The little boy on the stage, five or six years old. With a gong in your hand, if it's exciting, or it's thrilling, just knock it. It adds a touch of momentum to the story and drives the atmosphere on and off the stage.

Originally, the blood butterfly was not very interested, but he sat down and listened. There are dramas, most of which are about recent events, and there are some extensions, and I can't help but feel the spirit.

Look at this society from his point of view, the old man on the stage. Andie heard the next table say, this old man will talk a paragraph a day, keep improving, never talk more, no matter how much money is paid, the old man will not change through thick and thin. At this time of the day, the most people come to listen to books.

Holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and drinking tea in a big gulp, Blood Butterfly learns from men, and is even more manly. Secretly admiring her real man's behavior in her heart, she has wanted to dress as a man for a long time.

When the performance off the stage was exciting, she cheered and interacted with the audience on and off the stage.

After a while, when the old man had finished speaking, she looked at the sky outside, and had been out for a long time, and dropped a handful of broken silver, and she slipped away by herself.

This trip gave Blood Butterfly a lot of inspiration, she quietly opened the window into the boudoir, fortunately she was not found, fortunately there were not many servants in the yard.

In the boudoir, charcoal is in hand, and the front of the small bookcase is covered with white paper, but the scattered white paper is blackened.

It wasn't until there was a noise outside the door that she remembered her environment. Quietly fold the white paper in his hand, put it into the bottom layer of the rosewood box on the side, and press it.

"Come in." Lightly opened his red lips, his eyes couldn't help but slowly gentle, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked a slight arc, no longer as sharp as he had just now.

The door was gently opened, "Girl, are you eating?" The little maid's voice came from outside the door, a timid and weak voice, An Die didn't raise her eyes, "Then put it." ”

The dying voice, flat and indifferent, completely devoid of the spirit of being outside during the day today. Besides, she was really tired, an eight-year-old child, still wearing high shoes, and forcibly disguised herself as a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, and spoke in a thick voice, which was dumb.

Tonight is almost the same as usual, Liu's mother is very strict with Andie, in addition to the class arrangement every day, there is also a meal arrangement, all in order to create a more beautiful girl.

She is the most powerful bargaining chip in her hand, but Andie doesn't like this kind of role to be sold.

She thought, should she think of a way to make Liu's mother disappear completely, she doesn't want to see Liu's mother's face, if Liu's mother disappears, will the Hou Mansion not be able to find herself, she doesn't want to be a victim of this era.

It's just that An Liuniang thinks that she can't go against the sky, she is also afraid that she will never be able to go back, and she is unwilling to give up the power of the ancient divine beast.

"An Liuniang at the east gate is giving porridge again." A rough voice shouted, many people immediately smiled on their faces, the invasion of foreign enemies in the past two years has made Xuzhou, a scholarly city, a lot of refugees come, and they are often unclothed. For this reason, An Liuniang negotiated with Liu's mother to take out part of the stored grain, boil it into white porridge, and give porridge in front of her house, so that those strangers who are full of war can survive this winter.

An Liuniang's little abacus crackled, she looked at these people who came to receive the porridge, and then secretly asked her little maid Mingliu to quietly place the person she chose, that is, the person who was not there at that time and had been serving her own meal.

Although the blood butterfly can't use its divine power now, it still has seven or eight points of accuracy if it looks at its face or calculates a natural and man-made disaster.

Wearing a hat and ten slender fingers, he stood quietly aside, looking at the big spoon that his mother could only pick up with her hands, and carefully helped the crowd in line to divide the porridge.

She looked at the people in line seriously with her bright eyes. Even if the people around her shouted or praised her behavior, she was still generous and did not have the slightest stage fright.

There are two large buckets of porridge a day, and at the beginning of the second bucket, she has already gotten into the sedan chair, and the rest is handed over to Liu's mother.

The plan was stirring in my mind, and on a piece of white rice paper, a large piece of text jumped on.

She silently read in her mouth, this group of refugees came from the north not long ago. She had quietly told Ming Liu to investigate, and to investigate according to the information she wanted.

The little Ming Liu is already very capable of collecting information, and Blood Butterfly believes that in time, this little girl will definitely be able to become a person in charge.

For the first screening, the piece of paper she held in her hand was written by Ming Liu, and now they are unstable in holding the pen, so they can only replace it with black charcoal.

According to her requirements, these eight people are helpless people, and their net worth backgrounds are roughly the same.

She looked up at the eight again, and according to the original plan, she was going to choose ten people, but now there are eight, and there is a growing trend of refugees.

All of them, looking at An Liuniang timidly, the woman in front of them was the one who took them in, everyone was about the same age, and some of them were a head taller than An Liuniang.

"Muen." An Liuniang shouted, and an eleven or twelve-year-old boy immediately ran over.

"What do you command?" The rules in all aspects are good, An Liuniang nodded, "Find a yard and place them properly." After An Liuniang finished speaking, she moved the lotus step lightly and walked towards the sedan chair with Ming Liu.

"Yes, lady." Mu En is a gangster saved by An Liuniang, and he is also a person with a hard life, after An Liuniang helped him bury his grandmother, Mu En directly became An Liuniang's little girl.

Xuzhou City, his territory, has been mixing people everywhere since he was a child, and An Liuniang is very easy to use.

As soon as the sedan chair stopped, it landed at An Liuniang's residence.

"The girl is back." The door is open, because the girl is the largest in the family, the sedan chair is hired, the people of Xuzhou are more open, and An Liuniang enters directly from the gate.

Turning around, when she was about to call Mingliu over, she smelled that there was a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the wind, and she rolled her eyes helplessly under the hat.

"Girl, today's porridge is all over." She knew that this old guy must have come to ask for a reward when he came at this time, and she couldn't face it with a straight face, so she quietly stretched out two onion fingers, pulled the corners of her mouth up, and there was a smile that seemed to be a smile.

"Mom worked hard." An Die gave a look, and Ming Liu cleverly took out the purse in his sleeve, which was ordered by An Die, specifically to reward people.

When Mother Liu saw Ming Liu, her face suddenly stiffened a little, but after a while, she thanked An Die happily.