To be honest, until he crossed the threshold, Cheng Xiaotian didn't figure out where "our family" was, he just followed the horse's ass all the way, and didn't dare to raise his head at all. When he realized that he had finally entered the house, he quickly turned around and closed the door, and inserted the latch with his hand.

"Old woman, I'll take our son back!" The old man led the horse out of the back door and shouted in the backyard, while Cheng Xiaotian stood in the house and watched.

The room was dark, the only window was nailed by a few broken wooden boards, and only a few rays of sunlight filtered in through the cracks, reflecting a speck of dust. As for the degree of mess, it was beyond Cheng Xiaotian's imagination, the whole room exuded a choking musty smell, and there were ......

Ahh

After sneezing heavily, Cheng Xiaotian immediately concluded that in some corner, there must be a rotting dead rat hidden.

The discovery made him creepy, and after a second, he turned around and pulled the latch off, opened the door and prepared to escape. It's so terrifying here, even if it's a sea of swords and fires outside, you have to kill it!

That's when ......

"Son! My son! ”

A kind female voice came from behind him, and Cheng Xiaotian paused and froze against the door panel. This voice is really like my own mother! At this moment, time passed, and he seemed to have returned to his own house, and was about to steal out to play, when he was stopped by his mother from behind.

Cheng Xiaotian, who hadn't seen his parents for a long time, immediately moistened his eyes.

Finally, a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, and Cheng Xiaotian turned around suddenly, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see the woman clearly.

Rubbing her eyes indiscriminately, a middle-aged woman with a haggard appearance fell into view, she had brown messy hair, blue eyes, and two tear streaks snaked down her eyelids, washing the stains on her face out of two furrows.

"You've lost weight...... the woman said, shaking her head, and after speaking, she raised her hand and stroked Cheng Xiaotian's cheek.

I can't say why, Cheng Xiaotian didn't dodge the palm with a hint of stink, and let the woman touch it. The palms of the hands are very hot, the skin is very rough, and the "rustle" sound on the face is strangely comfortable......

The old man on the side tugged at her sleeve and reminded: "Don't talk patronizingly, my son is rushing all the way home, he must be hungry, go cook!"

The woman came to her senses, dragged Cheng Xiaotian to the dining table and sat down hard, took a deep look at it again, and went to the backyard with a smile.

"Let your mom make you a good meal!" The old man said coaxingly, and after speaking, he sat down on Cheng Xiaotian's side and looked at him silly.

Cheng Xiaotian returned an ugly smile and sat upright.

"Old man, go get a bucket of water." There was a woman's cry in the backyard, and the old man answered, turned out a broken wooden barrel from the corner, and looked at Cheng Xiaotian and went out.

Cheng Xiaotian wanted to leave at this time, but he only felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step at all. At this point, he planned to eat this lunch before going to the tax office.

After a while, the old man came back with a bucket full of water, and spilled it into the door, the water was clear and thorough, and contained a faint aura.

The town of Sweet Water Well is named after the well, and all the daily water in the town is drawn from that well, which is indeed good, not only sweet in taste, but also has the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life.

Sending the water to the backyard kitchen, the old man immediately came back to sit with him, Cheng Xiaotian simply closed his eyes and breathed with a burning gaze.

After another twenty minutes the woman came in with a clay tray and said, "Old man, go and bring your son's butter."

With that, she placed the clay plate on the dining table, and in it were two slices of hot black bread, which exuded the smell of wheat. Cheng Xiaotian ate this for the first meal after coming here, it felt good, and he picked up a slice and nibbled on it immediately.

"Don't!" At this time, the old man rushed to stop him, snatched the bread, and put the tin can he was holding in his arms on the table.

Blowing away the dust on the jar, the old man opened the lid, Cheng Xiaotian peeked at it, and his stomach suddenly churned. I couldn't see what was in the jar at all, but the layer of green hair on it could be seen clearly......

"It's okay, it's okay, just scrape it off." The old man muttered, shaving the green fur with a wooden spoon.

He seemed to cherish this aged butter very much, and he was reluctant to waste a little, so he scraped very shallowly, in Cheng Xiaotian's opinion, that action was not called scraping, but stirring, stirring, and finally stirring out a can of two-color inter-layer pork belly oil......

"Wipe it on, wipe it evenly." The old man muttered and smeared oil on the bread, Cheng Xiaotian's face turned pale, trembling all over, and his stomach turned upside down.

"Okay!" The old man wiped it evenly, and handed it over: "Your favorite, eat it while it's hot."

This time, Cheng Xiaotian did not hesitate, raised the bright wood staff and poked it, skewered the piece of bread on the staff and ran away, leaving only one sentence: "I have a task, I will come back later, I will take the bread to eat."

slammed the door open, Cheng Xiaotian rushed to the street, holding his stomach and vomiting. Stomach acid and bile mixed with saliva, the amount is amazing, squirting out a foot away, spectacular! There was a little boy standing across the street, and he was sprayed right now, like washing his face......

"Sir, is there anything wrong with you?" The little boy didn't dare to move, and asked timidly.

Cheng Xiaotian realized that he was in trouble, and after a closer look, he had seen this little boy, the young man from Byron's grain store.

"Sir, I'm fine, just go wash your face." The little boy saw that Cheng Xiaotian was a little at a loss, but comforted him with kind words, and saw the bread on the skewer as he spoke, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Sir, your bread seems to be dirty, I don't know if you still eat it......"

When Cheng Xiaotian heard him say this, he naturally glanced at the bread again, his stomach began to churn again, and he shook his head in a hurry.

The little boy snatched the bread, held it on his chest and bowed deeply to Cheng Xiaotian: "Thank you, sir."

After that, the little boy ran towards the sweet water well in the middle of the street, obviously to fetch water to wash his face, and couldn't help but take a big sip on the way.

Vomit!

Cheng Xiaotian finally vomited again......

It wasn't until he couldn't vomit that he blew the bubbles in his mouth and straightened up with difficulty. I saw two facades on the opposite side, on the right is "Byron Liang Stack", on the left is the sweet water well tax office that I am looking for, and my emotional "own home" is opposite the tax office.

Wiping his chin, Cheng Xiaotian stepped forward and pushed the door open, but as soon as the door opened, a snowy gun head stretched out from the inside and pressed against his chest.

"Who? Which troops! An orc soldier held a spear and shouted loudly at Cheng Xiaotian, his eyes full of vigilance.

Cheng Xiaotian was about to explain, when a tired voice came from the room: "He's my subordinate Eddie Murphy, let him in."

Cheng Xiaotian was almost happy when he heard this, this voice was familiar to him, it belonged to an orc named Kundula, and it was said that he had now been promoted to the rank of governor. Unexpectedly, this old bastard who didn't have any skills, not only did not die on the front line, but actually escaped here.

"Come on in." After receiving Kundula's order, the soldier collected the spear and tilted his head, and Cheng Xiaotian dodged and squeezed in.

The soldier poked his head out vigilantly and patrolled the street, retracted and closed the door.