Reasonable.

The one who is in charge of the people is the real Lord Qingtian.

Qili Lane was originally a dilapidated alley where poor families in the city gathered, and most of the people here were the lowest-level people in the county.

Pick up manure and keep husbands.

Xiao Si, who begs for a living in the wine shop, is an apprentice blacksmith.

and prostitutes who really can't survive and go to the sea.

And Wang Mazi is just the most unpopular bastard, and even Mrs. Jian's dozens of days and nights of buying food to make up people's clothes were robbed by Ming.

Now the rice on the back of Mrs. Jane has already exceeded the value of those copper plates.

It can be seen that this strongman occupies the yamen.

Is he really a good person?

The current lord, as long as he doesn't bully them, is Amitabha.

"I said Mrs. Jane, you have to be careful, no matter how you say that the other party is not from the imperial court, if the army of the imperial court kills it, it will not necessarily be a happy event in the future."

Fang Zheng Luo, who spoke in Qili Lane, was originally from a poor background, but gave birth to a beautiful daughter, who was favored by the people who worked in the yamen, and the family gradually developed from then on.

Seeing that Granny Jian came to the crowd and said that Chen Ping was good, she pushed away the crowd and walked in front of the other party and couldn't help but remind.

Hearing this, Granny Jane turned to look at the other party.

Sneered:

"Phew~"

"Earlier this day, I knelt in front of your door and begged you to come forward to make the decision for me, but you ignored it, but now it's my old woman who has come to pretend to be a good person?"

"You!"

"How bold are you to speak to me like that?"

Fang Zheng Luo looked at each other in disbelief.

On weekdays.

When the neighbors saw him, they didn't bow their heads and call out to Master Luo, let alone Granny Jane being so rude and rude.

You must know that Wang Mazi is a bloody green-skinned character.

If I stand up for you, an old woman, what if I am hated by the other party, and say, what is the value of you as a widow Let me come forward for you.

But when Granny Jane said this in public, she lost a lot of face.

Sure enough.

He looked around, although the neighbors of Qili Lane didn't dare to comment on anything, their eyes had changed when they looked at him.

Fang is doing this to Granny Jane, isn't it like a mustard to them?

Xing annoyed the other party like this.

Luo raised his hand and said viciously: "Mrs. Jane, are you afraid that you are looking for death?" ”

Who expected that Granny Jane also held her head high.

Stretched out his face and handed it to the other party.

"You can fight, Lord Qingtian said, if anyone deceives me again, he will go directly to the official, and he will make the decision for my old wife."

"You fight!"

"You are an old woman, I don't have the same knowledge as you, and you pray that the strong man will not be killed by the court."

Luo Che blushed when he heard this, but his raised hand couldn't fall no matter what.

After all.

He didn't want to die.

Today, the news of Wang Mazi's beheading in Caikou has spread throughout the city.

So I could only chuckle twice.

With his hands behind his back, he returned to his two small courtyards.

"Huh!"

"Nothing to grow."

Granny Jane glanced at the other party coldly and spat on the ground.

She's lonely, and she's still egging him on an old dog?

"Granny Jane, so that strong man is really a good person?" After the fang was leaving, a group of neighbors gathered around again, curiously asking about the story of the strongman.

"That's not it."

"Mother-in-law of the Qian family, I can tell you, the first time I saw the old man, that look and the fairy characters who came out of the painting, I have also lived for decades, and I have never seen such a handsome Langjun."

"But I've heard people say it's a man-eating monster."

"Fart, how can a man-eating monster be the master of my old wife, and how can such a kind monster want to send me food, and the other party also said that when the system is perfected in the future, my old wife can go to the yamen every month to receive relief food."

"What?"

"Mrs. Jane, what you said is true, and I will send you relief food?"

"Ang, but the old man also said that it has to be an old man like me who can't survive."

"Really? Granny Jane, don't be a fool. ”

"If you don't believe it, I have to cook~"

Mrs. Jane cried all day today, and she was already exhausted, so she pushed away the neighborhood that she wanted to ask again, and went back to her mud-walled house to make porridge on fire.

As for cooking.

It's still too extravagant.

But even if it is cooking porridge, it attracts the envy of the neighbors of Qili Lane.

Not all of them can eat three meals a day.

Two meals a day is the norm for wealthy families, and most people here usually eat once a day is already a luxury, and it is a daily routine to eat once and be hungry for two days.

Separated by a mud house next to it.

A hungry girl with a bare ass and only a topless sackcloth bites her little finger on the dirt and sniffs the scent in the air through the window.

"Dog mongrel, don't go make a fire yet."

There was a shout at the door.

The girl's eyes lit up when she heard this, she jumped down from the stool, went into the kitchen barefoot, and quickly stuffed the branches and broken leaves into the stove hole, and took out the flint from the black clay pipe.

One time.

Two clicks.

Syllable~

The flames rubbed and red fireworks rose in the pupils.

"Alright, hurry up and watch your brother."

Qian Shi, who had a big fat waist, walked in, carefully took a rice bag from his arms, put two spoonfuls into the pot, and stirred it in the pot with his fingers.

Night comes.

Seven Mile Lane fell silent.

Qian lit a coal lamp, and a pot of white rice porridge was placed on the table.

But there was only one person who drank the porridge.

The pillars of this home.

Xiang Laosan.

A coolie who picks up dung for a living.

After Xiang Laosan finished eating, Qian took the three-year-old child to the table, fed the little doll one by one, and waited for the mother and son to eat.

The thin female doll sitting in the dark corner of the wall went over and brought the basin that was almost bottoming to the kitchen, poured it into half a broken bowl and ate it.

Maybe it's because I'm so hungry.

After two or three bites, I finished the soup and could only lick the bowl with my tongue.

"Eat, eat, you dog mongrel knows how to eat, why don't you hurry up and clean up the bowl."

"Yes."

The dog mongrel didn't dare to say much, so he got up and went into the kitchen with the bowl.

Wait for the laundry to be done.

The inner room has closed its doors.

The dog mongrel breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his straw mat on the edge of the wall, spread it out, and lay down directly.

Crumb.

I could hear Qian's wheezing sound in the room.

"Boss, why are you so good today?"

"Heh~ In troubled times, we are afraid that it will be difficult for us to live, how can we not live happily in time?"

"Phew, the head of the house, there is no food at home, it's not because you brought that dog mongrel, if you don't have her, how can our dog can't eat enough?"

"You can't be quiet, no matter how you say it, it's my eldest brother's only baby, how can you make me bear it."

"Then let's starve to death together."

"Phew!"

"Isn't Lao Tzu still able to pick up dung, and I can't starve you to death."

"Hey, I'm afraid that now the yamen is gone, can the strongmen in the yamen give you the money for picking dung?"

Xiang Laosan, who was lying on Qian's body, was silent when he heard this.

He couldn't give an answer to that question.

"No, I think if it really doesn't work, I'll sell this dog mongrel."