Qingwen looked around suspiciously, and when she saw a certain place, her heart became even more panicked.

It was the gate of his house, and many people were gathered there.

Who provoked the anger of the people, was the door blocked? Qingwen hurriedly got out of the carriage and walked over quickly.

Jia Hui walked in front, pulling left and right, and squeezed out a way for her with her small body.

Qingwen, who squeezed into the front, couldn't help but laugh.

Inside, Grandpa Jiao was sitting at the door of the house, telling stories with his eyebrows fluttering.

"The northern barbarian looks good, the one who is rude, tall and strong, with a scruffy beard, riding on a horse......"

"Uncle Jiao, are the Northern Barbarians more rude than you?" A young man in his twenties quipped.

"Go, go, little forgotten eight lambs, is Grandpa Jiao still rude? I think back then, my grandfather was also a 'flower in the barracks'! ”

Jiao Dabai scolded with white eyes, and everyone laughed.

"Grandpa Jiao, come and have a cup of tea, and then continue."

Cuiliu walked out with a teapot and smiled, adding tea to the tea bowl in front of the old man.

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, these little donkey cubs, they've been pestering me every day to tell stories, and they've forgotten to buy our tofu."

Jiao Da picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, and began to drive people, "Go all the way, go buy our tofu." I don't pay for listening to the story, but I can buy a few more pieces of tofu. ”

Everyone laughed and went to line up in front of the shop.

The crowd gradually dispersed, flashing Qingwen and Jiahui out.

Jiao Da saw Qingwen at a glance, and his smiling eyes showed a gleam.

"Little master, don't look at me talking nonsense here, I can keep watching, no one dares to come to our house to make trouble."

The soy products shop is the two upside-down houses in front of the house, and the doors open separately and face the street outside.

People in the house can still enter and exit through the gate.

Jiao Da sat at the gate, and he could see the situation at the door of the shop as soon as he turned his head.

What a door god! Let him guard the door, and he really guards it meticulously.

Qingwen smiled and expressed her satisfaction.

When the crowd was about to astigmatize, a dozen or so children came running from the corner of the street.

The face is dirty, the hair is unkempt, the clothes are tattered, the dog beating stick is dragged all the way, and the bamboo chopsticks knock on the broken bowl "dang dang dang chang" sound.

Jia Hui hurriedly stepped forward, protected Qingwen behind her, and whispered: "Girl, you go into the house, I will deal with these children." ”

"They're here for me, not for food." Jiao Da looked at Qingwen with some embarrassment.

Qingwen stood still until the group of children rushed over.

"Grandpa Jiao, tell us about it again, when you were besieged in Zhaohu Mountain?" One of the children at the front shouted.

"Let's talk about it, let's talk about it." A few chicks nodded their heads like pecks at the back.

Jiao Da glanced at Qingwen again, and Qingwen smiled and nodded.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he continued to tell the story with his eyebrows fluttering.

This old man with no children and no daughters, no grandchildren to inherit his knees, can have a group of children around him in his old age, do not worry about eating and drinking, and do not worry about no one to support, how can he not be happy?

"Jia Hui, go buy some steamed buns, and then go to the shop to get a few vegetarian hams." Qingwen said.

"Girl......" Jia Hui covered her money bag and didn't want to move.

She knew that this was a group of beggars, and the girl was kind for a while, but she was afraid that they would run to her door to beg for food when they were hungry in the future.

How much silver does that girl have to afford to support such a group of people?

"It's okay, let's go."

Qingwen looked at the oldest child who was only ten years old, and the youngest was only six or seven years old, thinking about the difficulties of the original owner wandering outside, she couldn't help but feel compassion.

She doesn't have the ability to give them a better life now, and she can still do it if she gives them a full meal.

Jia Hui went to the steamed bun shop next to her, bought a dozen steamed buns at once, and went to her own shop to get a few vegetarian hams, and took two catties of salted dried bean curd on her own initiative.

This girl looks reluctant, but she is actually quite kind at heart.

Since you have decided to give a meal to others, let them have their own food.

The thirst for food overcame the interest in the story, and the little beggars ran away from Jiao Da and rushed to Jiahui, and the rice bowls reached out to her.

"It's all, it's all there! Go to the queue, don't queue and don't eat. ”

Jia Hui bent down to cover her food, shouting loudly to maintain order, she was afraid that those children would be hungry and came up to rob her.

"What a hassle!" The little beggar hummed and dragged the stick to line up.

Jia Hui began to distribute food, a large steamed bun per person, half a vegetarian ham, and a few pieces of salted dried bean curd, which made the children's bowls rise sharply.

Most of the children went to the side with their rice bowls and ate them in large gulps, and only one of the eight or nine-year-old boys rubbed the bowl in front of Qingwen.

His face was not as dirty as that of other children, his hair was combed decently, and his clothes were old but clean.

If he hadn't been mixed up in the begging pile, Qingwen would have thought that he was simply a child of a poor family, not begging on the street.

"You...... Is there something wrong? She asked the boy.

The boy looked at her with some embarrassment and asked in a low voice:

"What kind of work does the girl have, can I do it for you? When my father was there, he used to teach my sister and me not to eat 'white rice'. You can't take other people's things for nothing, and you can't eat other people's food for nothing.

The so-called 'reactive power is not punished'...... There is also a saying...... 'The aspirant does not drink the water of the stolen spring, and the incorruptible do not drink the food that comes from the spur'......"

The boy stammered, but his eyes were bright.

Qingwen just wants to say, what kind of mess is this?

But she understood, the child meant that he did not want to eat what she gave him for nothing, and hoped to exchange his labor for food.

Good! Have a backbone! Qingwen couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

But for a moment, she couldn't think of anything that could make this child, who looked less than ten years old, do it.

"What would you do if I said I didn't have a job for you to do?" She asked softly.

The boy lowered his eyes in disappointment, looked at the food in the bowl, pursed his lips and said, "Is the girl really not working?" I can do anything. ”

Qingwen shook her head again, at this moment she wanted to see if this child could stick to her bottom line?

"Then, I'll take this steamed bun......"

The boy reluctantly put down the bowl and carefully picked up the steamed bun in it, "My sister is only six years old, she hasn't eaten for two days, and she is so hungry that she can't come out with me to beg for food, so this steamed bun is for her to eat." In the future, I will come to help the girl work again and repay the girl's gift of steamed buns. ”

The boy carefully put the steamed bun into his arms, hugged his fist at Qingwen and said, "Thank you, girl, I have to go back to my sister quickly." ”

"Wait a minute," Qingwen called out to him, "I suddenly remembered that I really had something I wanted you to do for me." ”