Three times five divided by two, I ate three steamed buns in a row, and drank a few sips of water as sweet as fairy dew and as expensive as gold. The uncle relieved himself and recalled the idea of suicide, and then he broke out in a cold sweat.

Thankfully, I met these kind people...

If you just jump into this stinky river and live for the rest of your life, not only will your soul not be able to reincarnate hand in hand with your wife, but you will have to repeat the death process every day - let the stinky river water pour from your eyes, ears, mouth, nose and mouth into your stomach...

"The old man has thanked you here, great kindness, and I will repay you if you have the opportunity in the future." The uncle was grateful again and was about to leave.

"Wait." Chi Jingdao glanced at the jade bottle.

The jade bottle comprehended, took off the burden on his back, and took out the five steamed buns inside. Save some food, you should be able to eat for two or three days.

She put it in the uncle's hands.

"This, never, never!" The uncle eagerly pushed away the steamed buns and refused to accept anything.

These people not only tried their best to dissuade him from committing suicide, but also gave him three steamed buns - steamed buns, in such a situation now, this is a great grace to save his life! He has already received such a great favor, how dare he be greedy again and accept these steamed buns again!

Repeatedly refused, and finally the uncle left the river with more powerful steps than when he came, and the jade bottle had to put the steamed bun back into the baggage.

Looking at the uncle leaving lonely and lonely, the jade bottle felt helpless. It's really pitiful, there are those who don't have the next meal, and these steamed buns can last at least two or three more days, this uncle is really stupid, and the backbone can be eaten as a meal!

Usually two or three pennies a steamed bun, but now... Chi Jing thought of the officers and soldiers who used the disaster relief grain to sell at a high price to fill their pockets, and his lips under the veil were coldly hooked.

It seems that Dongli should indeed change the country's lord.

"But girl, why don't you spend money on steamed buns?" Huya said, she still wants to know the answer.

As soon as she spoke, everyone except the jade bottle cast reverent eyes on Chi Jing.

"Because... Hmm..."Chi Jing was speechless, facing Huya's innocent big eyes, his brain was knotted for a while, and he couldn't turn around, so he had to ask the jade bottle for help.

Of course, the jade bottle knew that this kind of medicinal powder was known to the less people knew, the better, and seeing the girl's eyes begging for her to relieve herself, the jade bottle couldn't help but smile and explained for her: "Because the girl told the official who sold the steamed buns, she owed it on credit first and paid it back later, so the official who sold the steamed buns kept the account first." ”

"But does the girl know that officer?" Huya seems to understand whether he understands or not.

"Yes, but don't tell anyone about it, or the officer will be angry." The jade bottle continued to coax He Bifang and a few children, and Chi Jing secretly gave her a thumbs up.

The jade bottle smiled again, her girl is upright, and she doesn't even know how to lie.

…

The uncle sat under the eaves in front of his house, looking at the front of his house like his son when he was a child.

After a while, the figure of his son appeared from the front. He was shaken and hurriedly stood up and stepped forward. "Son."

Somehow, the man was beaten and his nose and face were swollen, his forehead was broken, and the blood that flowed out was dripping all over his body. Although his eyes were open, he could not see anything, and he could stagger all the way home.

The uncle hurriedly helped him up, and was shocked. "Son! Who beat you? ”

Hearing the uncle's voice, the man squinted his eyes in a hazy and looked at it carefully, and saw an old and familiar face—and then closed his eyes with peace of mind, and fainted at the door of his house.

Fortunately, the two steamed buns he ate in the afternoon, the uncle was grateful again, otherwise he would not have the strength to help his son into the house now.

After entering the house and lighting the lamp, the uncle found that his son's injuries were more serious than he imagined!

Gotta doctor! The blood on my son's head can't be stopped!

But he had no money. The uncle gritted his teeth and had the courage to dig his son's trouser pocket.

Since that day, my son has taken his money with him, and he has begged so hard that he will not return it... The uncle shook his head and hurriedly put these bad past behind.

Now it's important to save people... Hey? What about the silver? Where did the silver go? The uncle's face changed, and he went to turn over another pocket.

No, no. Not in the sleeves, not in the arms... He searched his son's whole body, but he couldn't find even a copper plate.

"Dad..."The man suddenly spoke, and the uncle was startled, but soon burst into tears.

"Well, Shiro, Dad... Daddy's here. "The son's milk name is Xilang, which was given by his wife before she died, and I hope that he will be a happy and carefree son in this life.

The uncle grabbed his son's cold hand and replied in a broken voice, his Xilang, he hasn't called him dad for at least three years...

"Daddy... I'm so cold..."Shiro said with his dark lips shaking, and he could feel his life disappearing little by little.

"Hiro, where's the silver! Tell Daddy, Daddy will get a doctor for you! The doctor will be fine when he comes..."Hearing him keep shouting cold, the uncle was a little panicked.

"Silver... No, it's gone..."Shiro was held in his uncle's arms, smelled his father's familiar smell, and thought in a trance that he was back to his childhood, and every time he was sick, he was held in his arms and coaxed by his father.

Xilang suddenly felt sad in his heart, and shed tears of remorse.

Like a child who was bullied by other children outside, he returned home to complain to his parents after being wronged, and told what happened today: "That... Soldiers... Say yes... You can take silver... Change... Change of military status..."

He spoke intermittently, and the uncle laboriously pressed his ear close to his lips to piece together the truth of the matter.

…

It turned out that the officer and soldier who sold steamed buns told Xilang that because of the current disaster relief, there was a shortage of manpower, and their little soldiers were always too busy.

He also hinted that if Shiro wanted to be a soldier, he could spend some silver, and he asked the boss to be accommodating to help him join the army or something...

Xilang couldn't help but be ecstatic when he heard this. What does it mean to be in the military?

It means that he can become an officer and soldier immediately, he doesn't have to be called around, he can also show off his power in front of those villagers who look down on him, and maybe marry a mother-in-law who is still good-looking, so as not to keep the old thing at home nagging all day long...

What's more, when you become an officer and soldier, are you still afraid of running out of money? These officers and soldiers made a fortune one by one, and they took advantage of natural disasters to make a lot of money, and if they sold a few steamed buns, they would put ten taels of silver into their pockets... How can a small fortune come in without a big fortune?

It's a godsend, and it looks like I'm going to start running for luck! Xilang raised his eyebrows and took out all the silver in his body, leaving no one.

Unbeknownst to him, at the moment when Xilang's silver was handed over to the officer and soldier, the officer and soldier immediately turned his face and did not recognize anyone, and only randomly stuffed him with a few steamed buns, claiming that they were the money he used to buy steamed buns, and there was no such thing as buying a military membership at all.

It's too much! This is nothing short of fraud!

He stepped forward to theorize, but the other party called out a few officers and soldiers who had been hiding on the side a long time ago, and beat himself with a slash on his head and face.

In the end, he picked up the bricks on the ground and smashed them on his head, taking away a few steamed buns in his hand.