Sitting on the ground and starting from the price, like this kind of yellow-faced coarse bun, if you can't gnaw it with bad teeth, you can buy two for a penny in the city. However, if it is placed in a broken temple covered with wind and snow, it is worth this price.

Of course, no matter how much the yellow flour bun sells, it has nothing to do with Zhao Feng, because he can't even pay a penny.

He swallowed before he said, "Do you have a child?"

The woman was slightly stunned, and her eyes were unhappy: "What did you say?" Does she look very old?

Her apricot eyes widened slightly, obviously she had a good and delicate face, and there was immediately a spicy breath. Zhao Feng's heart jumped, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "I, I mean, are there juniors in your family?"

The woman's face turned slightly pale: "Yes." What are you going to do?"

"How old are you?"

"The eldest is six years old. She asked, "What?"

"That's just right. Zhao Feng opened the cover of the bookcase and took out something from it, "This is worth five wen, how about exchanging you for a yellow-faced bun?"

The woman looked at it, and what he took out was a small portable lamp, which was made into the shape of a red goldfish with protruding eyes, and the workmanship was very good, but the palm-sized fish lamp even had the folds on the fish's tail and the scales on the fish's body countable.

She had seen lanterns for children in the city, some of which were just ink drawings, but they were never so delicate. What's even more interesting is that when the wind blows, the fish will turn its head on its own, as if it is shaking its head and tail. This young man said that he could sell Wuwen, which was a little less.

Zhao Feng said again: "There is another month to be the Shangsi Festival, take it back, and then you don't have to prepare a small lamp when you take your children to the park." ”

The woman didn't care about the five cents, but she was so annoyed to think that she had to prepare a gift for the little radish head at home. This small lamp looks really exquisite, who knew that Wuwen could buy it? So she handed over the yellow bun and changed the lamp in her hand.

Zhao Feng took it, roasted it over the fire, and then devoured it.

He looked away, this steamed bun tasted very good, it was still thin noodles, chewing faintly sweet, and there were two red dates in it, which was not the coarse bun often sold on the street.

"Delicious. He slurred, "Thank you!"

After a few bites of pasta, his stomach finally stopped burning uncomfortably.

The woman sat on the edge of the pillar, as if she hadn't heard him, her eyes half-narrowed, staring at the snowflakes falling outside the doorway.

Her silhouette is quiet and beautiful, but people dare not disturb it easily.

Zhao Feng subconsciously lowered the voice of his throat, afraid of disturbing her. This woman's temperament is special, not like everyone's ladies, and even less like a country woman.

The small temple was quiet, only the pond fire blew off.

Zhao Feng ate a little half-full, and then became sleepy. Before closing his eyes, he saw that the woman was still in good spirits, her back straight.

He is a big man, and he can't compare to the spirit of a girl. Zhao Feng laughed at himself, and then fell asleep.

The night is getting darker, but the wind and snow are quiet, and it seems that we can continue on the road tomorrow morning. How to make a living after entering the city, he has to think about it.

......

On this snowy night, Yan Saburo was still fighting at night. Lian Rongsheng asked him to submit a review essay on reading history in three days, and he could afford to draft it now. As for Chitose, she closed the door and tinkered with her glass lamp again. After eating a lot of treasures, this lamp seems to have added a little magical power, but Chitose didn't say it, and Yan Saburo didn't ask.

"C-c-c-" The sound had been going on for a long time.

Yan Saburo came back from his contemplation and saw Huang He lying on the table, grinding back and forth with his two front paws holding the grinding ingot, his movements were mechanical, his eyes were scattered, and he was obviously in a daze, and he didn't even notice that the soft hair on his abdomen was dipped in ink.

Yan Saburo stopped writing and asked, "What's wrong?" Huang He has become a family student since the wild ferret, and has gradually become a competent housekeeper. There has never been such a blatant daze in front of the master as today.

Huang He let out an "ah", and showed a sad look very humanely: "The boss hasn't come back yet." Calculate the time, it should be back half a month ago. ”

Before the Chinese New Year, the two masters defeated the plague god, but they also promised the merman Siya to spread the news that the plague god had been eliminated to the Swamp of Sunset in exchange for the peace of the Kuroki tribe. There is such a consideration, because the merman and the human race have a clear barrier, and there is little communication, even if the news that the plague god has been subdued spreads in the human country, few aborigines in the swamp will probably not be able to receive the news.

After Huang Da heard about it, he volunteered to bring the news back, but it took more than two months to leave without any news.

Yan Saburo comforted him and said, "You can rest assured, at least Huang Da is still alive, otherwise Chitose will definitely know." "Chitose planted anchors on the hearts of the three yellow-skinned people, and although they were too far away to locate, they could at least sense their life and death.

That's all I can think about. Huang He was obviously not comforted, "Little master, you don't know, we moved here from the Ximian Swamp, and we have suffered a lot along the way. Alas, I should not have let it go on its own, lest this heartless thing be planted in the hands of others. ”

Talking about his son like this, he is really his own father. Yan Saburo didn't have any good way, so he had to say a few more words of comfort. However, Huang He held back for a long time, and he couldn't hold back this open chatterbox, and while counting Huang Da's past troubles, he blamed himself for not sending Huang Er to follow.

When he said that Huang Da fell into the river when he was a child and almost drowned, two little weasels Huang San and Huang Si jumped in from outside, and shouted without standing firmly: "Brother, brother is back!"

Huang Da is back!

Huang He's sad tone was immediately put away, and it was replaced by anger: "Wait for me to teach him a good lesson, and I don't know where to wander, and I have to let the master worry about him!"

Yan Saburo glanced at him faintly.

But when Huang He saw his son, his anger disappeared again, and they all turned into surprise: "Why is it so badly injured!"

Huang Da was scarred, and he didn't see a few good skins all over his body, especially the tendon of his right hind hamstring was almost broken, and he walked like a three-legged weasel.

"I've had to heal for a while. Yan Saburo leaned down to observe its injuries, "The merman's hand?"

Huang Da didn't want to move when he returned to Chunshentang, and let his sister handle it on his stomach: "It's not a merman." On my way back, I met strangers, and they tried to kill me and take Dan, and I escaped. "Most of the monsters who practice the Tao have cultivated Neidan, and the human race has obtained it, and it is of great use.

"Which one is from the Xuanmen?"

Huang Da Na is speechless. Huang He glared at him: "I don't know?"

Huang Da sneered: "No, I don't know. At that time, they were outnumbered and did not show the door number, so I turned around and ran. ”

"Out of breath!" Huang He hated that iron could not become steel, and wanted to slap it on the head as usual, but he almost thought that his son was still seriously injured, and this claw did not fall.

"But I didn't let them catch it well!" Huang Da waved his front paws, "I bit off a person's tail finger and ring finger." ”