At the execution platform in the bazaar, the executioner threw his head up and drank a sip of spirits, and with a puff of a large knife, he drenched the wine.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves are falling when the wind blows through the branches, and the weather is cold.

The little deaf man stood in the crowd, stretched out his hand and pulled the sleeve of his pale and elegant coat, gesturing with his hand not to look.

"You little lambs are also here to join in the fun, be careful to scare the soul, and go along." The load-bearer made a gesture to drive the two to the side.

Children are not allowed to look at this, the yang energy is low, and it is easy to scare the soul, I don't know whose children are not good at taking care of it, and they actually came to see people cut off their heads.

An Ran ignored the others, and looked at the panicked people on the stage, she knew in her heart that this woman must have been wronged, and how she carried this pot that should not be carried.

For a moment, she seemed to look at a woman, frightened and helpless, her white lips were slightly open, and her black and white eyes were wide open to the widest and she scanned the crowd in the audience, as if she was looking for something.

The prison officer sitting in the first chair, of medium stature, pursed his lips, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a sharp color between his eyebrows, he glanced at the sundial, and when the time came, he simply threw down the killing token.

There was a gasp from the crowd, and some covered their eyes and didn't dare to look at the head that fell on the stage.

An Ran only closed his eyes tightly at the moment the knife fell, his heart was pounding, and he opened his eyes and looked straight in her direction with a pair of dead eyes.

The executioner picked up a few heads and put them away with the corpses, and waited for the family to give up some money and ask a second leatherman to stitch up the corpses and take them back for burial.

Today's weather is a little cold, and I gathered my clothes safely.

The little deaf man saw that the little lady was motionless, but he was frightened, and he didn't care about the rules, so he took the cold hand and wanted to leave here.

The little deaf man found that his hands were getting colder and colder, and sweat was coming out, and his mouth was making anxious sounds.

"I'm fine, let's go." Enron didn't take her hand back, she needed a little warmth now.

What lingered in An Ran's mind was the wide eyes just now, and a pair of black brocade boots stopped her.

Looking up, it turned out to be the white boss of Baiwei Restaurant, followed by two servants.

Bai Qingyu looked at the little girl and touched the other party's forehead with her hand: "Your little face is pale, but you have a cold." ”

An Ran didn't know if her face was white, she only knew that she was not very comfortable, maybe she was frightened by what had just happened, she had also seen murders and corpses on the way to escape, but they were all watching from a distance, and her previous memories were not really clear.

The old woman in the bun shop was also lying on her side when she died, not shocked, not like this woman, with great emotional fluctuations, the whole head bone was around a few times with her mouth open and staring, as if the next moment she would turn into the vain ghost and ask for someone's life.

An Ran touched his head, it turned out that he had cold sweat on his forehead, but he shook his head and said that he didn't catch a cold, maybe he was physically frightened just now.

"This is going to Zhuangzi outside, it's good that Uncle Bai will take you there, just to talk to your grandfather about something." Bai Qingyu took the little girl's hand and wanted to go to Wang's Farm to have a look.

The little servant next to the little girl, gesturing in his hand, and his speech was not clear, it turned out to be a dumb child, and the dumb child carried a lot of half-sized vegetable seedlings and some paper bags tied to grass ropes on his back, thinking that it was a vegetable seedling for farming.

The servant beside Bai Qingyu handed the purchased pastry to the master, which was the new osmanthus cake recently produced by Hua Cake Zhai.

The aroma of the open osmanthus cake is fragrant, the faint fragrance of osmanthus seems to have a branch of blooming osmanthus next to it, why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class in the flower, the fragrance is through the nose, refreshing people's spleen.

Bai Qingyu handed a piece to the little girl, just coaxing it like her own daughter.

Although he didn't have much appetite, An Ran still stuffed the pastries into his mouth, there were not many pastries in his hands, a total of six pieces, and he picked up one for the little deaf.

The little deaf man is what everyone calls him, and there is no discrimination, ten deaf and nine dumb, the little deaf man can't hear and speak, he can only make some sounds, everyone calls him like this, and he can't hear the name, but he can see everyone's lip language, the little deaf is the easiest to observe the change in the mouth shape, and he knows that he is calling him.

The little deaf man who took the pastry was very happy, looked up and turned to Bai Qingyu, and saw that the other party did not have a displeasure and ate it.

An Ran was not used to other people holding her, so she retracted her hand and ignored Bai Qingyu's embarrassment.

"Uncle Bai's family also has Zhuangzi." An Ran took the initiative to cut into the topic, a person who does business every day does not go to the north and south to talk to the owner about business, but wants to go to their farm to see, obviously he also knows about their restaurant.

"The little girl is really smart, if you are interested, Uncle Bai will take you to play next time, there are a lot of delicious and fun things." Bai Qingyu learned from the people under his command that this Wang family is now going to do a restaurant business, although the location is a little remote, it should not be underestimated.

He also sent people to investigate the goods of their north and south families, wanting to know who supplied them at the source.

Some fresh vegetables and vegetables are self-supplied by farms outside the city, and the mountain goods or something did see their people to collect them far away, thinking that there is a fixed head of goods, otherwise it is not easy to supply so many mountain goods.

"Little Miss, this is ......" Zhang Yazi saw the handsome boy with extraordinary bearing on the side, and he knew that he was noble.

"It's Boss Bai, the owner of Baiwei Restaurant, their family buys a lot of our things, come and take a look at our dishes."

Zhang Yazi understood, was very polite, and led people to the ground, and Wang Po sold melons like a vigorous boast of growing vegetables.

In the field are thinly clothed women, pulling vegetables and loading them onto carts, doing their work very carefully.

"We have never seen these dishes in this world, stained with the light of the little girl, today is an eye-opener, it seems that Uncle Wang has traveled south and north to see a lot of knowledge, old man, your vegetables are so good, I want to grow them for many years."

An Ran heard what he said, this guy is afraid that he is going to dig up some trade secrets, these vegetable seeds are all obtained from her hard work to upgrade the farm, and many dishes are unheard of and unseen in this place, and the main thing is that rare is expensive.

Bai Qingyu is a wealthy businessman from other places, the Bai family's business covers all walks of life, the family is big, the second in the family, he took over all the restaurant business in the family.

It was the first time he had seen a businessman like the Wang family who suddenly appeared, and his ancestors were also unknown, but his family's things were also invisible in several big countries.

At this time, it was time to eat, and it was Junzi who delivered the meal, driving the cart, and there was a large cart of food on it.

Bai Qingyu was interested and wanted to take a look at the food.

I saw that the people who ate would wash their hands in the lake first, bring their own dishes and chopsticks, and wait in line to eat.

"Wow! Junko, what day is today, there are fish and meat, and it is so good to eat. ”

The few men who were familiar with the village looked at the oily food in the bucket, as if the exhaustion of their bodies had disappeared, and they all stood on tiptoe, eager to eat a fine meal.

It was the first time Bai Qingyu had seen such a good meal for his subordinates, but it didn't look good in a big wooden barrel.

He knows these people in the field, some time ago, there were rumors everywhere about the Wang family buying slaves, both young and old, and the Wang family was kind-hearted, eating and drinking for them.

In the eyes of businessmen, these are all loss-making and unprofitable things, slaves are always slaves, and being nice to them will only cause trouble.

(End of chapter)