She didn't want to always have a guard dangling behind her like a fart—an eyesore! Xiao Huozi's sense of existence is very low, and most of the time, she forgets that there is a "bodyguard" behind her!

Not long after walking, I smelled the sweetness of roasted sweet potatoes. Following the fragrance, it turned out to be my brother's door, pushing a cart to sell roasted sweet potatoes! It seems that the business is really good - I saw the sixth brother and the starling brother around, surrounding these five or six children, the youngest one is about the same as Xiao Shi, holding the corner of his brother's clothes, snorting his index finger, and drooling at the clay pot of roasted sweet potatoes.

Song Liumao took out two roasted sweet potatoes from the clay pot, weighed them neatly, and said to the boy who was leading his younger brother next to him: "Two medium roasted sweet potatoes, a total of one catty and six taels, fifteen wen and one catty, you give twenty-two wen!" ”

The boy counted twenty-two copper plates from his purse and handed them over, and took the roasted sweet potatoes wrapped in oiled paper. His brother jumped at his feet: "Brother, brother, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, eat roasted sweet potatoes!" ”

"It's a little hot now, I'll eat it when I get home!" The boy seemed impatient, but his eyes were very gentle, with a bit of pampering and indulgence.

"No, no! I'll eat it now! Xiao Douding's little body twisted into a twist.

Helpless, the boy had to squat down, help his brother tear open the sweet potato skin, blow it gently, and bring it to his brother's mouth. The little guy took a big bite and hissed, but he was reluctant to spit it out. The boy quickly opened his mouth wide and blew into his mouth. With tears in his eyes, the little guy swallowed the first bite of the roasted sweet potato. In an instant, I was conquered by the taste of roasted sweet potatoes again, and I smiled...... The tears are still a little moist!

Song Bamao saw his sister when he was collecting money, and hurriedly took out a small baked sweet potato from the clay pot, wrapped it in several layers of oiled paper, and sent it to her, and asked, "Sister, did you come out by yourself?" What do you want to buy? Wait for my brother to finish selling these roasted sweet potatoes and accompany you to buy them. ”

Song Ziran took the sweet potato, shook his head, and said, "Don't buy anything, just shop around......"

"How do you cut the line? Didn't you see us all lined up? A little girl in a peach-colored skirt, looking at her seven or eight years old, looked at the roasted sweet potato in Song Ziran's hand, and said unhappily.

A young man in front of her, frowning slightly, said, "That's someone's sister, there is no reason to queue up to eat your own food." If you can't wait, go back! ”

"Cousin!" The little girl in the pink shirt stomped her feet and said, "People sell sweet potato mud legs, they all know to protect their sister, you are good, you either scold me for this or reprimand me for that all day long." I'm just making you look down on you? ”

The little boy looked at his arrogant cousin impatiently, snorted coldly, and said, "If you are also like a sister, well-behaved, sensible and cute, I will also protect you!" Also, educated people never judge people by their appearance and satirize other people's identities! Don't forget, count up to three generations, and your family is also mud legs! ”

Song Ziran nibbled on the roasted sweet potato in her hand, leaned forward under her feet, and looked at the excitement with interest. The little girl was holding her breath and couldn't get her breath, and she glanced over the corner of her eye, and stretched out her hand angrily......

"Wow - grab something! Hit someone! Seeing that she wanted to push herself, Song Ziran took a step back, stuffed the sweet potato in her hand into the little girl's outstretched hand, and then rubbed her eyes with her little hand and "cried" loudly. While crying, she also looked through the gap between her fingers to see the little girl and her cousin's expressions.

This is the most prosperous and lively area in the west of the city, and the pedestrians who buy things next to it, as well as the customers who pick up items in the shop, all gather around when they hear this voice-

"What an old man, and bullying a little doll of four or five years old. I'm not ashamed! ”

"Look at this dress, it doesn't look like someone who can't afford more than a dozen dollars, why do you still rob other people's roasted sweet potatoes to eat?"

"Such a big girl, she will be able to get married in a few years, is there no shame!"

"Not really! Who would dare to marry such a girl! ”

……

The little girl in the pink dress suddenly turned red. She threw the roasted sweet potato in her hand to the ground, looked at the people around her who were pointing at her, and said angrily, "Who robbed her of the sweet potato?" I'm the niece of Chongxi County, I have more than a dozen shops and hundreds of acres of fertile land at home, will I grab this worthless sweet potato? ”

The young boy's brows furrowed even tighter, it was about his own reputation, he couldn't let this cousin go any longer. He pulled the little girl's sleeve fiercely, and said coldly: "Shut up, say another word, I'll let my father send you back to Wu County!" ”

He turned to Song Ziran, who was rubbing his eyes and crying, and bent over and said, "Little sister, is it ours, I will compensate you on behalf of my cousin......

"Wow! My sweet potatoes! Song Ziran's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, her red lips pursed slightly, and her bright eyes that were rubbed red looked even more pitiful. She stared at the deformed sweet potatoes on the ground, opened her throat and continued to howl, "That's what my family has worked hard to grow, and I used so much charcoal fire to roast it slowly." How can you bear to spoil such delicious sweet potatoes? My grandmother said that if you waste food, you will be struck by thunder and thunder! Woowoo...... Oh my sweet potatoes! ”

Song Bamao looked at his sister who was thundering and not raining, and glared angrily in cooperation: "You said that we are mud legs, that's it." Who didn't dig out the soil for their ancestors?

Without us mud legs, who have worked hard to grow food, what would you eat? Without us ordinary people raising silkworms and weaving cloth, what would you wear? Eat ours, wear ours, and scold us hillbillies. That's what the white-eyed wolf said about you, right?

If you have great money and power, you can bully the common people casually? King Chen and the little general have never looked down on us, your family is more powerful than the palace? ”

"That is, the prince loves the people like a son, if he encounters him, he will not condone the relatives of the officials under him and abuse his own people!" The onlookers next to them said one after another.

"Wow-wow-" Song Ziran's eyes rolled around between his fingers, and when he saw the opportunity, he howled two voices, increasing the atmosphere and momentum.

The little girl in the pink dress, who had never seen such a momentum, said inwardly: "I didn't!" Don't talk nonsense! I didn't want to bully, I just couldn't get used to her pretending! Look at her, she didn't cry at all, she was pretending! ”

Why do you know that Song Ziran is pretending? Because of this trick, she often makes it at home. It's this trick that cleaned up the brothers in good order.

Song Bamao, who was anxious to protect his sister, was so angry that his eyes were on fire, if the other party was not a little girl, he could beat people so that her mother didn't recognize her.