"Ah Yue, I remember to move all this."

In the crowded docks, short brown porters are constantly carrying goods to the ship.

Supervisor Zhang commanded the actions of the porters, moving rice bags and wooden boxes in an orderly manner.

Among the porters, there was a tall figure standing out from the crowd, half a head taller than the man next to him, and carrying far more goods on his shoulders than the others.

What's even more incredible is that.

It's a woman.

Murong Yue heard the words of the prison chief, and looked in the direction he pointed, the goods on the carriage were full of piles, and they looked very heavy.

Retracting his gaze, Murong Yue continued to walk forward, sweat dripping on the ground, and was soon evaporated by the sun.

The others were seven or eight people carrying a cart of goods, and only Murong Yue had to move a cart by himself.

It's not that Zhang is targeting her.

On the contrary, this was Murong Yue's own request.

Because the more she moves, the more money she gets, and the more she can eat.

Murong Yue hadn't eaten for half a month.

Passers-by looked sideways, they had never seen such a tall woman before.

In the face of everyone's pointing and pointing, Murong Yue didn't react, and continued to carry the goods with a snort.

Murong Yue has grown up rapidly since he was a child, and when he encountered this situation at the beginning, he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, hiding from no one, and then he was afraid of hunger, and he only thought about eating.

As for the other gossip, she doesn't care about these things, just don't go hungry.

At sunset, the people on the pier were almost scattered.

It was about to get dark, and the goods were all moved, so Zhang Jiantou walked up to Murong Yue and paid her today's wages.

"Take it."

Murong Yue took the cloth bag, poured out the silver and copper coins inside, put them in his arms, and then returned the cloth bag to Zhang Jiantou.

"Thank you, Uncle."

"Thank me, go back and eat well, don't be hungry."

Zhang Jiantou looked at this girl who had been watched by himself since she was a child, and felt pity.

He stretched out his hand and found that he couldn't reach Murong Yue's shoulder, so he had to withdraw his hand curtly and put his hands behind his back.

"Ah Yue, you shouldn't stay here with your talent, go and practice martial arts, that's your way out."

"Working as a porter at the dock all day long, I don't earn much silver."

Murong Yue lowered his head and did not speak.

It's not that she hasn't been there, she used to be hungry for half a year to save money to worship in the martial arts hall, but for two months in a row, she didn't even touch the entrance to martial arts, and was finally swept away.

"Uncle, I'm hungry."

Zhang Jiantou sighed and said helplessly: "Go, go, go, be careful on the road." ”

Leaving the dock, Murong Yue found a stall behind his street and sat down.

The tables and chairs here are very small, which makes Murong Yue very uncomfortable to sit on.

But the food here is cheap, and she can eat more.

"Grandma, pickles and steamed buns."

Only then would Murong Yue's voice be higher and full of joy, because this was the happiest time of her day.

She hummed the song her mother had taught her and waited for the food to arrive.

"Come on, come on."

The stall owner is an old woman with gray temples, her son was paralyzed at home with epilepsy a few years ago, and her wife died again, so she could only come out to earn a living by herself.

A drawer of steamed buns was brought out, steaming hot.

Murong Yue swallowed his saliva, and couldn't wait to pick up a steamed bun and break it and stuff it into his mouth.

Grandma patted Murong Yue's back, "Eat slowly, don't choke." ”

After that, I hurried back to continue steaming steamed buns.

That drawer of steamed buns was enough for a few people to eat, but Grandma knew that it was just an appetizer for this child.

As time passed, there were more and more vacant bamboo grates beside Murong Yue, so much so that later Grandma had to take back these eaten bamboo grates and steam them, because the remaining bamboo grates had been used up.

The sky was getting darker, and Grandma was already sweating profusely.

"Grandma, I'm full."

Murong Yue put down the bamboo grate, and then used the remaining half of the steamed bun to blot up the vegetable stains on the pickle plate, and then threw it into his mouth.

"Okay, I'll come back next time."

"Okay."

Murong Yue got up to leave, turned her head and touched her flat lower abdomen, feeling depressed.

Didn't eat enough.

It's just that her salary today is only a little more than half of a tael, and she has already spent it all.

Half a tael of silver is already a lot, and the average porter only has a few dozen cents a day.

Grandma's life is not easy, so every time the money is spent, Murong Yue will leave very consciously.

On the way home, I smelled the fragrance coming from the road ahead, and my mouth kept secreting saliva.

Unconsciously speeding up his pace, Murong Yue found that it was a wonton stall, and large wontons with thin skin and thick flesh were thrown into the pot, exuding an attractive aroma in the crystal soup.

His stomach screamed again, and since his mother died, Murong Yue had never eaten wontons again.

Not because of anything else, ravioli are too expensive.

The money to buy a bowl of wontons is enough to buy a dozen steamed buns.

The ravioli is not full.

After reluctantly glancing at the wonton stall, Murong Yue forced himself to turn around.

When you go home and go home, you won't want to eat if you can't see it.

"Girl, let's eat a bowl of wontons, our wontons are delicious!"

Although the stall owner was surprised by Murong Gao's size, he still tried to greet her.

The departing figure paused.

......

Murong Yue spooned a wonton, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then gently bit down half of it, the deliciousness of the wonton filling and the slippery feeling of the wonton skin were really wonderful.

Woo woo, how can it be so delicious.

Drinking all the soup in the bowl, Murong Yue smashed his mouth with satisfaction.

After a while, she suddenly reacted.

A bowl of wontons costs more than ten yuan, which means that she has eaten more than a dozen steamed buns.

Frustration and remorse welled up in my heart.

Even the ravioli I just ate is not fragrant.

"Stallholder, bring ten more bowls of wontons and serve them to this girl."

A warm male voice sounded, and Murong Yue looked in the direction from which the voice came, it was a handsome Lang Jun, who looked like a scholar, but with a long knife behind his back.

......

"Thank you, I will definitely give you the money back."

Murong Yue cried with a sad face, and his voice was like a mosquito.

At first, Murong Yue resolutely refused, but as soon as the stall owner brought the wontons, only steaming wontons remained in Murong Yue's eyes.

After eating, Murong Yue regained his senses, and the whole person was stunned.

This person is so bad, he only ate a dozen steamed buns less, but now he has to eat more than a hundred.

Murong was about to become depressed.

Chen Yuyan sat opposite her with a knife, laughing in her heart.

Why is this girl so funny.

"I told you that you don't have to pay back, I'm here to find you."

"Huh?"

Just now, Murong Yue was so engrossed in eating wontons that he didn't hear what Chen Yuyan said at all.

Chen Yuyan didn't care, approached her with a smile, and said again:

"Your mother is a close friend of the elders in my family, and she entrusted our family to take care of you before she died."

"Won't I just come now?"