Finding corpses and cutting flesh.

Soups and noodles.

In order to relieve the world and help thousands of hungry people in fire and water.

Little Peach Blossom Sun Erniang said such a reason.

It's really an injection in the buttocks, which made Chen Ping open his eyes.

At the moment, he was a little unclear.

Are these Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing really out of kindness, and they were forced to make this decision.

As for whether this method is clever or not.

Chen Ping is also not easy to evaluate.

The other party also put forward several reasons not to plunder the gentry.

A master of the official lineage.

The blood butcher Wu Erlang and the seven-rank captain Lin Han were staring at this piece, and they would die if they made a move.

In this world, not everyone can be like him Chen, sitting on a heavenly creation, backed by mountains, rivers and ocean currents, and it is not impossible to change the color of this day in a hurry.

But the human meat bun this way.

After all, the road is narrow.

After pulling these outcasts out of hell, they sent them to another hell.

So.

Should it be killed?

Chen Ping looked at those squatting on the ground eating meat buns, the happy smiles on his innocent faces, and the butcher knife in his hand was temporarily put down after all.

In the hometown of "Water Margin", it is said that Sun Erniang was miserable in her early years, and she was brought up by Sun Laohan and opened a restaurant in Shilipo, where the rivers and lakes meet.

Partnered with Zhang Qing in the vegetable garden, doing the inn business of human meat buns, although it was bad, but robbing the rich and helping the poor, people called him a hero, and even met Wu Song later, became a friend, and then went to Liangshan to be a thief.

Until the imperial court recruited An, this Liangshan dominatrix Sun Erniang died on the battlefield.

It's also a good death.

But.

This demon-infested Great Song.

Can Little Peach Blossom Sun Erniang believe it?

Chen Ping pondered for a moment.

Chen Ping waved his hand.

Some of them left with the dog girl.

As he intended.

But whoever eats people can be killed with a sword.

But these thousands of displaced people have eaten human flesh, how can he do it, and even after this shot, will there be less cannibalism in the world?

If it's not that I can't live.

How can people eat people.

Who is it that keeps these people from living?

Is it a locust?

Devil?

Gentry?

is still under the whole world, and it is not the Zhao family of the emperor of the royal land.

Or maybe it is.

And what about the thousands of bystanders?

This was Chen Ping's insomnia on the first day he came to the Demon Great Song Dynasty.

Even if the bamboo building is isolated from the flow of water and the noise of the world, it cannot be isolated from the scene seen in the woods during the day.

When the next day the dog girl gets up.

was about to boil water to wash his son's face, and saw Chen Ping sitting alone on the edge of the bamboo garden, looking into the distance.

"Childe, wash your face." The dog girl didn't bother Chen Ping, but waited until the water was boiled before coming over to say hello.

Chen Ping took the towel.

Wiped his face.

"Prepare the ship."

"Yes."

Could it be that the son didn't sleep all night?

If the dog girl thinks about it.

My heart hurts.

~

Stop the boat.

got on this Yanggu pier.

There were far fewer barefoot farmers and fishermen, and there were more vagrants with their bags on their backs.

"Sir!"

"Master, do you want a servant, you think it's good for me to be a girl, I'll give it to you if you want!"

Chen Ping went ashore as soon as he landed.

The sharp-eyed homeless person was already attracted by Chen Ping's temperament, and a homeless person pulled a girl who was about five years old to Chen Ping and knelt down in front of him and said.

In her eyes.

Being able to be a slave to a master like Chen Ping is also a way to live.

Chen Ping held her up.

looked at the girl who was still hanging with snot in her nostrils, grabbed her mother with both hands, and stared at Chen Ping in horror.

Chen Ping shook his head.

Took a piece of biscuit from her backpack and gave it to her.

"Eat."

The little doll subconsciously took it, smelled the cake, swallowed its saliva, and looked at its mother.

Hesitate for a moment.

Or handed it to the mother.

Said a sentence:

"Grandma eats."

"Thank you, sir!" The woman first bowed to Chen Ping, then took the baked cake, carefully broke a small piece and stuffed it into the girl's mouth, and quickly hid the remaining cake into her chest.

This year.

For her.

A piece of bread can change a life.

For Chen Ping.

This cake is just a snack, and it even has a greasy taste.

The huge contrast made Chen Ping speechless.

Only then did the woman take the doll and leave.

He reacted.

The fishermen in this wharf can barely survive, but the displaced people who have fled because of the locust plague can only live one day at a time.

~

"I beg you, as long as someone is willing to bury my father and mother in the coffin, I am willing to be a slave and obey the call."

Not far from the county gate of Linyang Valley.

Some homeless people set up stalls.

There were old corpses of a man and a woman hanging on the stall, and the stall owner Miao Ling looked no more than sixteen, crying red eyes, wearing a white cloth that he didn't know where to find and kneeling beside the corpse and shouting.

The onlookers and the people of Yanggu County discussed with great interest.

"Ahh

"It's expensive!"

"This girl looks like a good girl."

"But she asked for two coffins, which would cost at least five taels of silver."

"yes."

"It's expensive, it's a loss-making business."

"But no, now as long as you stutter, this female doll can be sent over directly, do you still need to buy it?"

~

"I'm coming!"

Out of the crowd came a barefoot man of nearly sixty years old.

"Yo~"

"Isn't this the old pole at the mouth of Dongcheng Alley, where did you get the money to make a coffin for a girl when you were a coolie?"

Someone saw someone coming.

Suddenly, hehe.

This man is like this, and he can't see anyone else benefiting.

This old pole is not annoyed when he hears it.

Just happy to say:

"I'm not enough alone, but dozens of my brothers can get together together." The old pole showed the molars in his mouth.

A foul smell rushed into the sister's nostrils.

I just felt suffocated.

But at this moment, my heart is dead, and I have only one wish to bury my parents in the ground, and the skin of this world seems to be no longer so important.

"I said old pole, you shouldn't have dozens of people using this one mother-in-law, right?" Others laughed.

When the old pole heard this, he looked at him with a serious face.

Curious:

"How do you know what I'm waiting for?"

"Phew~!"

Others couldn't help but spit when they heard it, and secretly scolded this old pole for being so shameless.

They persuaded the stall owner not to agree to him.

At the same time, my heart is itchy.

I want to do it.

I also suffer from lack of money.

It's just that I don't think it's worth it.

"Girl, are you willing?" The old pole ignored them, staring at the girl's already slightly bulging chest, he couldn't eat these years, and his development was still not ideal, but the old pole didn't mind.

This has been suffering for most of his life, and he has been a coolie for decades, and he has no mother-in-law so he can only go to Goolan to drink wild tea.

And the female baby bear in front of her is a little smaller.

But it's better than the water.

You must know that as long as the tea is drinkable on weekdays, that is, those dignitaries and gentlemen can drink it, and an old man like him may not even be able to touch it on weekdays.

But now.

The hundreds of miles of locust plagues in the southwest have displaced hundreds of thousands of people and given him the opportunity to taste the finest fresh flower tea.

"As long as the master is willing to bury my father and mother in a coffin, I will be the master's person."

The girl nodded.

Double-confirm.

She is indeed dead, her parents are dead, and there is no way to live.