, this is the famous land scoundrel of Penglai Pavilion, just like Lei Batian, who is fighting for life and death in Daoyu Village, they are just two dogs raised by Miao Fulin, you little baby doesn't know how powerful it is, or cause less trouble." ”

It was Uncle Tian who spoke, don't look at Uncle Tian's age, but his strength was not old at all, and his hand was like an iron hoop, so that Song Xing couldn't break free, so he had to watch the three scoundrels go away in shame.

After Uncle Tian saw the three of them walking away, he let go of Song Xing, came to the little girl, handed over all the only thirty or so copper coins on his body to the little girl, and said in a harmonious voice: "Little girl, don't be sad, you can take this money to your mother's medical treatment." ”

Good deeds are always touching, Uncle Tian's actions immediately won the applause of the house, and many people present have donated money, you and I have an article, and soon the little girl burst into tears and laughed, and kept saying words of thanks.

Even the storyteller took out a few copper coins from the soles of his shoes and handed them over, and the smell suddenly attracted laughter from the whole house, "Okay, you Qin Xiucai, you actually hid your private money in the soles of your shoes, do your tigresses know about this?" ”

Xiucai was not famous in the Song Dynasty, but just an honorific title for scholars, so Qin Xiucai's face was a little red, and his expression was extremely unnatural, just thinking about helping the little girl, but he forgot this key point.

Song Xing saw this, he was really a little ridiculous, mixed tastes, just now these people, when facing bullies, they were so pitiful that no one sympathized, but now when they face a little girl who is weaker than themselves, they can show such a cute side.

Watching and helping each other is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation.

Song Xing was very happy to see this touching scene, looking at these simple and almost cowardly people in front of him, Song Xing suddenly felt a little sour on his nose, and suddenly felt that he should do something for them, so he decided to come to Penglai Pavilion tomorrow to tell a story.

Uncle Tian saw that Song Xing's expression was uncertain, and he was afraid that he would cause some trouble, so he immediately pulled him to the place where the cattle were tethered, and said, "Baby, let's go back to the mountain, right?" Although the food at the uncle's house is not delicious, at least it can fill the stomach! ”

"Uncle, what are you talking about?" Song Xing shook his head and smiled, "The food at Uncle's house is not only delicious, but also very delicious. But uncle, if you don't like to hear something from your old man, no matter how fragrant other people's food is, it's not as good as self-reliance. ”

Self-reliance, abundant food and clothing. Song Xing was born and grew up under the red flag, although he is now thousands of years away and cannot see the red flag, but the teachings of the old man dare not forget.

"Okay, the baby is really ambitious!" As soon as Song Xing's words fell, Uncle Tian immediately clapped his hands, carefully looked at the baby in front of him, and said affirmatively for a long time, "The baby is really ambitious, and the uncle is not wrong." ”

Song Xing smiled, when thousands of troops crossed the single-plank bridge, he was also bloody and killed, if he came to this thousand years ago, he would have to rely on alms to beg for food, and he was embarrassed to face his alma mater and Jiangdong's fathers when he said it.

His eyes slowly swept over the woody Dengzhou Mansion, and he asked for advice: "If there is nothing else to do, uncle, why don't you take me around this Dengzhou Mansion, maybe the opportunity is here inadvertently?" ”

Uncle Tian didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled, stretched out his hand to pat the ox cart, and motioned for him to stop talking nonsense and hurry up. Song Xing was not polite, jumped directly into the ox cart, and habitually reached out to take the water bamboo strips in his hand.

With the experience of the last time, Uncle Tian naturally avoided his outstretched little hand, and did not give him the water and bamboo strips, but just let him sit well, and the dirty work such as driving the car was still done by his Uncle Tian.

Ox carts creak through the streets of Dengzhou Mansion, and the crooked wheels leave two very irregular marks on the dirt street, adding a unique scenery to this lazy city.

Although Dengzhou Mansion is not big, there are several pawnshops, each of which has a good business, and there are many people in and out, which also confirms from the side that the Great Song Dynasty is not as prosperous as they imagined.

Of course, prosperity is also relative, if compared with the contemporaneous Europe, one is heaven, the other is hell, at that time the Great Song Dynasty fire tree silver flower, at that time Europe was still living in the branches.

When passing by the largest pawnshop in Dengzhou Mansion, "Heshengtang", Song Xing's face suddenly showed a strange smile, "Uncle, stop the ox cart, I will go into the pawnshop and take a look, see if I can treat myself!" ”

"This pawnshop is all treated as a dead thing, how can there be a reason to be a living thing, let alone that you are a human and not a living thing." Uncle Tian looked at Song Xing very strangely, only thinking that he was joking, and did not stop the ox cart according to his words.

The speed of the ox cart is very slow, far less than that of modern bicycles, and there is no height, Song Xing didn't think about it, got up and jumped off the ox cart, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are waiting outside, I will go in and treat myself as such." ”

"Why is this baby unreliable?" Uncle Tian sighed, parked the ox cart next to him, and followed him into the pawnshop, seeing that Song Xing was lining up behind, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and pulled him up and said, "Baby, let's go back?" ”

Song Xing looked at Uncle Tian with an anxious look with a smile in his eyes, and did not speak, he didn't want to reason with Uncle Tian about the feasibility of this plan in front of everyone.

The shopkeeper is a thin old man in his fifties, with a wisp of goatee, who doesn't look like a shopkeeper, but has the style of Liu Banxian, and keeps shouting there with a thin voice: a pile of torn clothes, a piece of rotten clothes, how much money is said.

Finally, it was Song Xing's turn, standing in front of the counter, neither saying a word, but the shopkeeper saw this, so he had to half lean over, half poke his head, and said a little impatiently: "Little brother, if you want to be, don't block the people behind if you don't do it." ”

"Who said I wasn't right, I'm here to be my own, shopkeeper, see how much I can be?" Song Xing blinked his eyes flexibly, looking at the shopkeeper with a smile, serious and authentic.