It is said that the Qingming Festival has passed, and the ashes of the families on both sides of the street who worship their ancestors seem to be still emitting preheating. Bean plants are the main food of people on Chongming Road, and the chef's skills are good, so he asks if the beans are fragrant. The world's food looks at Chongming, and Chongming food looks at Fulou. This master of Fumanlou was hired by the shopkeeper who traveled all over the world and spent a lot of money, and it is said that he was willing to follow after offering ten times more than his peers.

It's not time for dinner again, and bursts of incense overflow from Lou San, attracting countless beggars of all ages to stop. The shopkeeper is kind-hearted, and he is used to buying one-fifth more when preparing food every day, and the extra is naturally distributed to everyone at the door. Today they are discussing what to eat and drink, maybe this is the only time of their day to be happy

In the quagmire of life, there is nothing each of them can do.

Today, I met the proprietress who was stationed abroad to eat, which is undoubtedly a beautiful scenery. Of course, the other beggars don't dare and won't make any mistakes to the proprietress every time, but every time there is always a groping pig hand who likes to rub around, it is the little tiger head.

The little tiger head, the famous little broken skin. Forced to live, his father and mother threw him into the stinky ditch, trying in vain to fend for himself. But just let the beggars encounter that they were born to be poor at the bottom, after all, it is a life. So under the challenge of the old beggar Xu Shishi, everyone took the child back to the City God Temple. It can be said that this child grew up eating thousands of family meals. With the help of everyone, the child grew up very fast, and he was very dishonest, which gave him the name of the little tiger head.

Deng Yingzi will definitely not care about the dishonesty of the little tiger head, Deng Ying often deals with beggars, and also watches the tiger head grow up day by day, who knows that the child has a good heart, so she just thinks of it as a little kid. Whenever the last bowl of rice was distributed, everyone thanked them and left sparsely, only Xiaohutou stayed to help Deng clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Looking at the child's figure, she couldn't help but think of the little tiger head who used to be so stupid, so stupid that she would choke on her own saliva, and even coughed up her snot and bubbled. She couldn't help but smile. As everyone knows, the little tiger head has long glanced at her ghostly, thinking about his little Jiujiu in his heart.

Xiao Er, who was busy upstairs, saw this scene, and with his emotional intelligence, he naturally couldn't see through the hearts of both parties. The neighbors all know that Xiao Er's temperament is soft and simple, and it is the good reading seed in the mouth of Mr. who is put into the private school. It's just that the little 20,000 is good, and he can endure hardships, but he doesn't like to study. For the gentlemen in the private school, he prefers the swordsmen who wear swords, except of course the "hypocrites" who come to brag every month. He likes to listen to the old gentleman on the first floor talking about the Sword Emperor, and he often imagines in his mind that he is wearing a unicorn and walking the rivers and lakes. Every time he came here, the corners of his mouth curled up unobediently, and occasionally a snot bubble appeared, for which he also suffered several "bullet skulls" from the shopkeeper. - Of course, the shopkeeper was reluctant to beat him, it was nothing more than thunder and rain, but in his opinion, it was already a great punishment.