Watching the little boy he found in the beggar's nest on the street walking away with a food box, Xiao Mo secretly prayed in his heart: You must not live up to my trust.

Xiao Mo is not a virgin personality, and it is rare to meet all kinds of beggars on the street overpass.

But if he really encounters people and things that need help, within the scope of his ability, Xiao Mo will not be stingy.

If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world.

This has been the belief of the Chinese since ancient times.

Since they are destined to meet, and Zhao Yingying's identity has no relatives, it is most suitable to adopt an orphan and send Zhao Yingying to the end of her life.

Of course, the premise is that this orphan is of good character, otherwise it would be bad to personally stage the story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf.

A hundred taels of silver is just a test stone, and it is not a pity to lose it.

Since the little boy left, Xiao Mo calmed down and practiced the Ice Heart Technique and the Yunshang Heart Sutra, after all, everything else is a foreign object, and being strong is the foundation of one's life.

The sun moved westward, slowly finished, and took a long breath of turbidity, Xiao Mo's internal strength has improved a lot, barely reaching the first level of the Yunshang Heart Sutra and the entry level of the Ice Heart Technique.

With a slight movement of his ears, he recognized the sound of hurried footsteps coming towards his yard.

The doorbell rang.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Xiao Mo replied and walked towards the courtyard gate.

When I opened the courtyard door, I saw that it was a little beggar carrying a food box, dressed in new clothes, and sweating slightly.

"Come in, run in a hurry, look at the sweat on this end." Xiao Mo took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat for the little boy.

The little boy is also a little wise, and he knows that his wealth should not be exposed, so he followed Xiao Mo into the courtyard and closed the courtyard door.

"The shopkeeper of Fushouju really gave me a hundred taels of silver, for you." The little boy whispered, and took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from the placket of his coat that still had his body temperature with him.

"You're awesome! Earned a hundred taels today! This is also your credit, according to the agreement, this tael of silver is yours. Xiao Mo also took out a tael of silver from the money bag and handed it to the little boy.

"I don't want it, you bought me clothes, and gave me boiling water for a bath, and we exchanged them." But the boy excused himself.

"No, this is what you deserve, let's follow the agreement to ask you for help, if you do it, there will be a reward! As for the clothes, I bought them for you voluntarily, not counting them......" Xiao Mo touched the little boy's head, and sighed in his heart that this is a grateful person.

The little boy refused, so he took the silver and put it in the pocket in the placket.

Xiao Mo pulled the little boy to sit in the yard and said, "Little friend, I don't know if you still have relatives?" How could it be alone there? Did your family suffer a disaster or did you get separated from your parents? ”

"Me, I don't have a family...... For as long as I can remember, I have followed an old beggar, and he told me that he had picked it up from the temple outside the city......" said the little boy with his head bowed, afraid that the person opposite would look at him with the same disdain as many people passing by the beggar's stall.

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer.

In this world, those who bear the tragic fate will always be the people.

Xiao Mo couldn't help but feel pity, pulled the little boy away, patted it, and expressed comfort.

The little boy raised his head, his eyes were bright, and his tone was not so low and helpless: "Then the old beggar fell ill and died, and I had nowhere to go, so I stayed on that street, begging during the day and going to the temple outside the city at night. ”

"I'm sorry for you, kid! Since you don't know who your parents are, would you like me to be your relative......" Xiao Mo looked at the little boy expectantly.

The little boy felt incredulous at first, and stood there stiff. After reacting, he nodded wildly and expressed his wishes: "I am willing, I am willing, I really want a relative......"

"Okay, then I will accept you as a righteous son, and you will call me a mother in the future! Good boy! Xiao Mo hugged the little boy and said excitedly.

Can you not be excited, you must know that Xiao Mo is a mother-fetus single dog in modern times, but I didn't expect that fate would pick up a cheap son in ancient times, this feeling, I can't be more excited!

"Mother, please be worshiped by the little beggar!" The little boy didn't have time to feel the warmth of his mother's embrace, as if he was afraid that Xiao Mo would change his mind after a while.

struggled to get out of Xiao Mo's arms, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head three times.

"Hurry up! Get up! Xiao Mo was startled, and quickly pulled the little boy up from the ground, looking at the red patch on the little boy's forehead, and blew and blew in distress.

"Since you are willing to recognize me as a mother, can my mother give you a name?"

Xiao Mo feels that although the pronoun "Little Beggar" is similar to Xingye's "Su Qier", it is not a serious name in the end.

"Please give me a name!" The little boy said with joy, and he bowed his hand to learn from the adult.

"You naughty!" Xiao Mo tapped the little boy's head with his finger.

"Surname, you and my surname are Zhao, my mother is not talented, my name is Xiaoyao, I hope my son is happy. As for the words, when you read later, please give you one! Or what my mother will read in the future...... "Xiao Mo thought about it, and let a person named at the level of Xiaobai and Xiaohong give a lofty name, which can be regarded as naming a wasted star for the difficult death."

"I have a name! Great, my name is Zhao Xiaoyao, not a little beggar! "The little boy, no, it should be the name of the free said happily.

"Silly boy, after working so long, it's time to be hungry! Tomorrow I will go to the government to register our mother-son relationship, and now you play in the yard by yourself, and your mother will cook for you! Xiao Mo looked at the cheap son who had a name and finally looked like a child, and couldn't help but burst with maternal love.

"Mother, I want to cook with you, I will light the fire!" Xiaoyao didn't want to be separated from his new mother at all, so he volunteered to be a buddy.

"Okay, okay, you come to light the fire for your mother! MEmu is such a good boy! It's a good helper for mothers! Although Xiao Mo doesn't know how to educate children, the concept of "encouragement first, education secondary" is still often heard.

Looking at Xiaoyao's even happier appearance, Xiao Mo felt that his method was still right.

As for whether letting such a young child burn a fire is considered to be oppressive child labor, Xiao Mo didn't think so.

Because Xiao Mo was also in elementary school when he was a child, he began to cook with his sisters.

This has also benefited the current Xiaomo immensely, at least the basic self-care ability is there.

Therefore, the ancients of "Gentleman Yuan Cooking" have no influence on Xiao Mo at all, and Xiao Mo only believes that "practice brings true knowledge".

Besides, a man who can cook will also have an advantage in finding a daughter-in-law in the future, right?

Xiao Mo secretly decided that if Xiaoyao had a talent for cooking, it would be okay for him to learn how to cook.

The little Xiaoyao didn't expect that his own active idea of burning the fire would make his cheap mother think so far, and at this time, Xiaoyao just wanted to be with his hard-won mother, not separated.