Boss, I beg you, give me a bowl of porridge on credit!"

"Oh, I've told you no, it's like you, how else can I do business?"

The owner of the porridge shop on the corner of the street wrapped his jacket tightly, and glanced at Mo Zhongqian, who was anxious, with a somewhat helpless look......

In fact, a bowl of porridge is nothing to say...... But it is true that this opening cannot be opened, otherwise it will be given to this young man who wants to save his eldest brother today, and what if someone wants to save his parents tomorrow? What about saving his brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts?

In life, how can so many people manage it, and the survival guidelines of the little people are simple and direct.

"Boss, I really have no choice, I'll work for you to pay off the debt, I can do it with tea and water! My eldest brother is seriously injured and hasn't eaten for a day...... If he continues like this, he won't be able to hold on......"

Mo Zhongqian really has no choice, His Royal Highness the Prince, who has no life experience, can't get any money at all, and no one will take the initiative to come over to give alms when he sits on the corner of the street with a straight face...... Mo Zhongqian, who took the initiative to attack, found this porridge shop, but he didn't ask for anything good......

"Eh, I said you kid can't understand the words or what? I said I don't give it, I don't give it. ”

The shopkeeper scolded Mo Zhongqian while scooping out a few bowls of porridge from the pot from the lid of the cauldron and drying them.

Drinking a sip of hot porridge in winter is really satisfying, but you still have to dry it, otherwise the hot porridge just out of the pot can make people's mouths boil.

Mo Zhongqian looked at the shopkeeper as if he had no intention of giving him charity, and thought in his heart if he could win some sympathy if he knelt down for him now.

In the end, Mo Zhongqian gave up this idea...... On the one hand, the dignity of the three princes is still not allowed after all...... On the other hand, Mo Zhongqian estimated that even if he broke his head here, he wouldn't be able to eat half of his mouth.

In the end, His Royal Highness the Prince chose another last resort.

Wrap the palm of your hand in the rags on your body, pick up a bowl of hot porridge and run away.

I was beaten yesterday, but today I run like an athlete......

In an instant, he had fled to the other side of the street.

"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely pay you back in the future~"

Mo Zhongqian shouted this voice, and he didn't know if it was to stabilize the boss or to ease his heart......

"Hey, you little bastard! What the fuck ...... I"

The boss picked up the scoop of porridge and was about to chase it out, but he felt his shoulder being held.

Turning his head, he saw a young man in white clothes with long hair and a free and easy description looking at him with a smile.

"Boss, don't chase it, I'm out of their money. ”

Han Feng, as a celebrity who resisted the Taichu Dao and the Morakshasa as a thrower, is still quite famous in Yunchen...... The shopkeeper immediately recognized Han Feng, cramped and flustered:

"Oh my mother...... Mr. Han, you actually ate in person...... Oh no, you actually drank porridge yourself......"

Han Feng laughed dumbly when he heard this:

"Boss, what did you say, I still have to hire someone to help me eat?"

"No, no," the shopkeeper immediately waved his hand again and again, pointing in the direction of Mo Zhongqian's departure and said to Han Feng, "You don't know, these stinky beggars don't produce every day and think that they are the most pitiful in the world, but in fact, they are a group of lazy ghosts...... You really don't need to sympathize with them~"

"Ha, I have something to do with that kid, and I must pay for him. ”

Han Feng took the porridge handed over by the boss, blew it gently, and took a sip.

I have to admit that this boss dares to come out to sell porridge, it is indeed a little something, a bowl of hot porridge is warm and soft, exuding a sweet taste of rice.

The only thing that is ...... It's a bit hot, indeed.

The porridge shop owner listened and rubbed his hands:

"Eh~ What are you talking about, you come to eat to make the small shop shine, and besides, this big New Year, where do you want to collect your money?"

Han Feng smiled slightly, drank porridge, and was noncommittal.

On the other side of the street, Mo Zhongqian hurried by the side of the street with a bowl of porridge.

At the end of the year, the whole cloud is decorated in a thick red.

Some children like to go out and set off firecrackers, and some children like to go out and show people their new clothes.

Mo Zhongqian was also very happy, he grabbed this bowl of porridge, and Brother Su was finally able to eat something.

Since yesterday when he was hit in the back of the head with a stone by a dead child, Brother Su has been in a bad state and can only lie on the corner of the street and cough in a low voice......

Now that he has a bowl of porridge, he can always comfort his belly.

Mo Zhongqian thought like this, there was still a little good in his heart, and when he looked back, the iron rooster boss didn't catch up.

Hmph, an unscrupulous profiteer who has no intention of pulling out a dime and has no kindness, waited for the prince to return to the palace and gain power...... Then I will arrest you, and let you watch people spend your money every day until you have spent all of your money...... Mo Zhongqian couldn't help but think maliciously.

Thinking about it like this, my hands don't feel so hot.

Han Feng felt a little hot porridge when he drank it...... Mo Zhongqian hugged all the way, not to mention anything else, at least in terms of endurance, the three princes have really made great progress during this time.

Thinking happily, Mo Zhongqian returned to the small alley outside Yunlow Alley.

A bowl of porridge for two people, this year is not bad~

However......

Walking into the alley, Mo Zhongqian felt an inexplicable strangeness that he couldn't explain......

Usually there are no beggars who always gather in the alley, and even Brother Su is gone, obviously something must have happened......

Mo Zhongqian sensed that something was wrong and wanted to exit the alley, but just turned around and found three burly black-robed people standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Found it...... The prince who has left the country!"

The person at the head looked fanatical, and his eyes lit up after seeing Mo Zhongqian, obviously very excited.

Mo Zhongqian held the porridge bowl and looked left and right, but found that the other end of the alley was also blocked by two black-robed people......

Obviously, this group of people came prepared.

"Who are you!?"

Mo Zhongqian's voice asked majestically and arrogantly.

I've been on the streets for so long that I'm about to forget who I am...... I'm the prince!

"We, we are the ones who are not good for Your Highness, you two, come and take Your Highness away~"

The black-robed man who spoke in the middle commanded his two subordinates, one on the left and one on the right, and the two subordinates nodded hurriedly and walked towards Mo Zhongqian.

Mo Zhongqian held the bowl and stepped back, thinking about how to escape......

Suddenly, the sword qi was in the air, and the two black-robed guards jumped over the street wall, one left and one right tangled the warriors who walked towards Mo Zhongqian.

"Your Highness, you go quickly! If the Hanging Sword Division is looking for Han Feng to be in charge...... Only he can protect you now!"

"Horse guard!"

Mo Zhongqian screamed in surprise, his voice full of surprise, and then turned around to escape.

The mysterious black-robed man blocking the other end of the alley was obviously not a good stubble, and when he saw Mo Zhongqian running towards him, he pulled out the knife on his waist and slashed at Mo Zhongqian.

"Want to run, Lao Tzu will unload your leg first!"

Mo Zhongqian was originally afraid that these people would not dare to hurt themselves, and wanted to fight for their lives and escape.

Where did you think that the evil people now are so fierce, and they will unload their legs when they wield a knife......

In the pupils of his eyes, the cold blade quickly approached......

Then, an emaciated figure appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold the blade, and turned his head to look at Mo Zhongqian......

"Stinky boy, it's almost night, you can't see anyone, do you want to scare me to death?"

Mo Zhongqian was stunned.

"Brother Su...... Do you really know martial arts!?"

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