What's going on? ”

Song Qingyuan was startled, stabilized his figure, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and looked out.

I saw that on the wide street, passers-by stopped one after another, stretched out their fingers and pointed.

In the middle of the street, a woman covered her legs and screamed.

"Ouch! Ouch! Oh my legs! ”

"Is my leg broken, it hurts! It hurts! ”

Song Qingyuan's eyes froze, this is ...... Bumped into someone?

"Girl, no, no, I didn't hit it!"

The coachman was so anxious that his face was flushed, and he waved his hand again and again and hurriedly explained, "It's really not me!" ”

"It was she who came running over out of nowhere, and I had pulled the reins, and I ...... I didn't mean to! ”

"Did you hit it, or didn't you hit it?" Song Qingyuan's face was serious, and he asked in a deep voice.

"This ......," replied the coachman, opening his mouth, hesitantly, uncertainly, "probably hit...... Maybe it didn't hit ......."

"When she came running, I was just pulling the reins and not paying attention to the front."

"When the carriage stops, she's ...... That's it! ”

Touch porcelain!

Modern people play the trick of laziness.

Song Qingyuan understands in seconds!

"What's wrong, Yuan'er?"

The people in the carriage stepped forward and asked.

"Maybe I ran into someone." Song Qingyuan replied in a low voice.

Holding his hand on the edge of the carriage, he jumped down lightly.

With San Lang, Shen Biqing and the others walked over and asked in a low voice, "It's okay to send you to the hospital, I'll pay for all the expenses?" ”

Hearing this, the woman glanced at Song Qingyuan and did not answer.

He just covered his leg vigorously and said, "It hurts!" Hurt! Hurt! ”

"My leg hurts and I can't move, I can't do this job!"

"How can I live if I don't make money!"

"I'm old and young, and my family is waiting for me to earn this little salary!"

"Ouch! Hurt...... It hurts me! ”

When the people around heard this, they vied with each other to persuade him, "Go to the hospital and have a look, don't sit down and get sick."

"If this leg is broken, it will be a trouble in the future!"

"Yes, not only can't you work, but you have to be served, who can afford this common people's family!"

"If my leg is broken, I will definitely not be able to work for a while, so I should give some compensation, but I can't just pay for the treatment."

The sound of shouting "compensation" came into Song Qingyuan's ears wave after wave.

"This ......" Song Qingyuan bent down, deliberately showing a panicked look.

As if he had never encountered the situation in front of him, he was at a loss, and there was a trace of worry between his eyebrows.

Xiu frowned slightly, and asked softly, "I hurt your leg and can't work, I will definitely have to pay for the silver." ”

"But I haven't encountered this incident, how much do you think it's appropriate to compensate?"

Song Qingyuan's voice was soft and soft, and his long eyelashes were fanning like a small comb.

The delicate and fair face is full of worry, which makes people feel simple and harmless at first glance.

The woman who fell to the ground also let down her guard a little, stopped crying, and said tentatively, "One hundred taels! ”

"Knock me like this, give me at least a hundred taels!"

One hundred taels!

Song Qingyuan's face was silent, and he sneered inwardly.

If this TM hadn't touched porcelain, she would have dared to chop off her head and kick it as a ball.

"One hundred taels, ah......" Song Qingyuan's tail voice was elongated.

"Yes, one hundred taels, one hundred taels!" The woman who fell answered forcefully.

I realized that my attitude was too cold and hard, and I put on a miserable expression.

Pitiful said, "I have an elderly in-law who has difficulty moving, my father-in-law needs to be raised, and I have a young grandson who is waiting to be fed." ”

"My son is not in good health, he is a medicine jar, and now his daughter-in-law is pregnant again, and he needs silver for everything, and my leg is ......"

The woman wept aloud, "I don't live anymore...... My leg is like this...... I don't want to live anymore! ”

The tearful performance made the surrounding people who ate melons feel that this person's lion's heart was also lightened.

"Yes, you need silver everywhere, and the life of the common people is hard!"

"This girl is so well dressed, she looks like a rich family."

"Just give her a little charity, give her a hundred taels, and help this poor people."

The two men standing beside the woman were the first to shout, bringing the rhythm of one.

In the ears of outsiders, it feels like that's really the case.

"Heh~" Song Qingyuan hooked the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

This is morality, it really doesn't hurt to stand and talk.

"Girl!"

Red Sleeves took a step forward, leaned over to Song Qingyuan's side and whispered, "As far as the slave maid can see, this person's legs are fine." ”

"Pretended!"

Shen Biqing's voice also sounded.

"Hmmm! I see......" Song Qingyuan nodded.

Whether it is Shen Biqing or Red Sleeves, they can do kung fu and have good skills.

Whether the woman actually hurt her leg or not, they should be able to tell.

Song Qingyuan raised her eyebrows, and looked at the woman with a caring look.

I saw her wailing dryly, but there were no tears and no sweat stains.

There are flaws everywhere!

He's really not a good actor!

Song Qingyuan shook his head secretly in his heart, and put his eyes on the surrounding melon-eating crowd quietly.

Behind the crowd, a man with a male and female appearance and picturesque eyebrows.

With his hands on his chest, he leaned in front of the doorbeam of a shop and looked over with great interest.

There was still a mischievous light in those rippling eyes.

Song Qingyuan retracted his gaze and fell into deep thought.

The woman in front of her was obviously intentional.

There are only two purposes, one is to ask for money by touching porcelain, and the other is to be instructed by others.

"Let this lady incur such a big sin, it is appropriate to give a hundred taels of silver."

Song Qingyuan restrained the coldness on his face and pursed his lips.

Pretending to be guilty, he said, "Don't talk about giving silver, even spend a dozen taels to buy a mother-in-law to serve the eldest mother, which is also right!" ”

Summoning the mother-in-law......

A dozen taels ......

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they had turned a corner.

Yes, a summoning woman is only a dozen taels, but this woman is worth a hundred taels......

And much more! And much more! Too much!

Some people began to gloat, feeling that Song Qingyuan, the young lady, was really wronged.

Others are envious.

If you break your legs, you can get enough silver for the rest of your life, how can this kind of good thing not fall on them.

Thinking about this, I saw Song Qingyuan pointing to the red sleeves and said, "This maid beside me has learned a few hands with Lang, let her help you take a look first, okay?" ”

"No, no!"

The woman looked wary.

"My leg is broken, I can't touch it!"

"If you don't let you touch it, how can Lang Zhong treat you?"

"If it doesn't get serious, won't the whole leg be wasted."

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

Song Qingyuan smiled meaningfully and glanced at Shen Biqing beside him.

The two immediately stepped forward, Shen Biqing held the person down, and the red sleeves pretended to press twice on the woman's legs.

He looked up and said, "Girl, the slave maid has just checked, and this person's bones are fine, but they are a little misaligned." ”

"Do you want the slave to help her "fold" back? ”

The red sleeves bit the word "fold" heavily in his mouth, and he couldn't say it fiercely. "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlord of a Farm"

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Chapter 1188: Touching Porcelain