What？？？

What a sassy operation this is! It's just stunned!

Why did you get involved with me again? I'm just a passer-by who buys porridge, okay?

Chang'an tugged at the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to look at.

Huang Mao laughed, ", I'm hahahahaha!" He smiled and bent over, laughing from ear to ear, and couldn't stop, "I haha!" Old man, you have a lot of imagination! You're not going to be stupid for a hard time, are you? ”

The porridge seller ignored Huang Mao's words, and continued to drag the corner of Chang'an's clothes and begged bitterly, "Little girl, you can do well, help me find my hard-working wife, she worked in the inn for a few days and disappeared, but I died in a hurry." ”

Chang'an hid behind Huang Mao, the porridge master did not dare to approach Huang Mao, he hesitated to lie on the ground, the ground was freezing and cold, lying on the ground was not easy to stand up, he stood up with his support on the railing, and angrily pointed at Huang Mao and scolded: "Son! I should have strangled you to death in the first place, and saved you from living to humiliate me like this today! ”

Huang Mao's stiff body was shaken, he raised his eyebrows, nodded in agreement, and regretted for the porridge seller: "It's fragrant, you couldn't strangle me to death, old man, you tell me what you learn yourself, but you go to learn from others to steal children, and you don't have the ability to raise yourself, and you can't even afford to provide a meal when you steal back." ”

His expression was a little crazy, and his tone became gloomy, "Don't say that you are very aggrieved, I have had a full meal at your house?" On weekdays, anyone who is uncomfortable can beat and scold me to relieve his anger, and your son will withdraw me from the top when he gets into trouble, and that is a person who will lose his head if he is not careful! Old man, didn't you think I'd come back alive? ”

Huang Mao hissed and shouted exhaustively: "It's you who are sorry for me!" You deserve it!"

The porridge seller wanted to refute Huang Mao, he walked up to Huang Mao unsteadily, his expression seemed to be aggrieved, like grief and indignation, and like remorse, "No matter what, after all, I raised you, you shouldn't be ungrateful, and when you come back, you target me everywhere, did you kill the old woman!" ”

Huang Mao laughed angrily, the wound on his abdomen ached faintly, he was so angry that some words were not spit out or unhappy, "Old man, according to your words, do I still have to be grateful to you for stealing me?" ”

The porridge seller was speechless, it was wrong for him to steal other people's children.

Originally, he was not a porridge seller, and he was not a local.

In those years, there was a drought, and every family had no harvest, some of them were so hungry that they hated to eat the corpses of the dead, and some of them also killed their children and cooked them, and he saw with his own eyes that some people ate human flesh alive.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a hell on earth, full of devils who eat human flesh!

He was reluctant to give up his children, and when a wave of hurriers passed by the village, with a few children with them, he stole their children while the passers-by were not paying attention.

The old man was not stupid, he took the scarecrow and threw it in and wrapped it in something, and the passers-by would not find it for a while.

This child is Huang Mao, after he stole the child into his hands, the state suddenly opened a warehouse to release grain, and one more person will have one more ration, so he raised this child at home.

has been raised until now, and his mother-in-law is always suspicious of him, thinking that this is his illegitimate child.

On weekdays, he is either beaten or scolded, and if he is a little nicer to Huang Mao, he will attract more severe sticks, and when his son gets into trouble, he subconsciously withdraws Huang Mao to take the blame, after all, it is his own son, how can he not be hurt?

I thought that Huang Mao would be dead and lifeless, but I didn't know that he came back alive and took revenge.

He felt a trace of guilt for the yellow hair, and it was also worn away, and at this time, he couldn't wait to gnaw on its flesh and drink its blood.

"Can your wife be counted on my head if she dies? She has done evil everywhere herself......" Huang Mao glanced at Chang'an when she said this, and continued, "I heard that she bumped into a nobleman in the inn and owed nearly three hundred yuan, and even took her son to pay the debt, old man, did you say that she absconded in fear of crime?" ”

"Impossible!" The porridge seller stared wide-eyed, he wouldn't believe it anyway, he must have lied to him!

"It's true, when are your families going to pay it back? Or take your son into debt? ”

Chang'an suddenly spoke, she walked up to the porridge seller, asked with a smile, her eyes flashed, she shook her head slightly, and looked at Huang Mao.

Is she the heroine's luck?

Huang Mao, Huang Sheng?

The porridge seller pushed Chang'an fiercely, as if he was crazy, as if he suddenly thought of something, pointed at Huang Mao and shouted: "If you want to, take him away!" ”

Chang'an immediately smiled and responded, "Okay." ”

Huang Mao's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked stunned, "I said old man, have you asked me?" If something happens to you, you know that you will take labor and capital to blame! ”

What he thinks, he doesn't know.

If you really want to take revenge, can the old man's family still live in peace?

It's just that when I heard him sell himself again, I was unhappy in my heart, and I would be reluctant to raise a dog that could be raised for more than ten years.

And the old man bought himself again and again, without hesitation.

"He owes you money, I pay it back, go to Huang Ji tomorrow to get the money."

Huang Mao lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, swallowed the clouds and spit ink, he played with a lighter with a blank face, he stood against the light, and the light that was slightly sprinkled flickered he flickered, as if half of his body was moving towards the light, and half of his body was still stuck in the dark.

Such a person was dangerous, and she began to be a little suspicious.

Chang'an pointed to the porridge seller, "He said it to people." ”

This person is still quite miserable.

Huang Mao looked at Chang'an in surprise, he really didn't expect such a coincidence, "I'm afraid you can't afford it." ”

I really can't afford it, and the little ancestor who brought it back to the house will definitely mess with her.

Chang An thought for a while and said, "I don't want money, you catch a pheasant and pay me back." ”

"Okay." Huang Mao deserves no pressure, and it just so happens that he has one at home.

"Give it to me tonight, you know the place."

Huang Mao pondered: "I'll have someone send it to you later." ”

Chang'an turned around to leave, but Huang Mao stopped her.

"Your money will be paid back!" Huang Mao took off the heavy wallet on his waist and threw it to Chang'an, he explained with Chang'an's puzzled gaze: "You also paid the material fee and labor fee that day. Naturally, I should have taken nothing today. ”

When Chang'an returned to the inn with her things, it suddenly began to rain lightly, and she was about to walk back to the room, Gu Shengping fell asleep on the table tiredly.

I slept.

Chang An looked down at the movements in his hands, and he woke up and took it to the kitchen to warm it up.

She put her things on the red wooden table, and she walked lightly, without making a sound, and went inside and took a thick fur cloak to cover him, and moved gently, for fear that one would accidentally wake people up.

Gu Shengping's eyelashes moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes the next moment, he was in front of Chang'an's gaze, and his eyes were still confused, lazy, and innocent and harmless when he just woke up, and he was defenseless, and he saw that the deepest soft place in Chang'an's heart trembled and trembled.

The next moment, with a moist smile, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, and before the confusion passed, a thick nasal sound sounded.

"Why did you go for so long? Are you in danger on the way? ”

He looked worried, looked at Chang'an eagerly, and glanced at his whole person from top to bottom before he relaxed slightly.

Chang An shook slightly, "Are you hungry?" Get up and wash your hands and eat. ”

Be sure to wash your hands!

"Okay."

Taking advantage of the time when he left, Chang'an ran downstairs and waited for about three minutes, and the person who sent her pheasants came, still washed and plucked pheasants, not at all as alive as she did when she caught pheasants, and she couldn't tell if it was a sick chicken.

Chang'an wanted to throw it away in disgust, but she didn't know how to burn the chicken, so she swept to the counter brother.

If you look so good, you will definitely roast chicken, right?

Otherwise, you will be blind to this face.

"Little brother, do you know how to roast chicken?" Chang'an was standing outside the counter with a pheasant, and she was staring at the box containing the pheasant.

"Huh?"

The counter guy almost dropped his jaw in shock, what did she say?

Chang'an took the trouble to ask again, "Do you know how to roast chicken?" ”

The counter brother shook his head, his voice was still gentle and gentle, and he felt like Su Fried!

"No, it won't."

Chang'an sighed, "You don't know how to roast chicken, what are you doing at the inn?" ”

The counter brother is a little confused, does this person who collects money still need to be able to cook? He stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at the back kitchen, "There is a cook, I am just a shopkeeper." ”

When was you responsible for collecting money, and you have to work part-time as a cook?

Chang An sighed: "No, it's just that the shopkeeper can cook a few days ago, I thought you would too, but it turns out that you can't." ”

As soon as these words came out, the counter brother felt that he had been stabbed in the heart, what do you mean, you won't?

Feed! Don't go and make it clear!

Chang'an jumped and walked to the back kitchen with pheasants, the cook was a little girl, she was wearing a big red flower rag apron, tall, thin, her unpowdered side face had a touch of red, her small and delicate nose looked very cute, and her big eyes sparkled as if she could speak.

The little girl was sorting out her things, and it was not strange to see Chang'an walking in, and asked gently, "Little girl, do you need any help?" ”

"Well, cook me some chicken soup."

Chang'an carried the box containing the pheasant and handed it to the little girl cook, she took out the money bag and handed it to the little girl, "This is the labor cost and material cost, you take it." ”

The little girl from the cook stared, her already big eyes were a little terrifying at this time, her eyebrows were pulled together, and her voice was unconsciously raised, "How can I take your money?" ”

The boss has told her thousands of times early in the morning, how dare she collect money?

Don't want a job?

Chang'an didn't take it back, she sat next to the fire at the bottom of the cauldron, roasting the fire, and the warm temperature reached her body, and even her mood became better.

"This is the money you deserve, just keep it."

She paid attention to the fire and added wood to it, and the bright light of the fire pierced into her eyes, and Chang'an lost his mind for a moment.

Chang'an remembers......