The child looked like he was seven or eight years old, dirty, as if he had crawled out of a ditch, and his clothes hung on his body like a rag. (Biqu Pavilion)

Like this, the child knelt in front of Ziwei and cried loudly as if he had met a savior, and he was still holding the dusty bun rolling on the ground in his arms: "Childe, save my grandfather, my grandfather is dying of hunger!" Childe, okay, save my grandfather! ”

"My grandfather is dying of hunger, I begged everywhere, and I didn't beg for food, I walked here, I saw the buns, and I got up to steal a bun to save my grandfather, as long as my grandfather came back to life, I was willing to go to the bun shop as a cow and a horse to atone for his sins."

The child cried and told about his suffering, in order to gain sympathy.

Wang Lao Er's tiger face also softened, he took out three buns from the steamer, wrapped them in a piece of paper, and handed them to the child: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"Hey, count me Wang Lao Er to do a little good deed today, child, you can take it to save your grandfather's life!" He also sighed, thinking that a large family was still waiting for him, earning a few taels of silver to make a living, and couldn't help but sigh, I am afraid that I will lose money again today.

Ziwei glanced at Wang Lao Er and scolded angrily: "He is a child, you beat him like this, it's too ruthless." He pulled the child up from the ground, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the dirt on his face, and wiped a pair of malnourished, skinny little hands.

Ziwei's heart ached. I don't know how long it had been since he had washed it with water.

At this time, the child didn't care about anything, staring at the steamed buns on Wang Lao's second hand with a pair of teary eyes, and the smell of food tempted the child to swallow his saliva, but he did not forget the tragic scene of being beaten all over his body and grinning in pain.

He didn't know why Wang Lao Er judged the two of them before and after, just now he held a stick to beat him to death, hit him all over the ground, desperately dodging the attack of the stick, no matter which angle he dodged from, he couldn't avoid the hard beating of the stick, the stick hit his body, the pain was unbearable, and he desperately shouted for help, but there were so many people watching, people were just talking, and some people even accused him of not stealing buns.

He cried and explained that his grandfather was dying of hunger, and he just wanted to feed him, and no one believed him. I thought he was lying and deceiving people, fooling around, and the stick was beaten more fiercely, he scolded fiercely: "I beat you to death, you stole my buns, and said that it was for grandpa to eat, such a trick to fool people, your grandfather learned it at the age of three, you are a wild child with a mother and no mother, you don't learn well since you were a child, learn to lie and deceive people, you know no, you grew up stealing gold from a young thief needle, I will teach you a wild boy who doesn't learn well instead of your old man." After seeing you, will you still learn well? ”

"Uncle, okay, I really didn't lie to you, my grandfather is really about to starve to death, please save my grandfather? I will repay you for saving your life as a cow and a horse. ”

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The buns were steaming, and he didn't forget the scene of being beaten just now.

"Coo" stomach hungry scream, but he still didn't dare to answer, tears flowed, anxious, thinking of Liancheng encountered a famine, they fled and walked for more than a month, on the way has eaten all that can be eaten, even tree roots and grass roots they are dragged to eat, all the way down, the fleeing people have been looted, to the end of the tree roots and grass roots are gone, they fought for the last breath, supported the thin body, each other helped each other to the capital, grandpa was so hungry that the chest was close to the back, the last piece of bread begged for him to leave, then fell.

He knew that his grandfather was hungry, and he also went out to beg, because there were too many refugees, there was no way to get anything in the capital.

Helplessly, he took this step, just to save his grandfather.

He also knew that it was wrong to steal steamed buns, and if his grandfather knew, his grandfather would scold him, and he would starve to death and not eat the stolen food, and his grandfather often told him: "Be a man to be frank." ”

"Grandpa and grandson can't live without you!" He and his grandfather depend on each other, and he can't do without his grandfather, he can't imagine how he can live at a young age if his grandfather leaves him.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandson is useless, I can't ask you for some food." The child looked at the bun with teary eyes, and cried out loud from the heart, tears like a stream along the black face washing the dust, making the face black and white, like a flower cat, a pair of dirty hands just dare not take the bun.

He cried sadly, and the faces of the crying people were moved, and they all stepped forward to comfort the child, believing that what he said was true. Blame him.

Wang Lao Er gritted his teeth and took out two more buns from the steamer, a total of five buns wrapped in paper and stuffed into his arms.

The child cried miserably, took out the bun in his arms, and put it on the table: "Grandpa doesn't want me to steal buns, I don't steal buns, I don't dare to steal buns." ”

"Grandpa, grandpa, woo woo woo" The child wiped his tears and turned around and ran, for fear that Wang Lao Er would chase after him and beat him.

Ziwei's tears flowed down, grabbed her little skinny body, held it in her arms, and choked: "Little brother, don't be afraid, I will help you, your grandfather will be fine, don't worry." ”

Ziwei turned her head, took out the silver from her sleeve pocket and handed it to Wang Laoer: "Shopkeeper, can you buy all your buns with all this silver?" ”

Wang Lao Er weighed the weight of silver, which was enough for ten taels of silver, not only to buy all the buns in the store, but also to buy his small shop, and he immediately had a smile on his face: "Childe, you're polite." This is enough money to buy all the buns, I will take care of them now, please wait. ”

After Ziwei wiped away his tears, she picked up two buns and handed them to him, coaxing him not to cry: "You are hungry, eat the buns while they are hot, don't worry, your grandfather will be fine." ”

A pair of blurred teary eyes firmly locked the elegant and dusty handsome face. We must firmly engrave the life-saving benefactor in our hearts and never forget it.

"Plop" He knelt in front of Ziwei. He kowtowed three times in a row: "Thank you, Childe, for saving your life." The little radish head is in the next life, and he is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the son for saving his life. ”

Ziwei was stunned for a moment, and understood that he called the little radish head to "flutter" and laughed, diluting a trace of sadness. I remembered that I had just eaten a plate of sour radish in the restaurant, and I was teased by Xiao Er, but I didn't expect to meet a Wang Lao Er, a small radish head, as if there was a fixed number in the dark.

There will always be some people and things in life that you have never thought of.

Wang Lao Er wrapped two large bags of steamed buns, and then found some broken silver for Ziwei: "Childe, the buns have been sold to you, and then find some broken silver for you." ”

Ziwei said: "Forget it, even if I pay for those refugees who took your buns, it is not easy for you to buy and sell with a small capital, and if you meet some refugees in the future, just treat these silver as if I bought your buns and give them help in emergencies!" ”

Wang Lao Er looked at the gobbling child, his face flushed. He bowed again and again: "Thank you, Childe." Be sure to accumulate good deeds according to the instructions of the child. ”

Ziwei took the bun, took the child by the hand, and went to find his grandfather.

In a ruined temple, I found my grandfather who was crooked on the straw, dressed in tattered clothes, and fainted from hunger.

The child threw himself on his grandfather and shook his grandfather, calling out miserably: "Grandpa, grandpa, wake up!" Get up and eat the buns. ”

Ziwei held the child in her arms, reached out to probe the tip of his nose, and was still breathing weakly, and hurriedly asked someone to help carry him to the hospital for treatment.

The child cries miserably.

Chapter 149: The Evil King of Lewd Pleasure:/

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