If this news is not true, it doesn't matter if he took the wrong road, but it means that Wen Jin's time is one less day. Where can he afford to delay?

No, no, no, it can't be fake, didn't the woman who sold the flowers say that if anyone came to buy those four numbers of flowers, it would be a tael of silver?

How can there be such a coincidence, just such a few numbers?

It's not so much that he's convincing himself, it's that he's finding a little more comfort for himself.

When I was upset, my sleeves were pulled.

Huangfu Jingchen looked back, but he didn't see anyone.

He looked down at his sleeves, only to find a little beggar standing beside him, the little beggar was thin and small, with a yellow face and thin muscles, two eyes looking at him timidly, his hands were full of mud, and the moment he pulled his sleeve just now, there were a few black fingerprints on his sleeve.

Huangfu Jingchen looked at him.

Although he was changing into clothes for the isolation point, when he went to the mayor's mansion and was about to go out, he was stopped by Jiang Ning, who suggested that he change into the coarse cloth green clothes, how could he have any thoughts. But when Jiang Ning was preparing for the horse, he also brought his clothes by the way, reminding him that even when he went out to run errands, sometimes clothes were also the factor that determined success or failure.

When Huangfu Jingchen heard this, he immediately went to change.

At this moment, the moon-white brocade robe, the black fingerprints on the shirt are so obvious.

When the little beggar saw that he was in trouble, he was very frightened, and unconsciously retreated, looking at Huangfu Jingchen's eyes full of panic.

Huangfu Jingchen's face slowed down, and he said softly: "What's the matter with you?" ”

Probably seeing that his tone was gentle, not like he was about to get angry, the little beggar pursed his lips and said timidly: "Uncle, I'm hungry, I want to ...... Order something to eat! ”

Huangfu Jingchen sighed, all living beings are in different situations, under the rule of the emperor's grandfather, although the people are now living in peace, there are still many people who can't eat.

He was worried about Wen Jin's condition, although he was worried and expectant; This little beggar is so young that he can't even eat, so isn't he worried? He begged for himself, and he also looked forward to it.

Huangfu Jingchen looked left and right, and saw a stall selling steamed buns in front of the right, and the stall owner was taking a drawer of steamed buns out of the cage, steaming, and the aroma wafted over, even he felt hungry.

He said, "Come with me!" ”

When the stall owner saw Huangfu Jingchen, he immediately smiled all over his face: "Does the son buy steamed buns?" ”

Huangfu Jingchen said: "Let's take a drawer first!" ”

The stall owner was very happy, and immediately brought up a hot drawer of steamed buns, white flour steamed buns, a total of ten in one drawer. Huangfu Jingchen took one and motioned for the little beggar to eat it too.

The little beggar looked at him timidly, and under his encouraging eyes, he took one, and the steamed bun was still steaming, and the two black fingerprints on it were especially obvious.

The little beggar stuffed the steamed bun whole into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it desperately, choking so much that he rolled his eyes.

Huangfu Jingchen turned his head and said to the stall owner: "Have a glass of water!" While patting the little beggar on the back, he gave him a good breath.

When the water came, Huangfu Jingchen handed the cup to the little beggar: "Drink saliva!" ”

The little beggar drank the water, and finally swallowed the steamed bun, and Huangfu Jingchen took another one and handed it to him, and said gently: "Eat slowly, don't choke, these are all yours, not enough to buy them for you!" ”

Choking just now, the little beggar ate more slowly this time, but it was only a comparison. Huangfu Jingchen said softly: "How long has it been since I eaten?" ”

The little beggar whispered, "It's been three days! ”

"Do you have any relatives?"

The little beggar shook his head blankly.

Seeing that Huangfu Jingchen was dressed and behaved extraordinarily, the steamed bun stall owner smiled half flatteringly and half enthusiastically: "Son, you don't know, this little black head is an orphan, no father, no mother, no relatives." ”

Huangfu Jingchen said: "Your name is Little Blackhead?" Are you eight years old? ”

The beggar little black head tried to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth and said, "I'm eleven years old!" ”

Huangfu Jingchen was very surprised, looking at his thin and small appearance, he didn't expect that he was already eleven years old. Probably because of the long-term malnutrition, he was much younger than children of the same age.

The little black head simply ate all nine steamed buns, and his little belly was swollen. Huangfu Jingchen ate one, although he hadn't eaten anything since the morning, but where did he feel hungry?

If you have something in your heart, how can you remember this?

Now, if he hadn't waited for the Shadow Pavilion disciple to contact him, he wouldn't even have the heart to sit in this place.

Huangfu Jingchen asked, "Little black head, have you eaten enough?" ”

The little black head nodded, and Huangfu Jingchen beckoned to the owner of the steamed bun shop and asked him, "You sell steamed buns here every day?" ”

"Yes, Childe!"

Huangfu Jingchen took out an ingot of ten taels of silver, pointed to the little black head, and said, "Give him ten steamed buns a day, how long can you eat them?" ”

The owner of the steamed bun shop opened his eyes wide, this is silver, and it is a whole ingot of silver, it is rare to see in ordinary times, he sells fifteen drawers a day for half a year, if he can earn ten taels, then the business is very good.

He thought about it, as long as ten a day, I'm afraid I can't eat it for more than seven years? However, he turned his gaze, secretly cunning, and said, "You can eat it for three years!" ”

Huangfu Jingchen was indifferent and said: "If it's three years, give him twenty a day!" ”

The owner of the steamed bun shop was stunned, this son looked young, but he was not very easy to fool, but think about it, these ten taels of silver can be eaten for more than seven years, three years, twenty a day, and he still earns it. At the moment, he smiled and said: "Good son! ”

Huangfu Jingchen looked at his eyes narrowed with joy, held the silver in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, here are ten taels of silver, buy this boss's steamed bun for the little black head for three years." In the past three years, the little black head can come here to get twenty steamed buns every day! Witness, everyone! ”

The stall owners' eyes when they looked at the steamed bun stall owners were suddenly full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and they all said, "Childe is really kind." The little black head, this little outcast, can be regarded as meeting a good person. ”

"It's okay, this kid is always stealing chickens and dogs on our side, and Childe has done a good thing!"

"Lao Li is lucky, and he earned ten taels at once."

The little black head understood, and he asked Huangfu Jingchen with big eyes: "Thank you, Childe, what is your name?" I'll give you back the money later!" ”

Huangfu Jingchen smiled: "I don't need you to pay it back, there is only so much I can help you!" It's not that he doesn't want to give the silver directly to the little black head and let him buy it for himself. But an eleven-year-old child, who looked only about eight years old because of long-term hunger and malnutrition, was so weak that giving him money would have hurt him.

The little black head said very persistently: "Childe, I am poor now, but I will definitely be able to earn silver in the future." You tell me your name, and I'll look for you later! ”

Huangfu Jingchen looked at the firmness in the eyes of this little child unexpectedly, and he said casually: "My name is Huang Zheng!" ”