Shen Qingluo thought about it, and drank the whole bowl of porridge, those grain bran really stretched out his throat, making it difficult for people to swallow.

But he smiled and remembered his wife's face, when she first arrived at the Shen family, she was white and delicate, no worse than anyone else.

She smiled and said, "Xianggong, help me cook together!" ”

At that time, his heart was like a clear spring injected, and he didn't feel the loss of being robbed of his marriage at all, but he was glad that his future life partner was her.

She is charming and bright, optimistic and cheerful, and does not care about her mother, which makes him more and more motivated for his future life, and he wants to give her a good life.

This is an idea that he didn't have when he knew that he was married to Gu Xixi before, and at that time he only felt that Gu Xixi would definitely have to suffer if he married him.

I never thought about re-emerging under the cover of bad luck.

It was Gu Huanhuan who infected him with her optimism and cheerfulness, just like she could fight with her mother in order to eat meat.

So for the sake of a good life, why can't he fight bad luck?

Now when he thinks about the scenes, he thinks they are beautiful.

That woman, in his life, had transcended everything.

"Brother Shen!"

Tan Yan looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect him to drink such an unpalatable meal in one gulp.

"Huh?"

Shen Qingluo came back to his senses, "What's wrong?" ”

Tan Yanhe and a few others stared at the empty bowl with a tangled face, "No... It's nothing. ”

Shen Qingluo put down the bowl, "It's impossible to predict what happens in the future, if people are hungry to a certain point, not to mention rice porridge with bran, just add a handful of soil in it, and you can still eat it." ”

Shen Qingluo said, grabbing a small handful of dirt and putting it in another bowl of rice porridge that was still full.

"Did you say? Lord Lu. ”

Shen Qingluo smiled at Xiao Bai's face in a good mood.

"It's... Yes, yes! ”

The little white face looked at the bowl of porridge with a complicated expression.

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart, and these beasts were worse than animals.

Is there such a torment?

Didn't he just do something wrong, say something wrong, and don't take the lives of the people seriously.

How can it be that in their eyes, it has become a heinous heinous?

"Hurry up and eat! I still have to work in the afternoon! Lord Lu. ”

Shen Qingluo handed the bowl of rice porridge with mud to Xiao Baimian and asked him to eat it.

This porridge was used as a punishment to let him know that it was not a person who died, but a common people.

There is mud in the porridge, and it is not as dirty as he does not care about the life and death of the people.

Little White Face took the bowl, closed his eyes, as if he was eating poison, and he couldn't help but spit it out at the thought of mud in the bowl.

"Why did you throw up?"

Shen Qingluo pretended to look at the rice porridge on the ground with pity, this was the ration of the people.

"I..."

Xiaobaimian felt extremely aggrieved, "There is mud in the porridge and grain bran, can this porridge still be eaten?" ”

"Then do you think that Suzhou has an official like you who doesn't care about the life and death of the people, can they survive?"

Shen Qingluo's voice suddenly became a little colder.

"I..."

The little white face wants to say, doesn't he just like to play with Braille and painting, why can't the people live?

Those Diao people, who only cry poor every day, and don't work hard, what does it have to do with him?

"Are you trying to say that it has nothing to do with you?"

Shen Qingluo has no one to compare with Shen Qingluo's insight into people's hearts.

"You can't eat the porridge with mud and bran, they eat it every day, and it's the best food here.

Someone next to you has to give you an umbrella, they work from morning to night every day, do you think you are an official? ”