Chapter 82

After all, in the past, every time Qin Jiujiu saw his grandmother putting ginseng tablets in his father's mouth, he would curse his father to die quickly, saying that it was useless for him to live and it would cost money, but it was better to die.

So now the shock in Jiang Qingye's heart can't be described in words.

Passing by the big restaurant.

Qin Jiujiu raised his eyebrows, "Are you hungry?" ”

Jiang Qingye only glanced at it, and immediately shook his head, "If you are hungry, I can go to the steamed bun stall to buy you a few meat buns to eat, don't go to the restaurant, it's so expensive, although it is said that it is sold for a little money, but I can't bear the number of our family, and I have to save money." ”

The little boy's mother-in-law looks like a housekeeper's mother-in-law.

Qin Jiujiu smiled.

gave him a few copper plates, "Then you go buy a few buns, I'll go to the front to buy grain and grass for Uncle Guo's house, and then you can go there to find me." ”

Jiang Qingye: "Hey! ”

The two are separated here.

Qin Jiujiu had just finished buying grain and grass, piled up the grain and grass on a donkey cart, and tied it firmly with a rope from front to back.

That's when —

I don't know where two rows of soldiers appeared, with soldiers written in the middle of the official uniforms, holding a promotion stick, searching for something.

People dodged.

The child was so frightened that he cried.

There is a timid shopkeeper who has hung up a wooden sign that he is out of business and is about to close.

The seller picked up the flat shoulder and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the soldiers, and no one could move, and they wanted to search their bodies.

An official on a tall horse said as he walked, "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a search for a murderer throughout the whole process, and you will naturally be let go after the innocent search......

Qin Jiu stood anxiously in place, tiptoeing to look at the place where the steamed buns were sold.

I wonder what happened to the boss?

"My mother is there, I just bought buns for my mother."

Hearing Jiang Qingye's voice, Qin Jiujiu immediately waved his hand, "Official, it's my child, it's my child." ”

The official asked Jiang Qingye to come over, and Jiang Qingye held the bun and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Qin Jiujiu shook his head.

The people in front passed by one by one, and Qin Jiu led the donkey cart to advance with the large army.

to them.

The official used a stick to stir the fish in the bucket, and the little fish fled one after another, and the angry Qin Jiujiu almost rolled his eyes.

Then pull out the broadsword from your waist.

Qin Jiujiu immediately pulled Jiang Qingye away, and watched as the official stabbed the grain and grass a few times with a knife before letting go, "Let's go, let's go." ”

Check them one by one.

A little bit of movement.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Jiujiu finally saw the city gate, and they lined up to pass by the city gate for inspection, and they could go home.

At this moment, someone suddenly wanted to rush out of the search of the officers and soldiers and ran towards the city gate.

All the officials quickly caught up, and the narrow streets were quickly crowded, and Qin Jiujiu's donkey cart almost fell on the roads on both sides.

All of a sudden, people turned on their backs, and the chaos was terrible.

After pressing the person to the ground, he found out that he was selling smuggled salt.

At this moment, Qin Jiujiu turned his head and suddenly found that something was wrong with his own grain and grass.

She chuckled inwardly.

Quickly move to the back.

Gently peeled off the grain and grass, and saw a foot coldly.

Moment.

The blood in the whole body flowed backwards, and the brain was full of Qin Jiujiu's brain.

She was dumbfounded.

At this time, from the inspection of the city gate, there was only one picker in front.

It's time to pick up the goods......

They were inspecting the big bamboo baskets at both ends of the pickers' flat arms, carefully tightening, and picking out the tattered quilts in the bamboo baskets that were padded under the big red dates.

Qin Jiujiu's hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

If she had reported it automatically, would she have escaped?

"The back, the back, what are you grinding? Come here—"

The officers and soldiers pointed at Qin Jiujiu and roared rudely.

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