readx();“ It may be that there is a shortage of materials here, but it is better to have porridge to drink than not to drink porridge. But the performance of the head catcher really made Chen Xiaomo unhappy.

There are five aunts in the catch, I don't know if it's true or not?

Finally, Chen Xiaomo came to the porridge bucket, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, which he had just picked up from the ground.

There is no food in this village, but there are a lot of bowls, and you can pick up one at hand.

Chen Xiaomo looked at the porridge bucket, but the scene surprised him. Because there was only one porridge bottom left in the porridge bucket, and the porridge was so thin that it was jaw-dropping, with a layer of clear rice soup and a few rice grains sporadically precipitated at the bottom.

This is also called porridge?

Just when Chen Xiaomo was puzzled, he only heard an old man behind him cry bitterly: "This bowl of porridge only has a few grains of rice, how can you eat enough?"

"yes, I don't know when this kind of day will be the end!" the other chimed in.

Without waiting for Chen Xiaomo to speak, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in Chen Xiaomo's bowl.

Chen Xiaomo counted carefully, and there were not even ten rice grains in this bowl of porridge.

"Hurry up and leave after you get it, don't occupy the pit and don't!" the catcher scolded.

If Wu Huaicheng had been, he would have been in a different place a long time ago.

Chen Xiaomo didn't pay attention to him, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of rice soup, and found that this rice soup was so unpalatable, as if it was mushy.

Caught up and stretched, and then shouted loudly: "Hurry up and work for me after eating, if you can't pay the food, you look good!"

The people were so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe, and one by one they shrunk their necks and prepared to get up to work.

The catcher nodded with satisfaction, and then told a catcher beside him: "Xiao Li, I'll go cool for a while, you have to keep an eye on them for me!"

"Don't worry!" said the catcher at once.

"Your Excellency!" a loud voice rang out, stopping the trap as he was leaving.

The head catcher looked at Chen Xiaomo and threw a sentence impatiently: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go!"

Chen Xiaomo forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I want to buy steamed buns!"

"Okay, if you want to buy it, you can buy it!" The head catcher asked casually: "How many?"

"If I want everyone here to eat steamed buns, how many will I need?"

The head catcher was taken aback, and he looked at Chen Xiaomo carefully. I saw that he was dressed cleanly, and at first glance, he was not a local, or he didn't know if he had any money on him.

"Hmph, if you don't say anything, you need 10,000!" said the head catcher disdainfully. He looked at Chen Xiaomo with a poor and sour face, and he couldn't afford to pay for it.

The surrounding people were attracted by this sound and gradually gathered, and some of them still swallowed their saliva, their eyes full of antiquity.

Chen Xiaomo looked at the head catcher angrily, and then took out a silver ingot from his arms, "This is fifty taels of silver, I want twenty-five thousand steamed buns!"

Chen Xiaomo's voice was not loud, but it swept the entire crowd like a wave.

It's so quiet all around!

The eyes of the head catcher were full of surprise and suspicion, but the people looked at Chen Xiaomo as if they had seen a savior.

"You, you, how many steamed buns do you want?" After a long time, the porridge catcher still did not get rid of the surprise.

"Twenty-five thousand!" Chen Xiaomo said loudly: "I want to let the people here have a full meal!"

The head catcher was stunned for a moment, then his eyes rolled, he smiled evilly, and shouted to Xiao Li beside him: "Xiao Li, go and steam 25,000 steamed buns for me now!"

"Oh!" the crowd immediately cheered. Looking at the fifty taels of silver in Chen Xiaomo's hand, some of them were smiling, and some were crying with joy.

After steaming the steamed buns, the head catcher talked with Chen Xiaomo.

"Little brother, you're not a local, right? Seeing that you are so generous, you must have a lot of money on you, right?" asked with a smile on his face, looking disgusting to see Chen Xiaomo.

"You don't care how much money I have!" Chen Xiaomo said coldly, "Let me ask you, your government obviously has food, why don't you give it to the people to eat?"

Hearing this, the face of the head catcher immediately changed, "You are a foreigner, why do you care so much!"

As he spoke, 25,000 steamed buns had already been steamed. Of course, most of them are leftovers that have been steamed before.

This time, the catchers carried two large buckets out.

Chen Xiaomo looked up and saw that these two big wooden barrels were not much smaller than the porridge buckets just now.

"My lord, the steamed bun has arrived, please instruct!" Xiao Li said respectfully.

Chen Xiaomo didn't even glance at the head catcher, so he said loudly: "Everyone come over to get steamed buns, don't grab them, everyone has a share!"

The crowd was in an uproar,

"Stop, do I let you eat?" said the head catcher suddenly pointed at everyone with his hand, and said with a lewd face.

More than a dozen catchers immediately understood, drew their knives and pointed at everyone, forming a line of separation.

"Whoever dares to take a step forward, don't blame me for not having long eyes with this weapon!" the headhunter threatened.

Hearing this, the people stayed where they were and didn't dare to move, it seems that they are usually bullied by this head catcher.

Then, the head catcher looked at Chen Xiaomo, only to see that Chen Xiaomo at this time was actually full of evil energy, and his eyes turned slightly red.

The head catcher didn't care, Chen Xiaomo was guilty of pink eye, and said to himself: "You are from out of town, and if you want to give them something to eat, you must pay an extra five yuan for each steamed bun, ah, no, it's ten yuan!"

Of course, the head catcher didn't notice Chen Xiaomo's murderous gaze, "Let me do the math, a steamed bun costs ten cents, and twenty-five thousand steamed buns are ......."

"Two hundred and fifty taels!" The catcher counted his fingers for a long time, and finally came up with an answer, "But this number is not very lucky!

Chen Xiaomo's heart suddenly appeared with murderous intent, the psychic jade on his chest flashed, he no longer paid attention to the head catcher, and walked straight to the direction where the steamed bun was.

"Stop, did I let you move?" The head catcher had a rogue expression on his face, and stretched out his hand to block Chen Xiaomo's body.

"Get out of the way!" Chen Xiaomo suddenly shouted. The voice was so loud, the tone was so fierce, and the killing intent was so strong that the head catcher was so frightened that he trembled.

The head catcher's heart was beating wildly, and the feeling just now was like going to hell. But he is the chief catcher here, a person with status and status, and he definitely can't lose face in front of everyone.

He trembled and pulled out his knife, pointed it at Chen Xiaomo with the shaking tip of the knife, with a trembling of horror and a bit of inexplicable begging in his voice, "Don't come here, I'll cut you if I come over again!"

At that moment, Chen Xiaomo could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, a red light flashed, and his figure appeared in front of the head catcher.

Then, he grabbed the headcatcher by the neck and lifted him off the ground.

"I'll let you fish the people!" Chen Xiaomo said fiercely. With a hard flick of his hand, the sturdy body of the head catcher was smashed out of the air by him, and then hit the plaque of the yamen straight up.

The four big words "honest and honest" on the plaque were immediately stained red by blood, and fell with the fainting head!