"Go, go, go up, you squat here all day, how do I do business, look at my door, dirty, scared the guests away, if you don't leave, I can beat you, you little deflated three......"

At the door of the largest rift inn in Qingsong Town, a middle-aged man pointed at a thin little boy and spattered loudly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe middle-aged man is not tall, with a fat head and big ears, a bare head, and a towering belly that wants to prop up his fat clothes to escape; his already black face is now as black as the bottom of a pot; the angry fat has squeezed his facial features into nowhere else, and the whole person looks like a full man, standing there and swaying, I don't know if he is angry or because he is too fat, he looks a little unstable. It makes people think of one word: naïve and cute. It's not bad in dress, it's just this honor, what kind of good clothes are worn on him will only make people feel violent.

"You just look at me Zhang Dequan is good at talking, let me tell you, you don't have to inch in, I have leftovers for you to eat, it's already benevolent and righteous, if you dare to be here, don't blame me for being rude, you little bastard, no matter when you ......"

The little boy looked about eight or nine years old, probably because of perennial malnutrition, he looked extraordinarily thin, and his face was also dark, but most of it was because he had not washed it, and his clothes were covered by patches and countless holes. The two eyes that are not too big are black and shiny, revealing a sense of cleverness. I was not annoyed by the middle-aged man, and I still looked at the black fat man with a smile.

Just when Zhang Dequan was eager to swallow this little rabbit cub alive, more than a dozen high-headed horses suddenly galloped over from the south, all black horses, all black, with a divine body, and the horse's hooves rolled up dust, although the knights were a little dusty, but one by one still looked heroic, each of them was dressed in black, wearing a black coat, but each of them wore a mask with a smiling face, which was indescribably weird. The person in front of the head, wearing a white felt hat with a little red tassel on it, wearing a black coat embroidered with gold edges, and a BMW roaring dragon horse under his crotch, with extraordinary momentum, but he wore a mask with a mourning face on his face, which made people feel a little infiltrated.

"Boss, do you have a room", the mourner jumped off his horse and asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like the noise of the carpenter Liu on the street corner when he was cutting wood, which made people very uncomfortable.

When Zhang Dequan saw this group of people, he paused obviously, and his face suddenly turned a little blue, but he returned to normal in an instant, and greeted warmly as usual:

"Yes, yes, how can you not go to the room, you have already prepared it for the uncle, it is all just cleaned, to ensure that it is bright and clean, and you will feel at home......"

"Okay, open me a few of the best upper rooms, one for me, one for every two of them", the mourner said as he took out a heavy ingot of silver from his arms, Zhang Dequan saw that the silver eyes were straight, and secretly swallowed the saliva that was about to flow, knowing that this was a master who was willing to spend money, so he stopped talking nonsense.

"Okay, please", after speaking, he bowed and let them into the store, "Little third son, lead a few uncles and horses behind, scrub them well, and feed them some good forage."

Although this Qingsong Town is not as big as the big city, there are not many people, but it is a traffic artery, people from the south to the north will choose to live in this point, Zhang Dequan has opened a store here for 20 years, and the people from the south to the north have also seen more, he knows that although this group of people in the rivers and lakes is rough and wild, but the good words of service are generous, wearing a mask may also be the habit of a certain sect, maybe they don't want people to know their identity, maybe it's a cool play mystery, whatever, it's good to make money, as long as there is money to make, even if it's a bare ass, Zhang Dequan will serve like an ancestor, provided that the bare ass has a place to dig out the silver。

"Count you kid lucky today, I didn't scare the uncles away, otherwise today Lao Tzu would have to stuff you into the jar and make marinated meat, hurry up and get out of the way", Zhang Dequan scolded the boy as if he was lucky, as if it was really the boy's luck and not his luck, turned around and followed up in the store.

"Hey, I didn't get anything, every shop drove me away, but Qingsong Town is the most prosperous in this area, where else can I go, it seems that I have to come to beg Zhang Fat Man at night, begging for leftovers, and being sprayed by him is better than starving to death." Beg Aunt Zhang again, Aunt Zhang is the most kind-hearted", the little boy raised his hand and wiped his face that had been sprayed countless times by Zhang Dequan with his dirty sleeve, and muttered while walking dejectedly, "Hey, I'd better go back and see Xiaoji first, I don't know how this kid is"

The little boy's name was Jiang Han, because it was very cold on the day he was born, so Mr. Liu in the village named him "Han". If he remembers correctly, he would have been ten years old this year. Jiang Han's father died of illness long before he was born, and he remembers that he has been dependent on his mother since he was a child. Five years ago, when the Yulong River flooded, the family's dilapidated house directly sacrificed to the Dragon King along with the flood, and he fled with his mother to become a homeless person.

Xiao Ji was picked up by Jiang Han and his mother on the way to escape, when Xiao Ji was placed in a bamboo basket on the side of the road, wrapped in a thin sheet, crying had no strength, Jiang Mother saw that he was pitiful, only when he was also a child abandoned by refugees, he scolded a few words of evil, and took Xiao Ji with him, because when he picked up Xiao Ji, he hung a delicate small silver lock around his neck, with a word on it, Jiang Mu begged a literate person to help him look at it, saying that it was a Ji word, so Xiao Ji had his own name.

However, a fleeing woman raised two children alone, especially a little doll who was still breastfeeding, it was too difficult, fortunately walked to this Qingsong Town, met Zhang Dequan who opened a restaurant, although Zhang Fat looked full of brains, talked a lot and lost, and even a little snobbish, but was a good person, Mrs. Zhang is a rare good person, seeing that this family of three is pitifully tight, and every day take some leftovers to help this family, Jiang's mother does some work such as collecting firewood, washing and sewing, and the family of three is barely living, but last year, Jiang's mother was also ill, and soon died。

Since then, Jiang Han has taken Xiaoji and the two of them to depend on each other, and I don't know how the two of them survived this year. As a result, Xiaoji suddenly fell ill last night, the high fever did not go away, the distressed Jiang Han scratched his ears and cheeks and fidgeted, he had no money to hire a doctor and no money to buy medicine, so he finally waited until the morning to ask Zhang Dequan for help, but before he could say anything, he was scolded by him for a series of cannons.

Thinking that now Zhang Dequan is only taking care of business, and it seems that he can't take care of his own affairs, Jiang Han decided to go back to see Xiaoji first, Xiaoji is home alone, and he is sick, and he has been out for a while, so he is really a little relieved. Jiang Han thought as he hurriedly walked in the direction of his home.