Xiao Budian lay in Hu Lan's arms and looked at her with blank eyes, her mouth moving. He put one hand on Hu Lan's shoulder, pulled Hu Lan's clothes and shouted, "Mother, I'm hungry." ”

Hu Lan has a black line on her face, she has never been a mother, what can I do.

But it seems that I am hungry too, and it is time to eat something to fill my stomach.

"Okay, I'll do it." Hu Lan put the little one down and let him sit obediently on the stone bench while he went to the kitchen to find out what to eat.

Xiao Budian is not such an obedient good boy, he followed behind Hu Lan in a hurry.

Hu Lan rummaged through the kitchen and found a little rice and a little food. But how can this be done? She has never cooked since she was a child, and the kitchen at home is not like the big stone stove, a pile of firewood and a large pot in front of her! Even Miss Nine has no record of cooking in her memory, so what should she do in the face of Xiao Bu's expectant gaze?

Unfortunately, the result of this morning was that the kitchen was destroyed, and the billowing smoke made Hu Lan have to pick up the little one in embarrassment and flee out.

It seemed that there was no way to eat it at home this morning.

But Hu Lan thought about it, if he wanted to leave here anyway, it was better to take this opportunity to leave here with Xiao Budian.

As soon as she thought of it, Hu Lan immediately packed up some clothes for Xiao Budian, as well as the clothes she changed last night, took a piece of cloth and wrapped it indiscriminately, picked up Xiao Budian and left.

Xiao Budian shouted that he was hungry all the way, but what could Hu Lan do? You can't let your own blood go to him to drink. Besides, she's hungry herself, so didn't she get something to eat?

Hu Lan has a hunch that the possibility of her starving to death is very high if she survives in this world.

With a little bit of scurrying, she was actually sent to a small town.

As soon as they arrived in the town, Hu Lan and Xiao Budian were attracted by the fragrance of steamed buns. It was a very appetizing smell that smelled very good.

But at this time, Hu Lan remembered a very, very serious problem, that is, she didn't have any silver at all, and it was naturally impossible for her to have it.

So, eh! One big and one small, squatting next to a steamed bun shop, staring intently at those hot buns and swallowing saliva.

Just staring at it must not fill her stomach, but she doesn't have any money! It would be nice if someone invited them to eat steamed buns at this time! Or rather, the conscience of the peddler who sells the buns found out that he had sent them away with two buns.

Imagination is always beautiful, but reality is too cruel. The bun seller was indifferent to the two men staring at his buns, as if he hadn't seen them. He didn't drive them away, and he didn't think they were blocking his business, which was already very good. He only started a small business, and he didn't run a charity hall, so there was no reason to see beggars giving alms.

Xiao Budian is quite sensible, and he knows that other people's things can't be eaten casually. Although his stomach was singing empty city plans, he still followed Hu Lan's example, just staring at the buns and smelling the fragrance of the buns.

A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed, an hour passed......

Huh!

When did there be an extra dog next to the two of them?

The big yellow dog stared at the buns with the same greed.

Yikes! Hu Lan was startled, she hated dogs the most in her life, especially this wolfdog that looked like a wolf and a dog.

"Go away, go away!" Hu Lan waved his hand to chase the big yellow dog away.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Budian liked this dog very much, and within two strokes, he mingled with the dog, hugged the neck of the big yellow dog and laughed.

This traitor actually rebelled, and she was really angry.

The big yellow dog actually held its head high, looking like a victor. This made Hu Lan even more angry, and couldn't help but scold in her heart: Cheap dog!

Well, you win.

Hu Lan grabbed Xiao Budian angrily, continued to swallow saliva, and stared at the buns. It's just that there is an extra big yellow dog next to it, and that rhubarb is still having an affair with Xiao Budian from time to time.

Isn't it generally that when the protagonist is the most depressed and down, there will be a great good person giving porridge or something? And the young lady of the great benevolent family is incomparably beautiful, and she personally gives porridge and waits for the poor to be relieved to line up in a long line, isn't it? It's written like this in novels, and it's played like this on TV.

Hu Lan looked left and right and didn't see a similar scene, hey! Sure enough, she was thinking too much.

When I looked back, I realized that there was only one bun left on the hawker stall.

Yes! Bun.

I saw the peddler selling steamed buns smiling, and with a compassionate face, he gave the last bun to a passing little monk.

"Master, master, this is a bun for you." The peddler nodded and patted the little monk's ass.

"Thank you, donor." The little monk saluted the vendor.

"You're welcome, master, it's good for the master to go." The hawker returned the salute straight.

What kind of person is this guy, who actually made that indifferent and ruthless peddler's temperament change drastically and pat him on the back.

"Who is this man?" As soon as Hu Lan asked, he found that in addition to Xiao Budian, it was the big yellow dog.

"He's the famous non-crazy little master in our town, I don't know this, you're from out of town?" A voice came out from behind Hu Lan.

"Ahh Who are you! When did you come running behind me? Hu Lan was so frightened by this sudden sound that her liver fluttered.

A thin, shriveled old man, dressed in tatters, has the demeanor of Hong Qigong, the leader of the beggar gang in the TV series. I saw that he was holding a roast fat chicken in his hand and eating it with relish, and his mouth was full of oil.

"I've been here for a long time, old man, but you just stared at the bun and didn't notice me." The little old man replied lightly, still chewing chicken in his mouth.

It was indeed the steamed bun that smelled too fragrant, overshadowing the smell of roast chicken, so that Hu Lan and the others didn't notice it for a while. And now that the buns have been sold out, the smell of roast chicken is coming to the nostrils, and Hu Lan, Xiao Budian and the big yellow dog are drooling.

"You must be the leader of the beggar gang, Hong Senior, the little woman has admired her name for a long time, and she admires you very much." Hu Lan blurted out without hesitation, never thinking that Hong Qigong was a fictional character in the novel, how could he appear in this place.

"Little girl, do you want to eat?" The shriveled old man was stunned for a moment, and then raised the half-gnawed chicken in his hand and asked.

Hu Lan nodded, then thought about it and didn't feel right, then shook her head again, pointed to the little dot and the big yellow dog beside her and said, "It's they who want to eat." ”

Xiao Budian nodded very cooperatively with the big yellow dog, and looked at the roast chicken in the old man's hand and swallowed his saliva.

Hu Lan also said, 'Yes, that's it!' He stared at the old man.