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It was nearly dusk, goose feathers and snow were falling in the air, the streets were becoming less and less crowded, and many shops were closed for the end of the day.

The little girl sat on the steps outside the door of a restaurant with her knees crossed, her whole body curled up and shivering in the roaring north wind, and she kept rubbing her legs to keep warm.

Today's business is very bad, a basket of white cakes has only sold less than ten, and the rest is hard and cold, I am afraid that no one will want it.

But she still didn't want to go home, because only by selling all the white cakes could she use the little money she got to get medicine for her terminally ill grandmother.

Although Lang Zhong on the street told himself that his grandmother's illness could not be cured, it would be good to live even one more day. In this world, she is her only relative, and she has been dependent on each other since she was born, so she doesn't want to lose her!

The smell of wine and food wafting out of the restaurant is not only tempting, but also the noisy sound of diners' fists, persuasion to drink, and laughter.

She had been sitting on the steps for half an hour, and the drunken diners walked past her, and the well-dressed guys called for friends and walked into the restaurant from her side.

But no one paid attention to her humble shouting, there are delicacies from the mountains and seas in the restaurant, who would fill their stomachs with white cakes that only sell two copper plates?

At this moment a man came out with two pots of cold dishes that the guests had not finished eating, poured them into the swill tank outside the door, glanced at the little girl and said nothing, and turned and walked into the house that was warm as spring by the charcoal fire.

The little girl stared at the swill tank and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to find something to eat but didn't dare.

She clearly remembered that a man named Hanako was beaten by the guys in the restaurant because she picked up half a leftover roast chicken from the swill tank - the things in the swill tank were not for people to eat, but were to be sold by the restaurant for money and to those who raised pigs at home.

She was cold and hungry, hesitated for a long time, took out a white cake from the bamboo basket with her frozen little hands, put it under her nose and sniffed it vigorously, and finally couldn't help but nibble on a little lightly, and then hurriedly put the white cake back into the bamboo basket as if she had done something bad, and couldn't help but look at it again.

These white cakes are not for themselves to eat, but to be exchanged for money.

But I'm hungry...... The little girl couldn't help but lick her chapped lips, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and several diners staggered out of the restaurant and stood outside the door with their fists in their fists.

Go and beg them, and if you meet a good Samaritan, you might be able to sell a few white cakes. The little girl mustered up her courage, stood up and stood on tiptoe to hold the bamboo basket in front of a middle-aged diner, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Uncle, sweet and delicious white cakes, buy a few and take them home for supper." ”

The middle-aged diner burped, and a pungent smell of alcohol sprayed onto the little girl's face.

The little girl pressed disgustingly, looking at the middle-aged diner, but the guy stretched out his stubby fingers to pinch the little girl's chin, and said with a smile: "The little girl looks very smart." ”

The little girl shrank back in fright, and the middle-aged diner's fingers pinched her face like iron tongs, and she stepped forward and looked up and down in a daze: "Come back with me, how about being my maid?"

The little girl didn't know what a "maid in the room" was, but she instinctively hated the middle-aged diner's face that was red like a pig's head, and her chin was pinched so painfully that she lowered her head and bit it that hand.

The middle-aged diner screamed in pain and let go of his fingers, and the little girl turned her head and ran away with a bamboo basket.

But as soon as he ran a short way, he was kicked and rolled over in the snow.

The middle-aged diner grabbed the little girl's hair with a hideous face, slapped her hand, and sneered: "Little girl, dare to bite your uncle? ”

"Don't!" the little girl screamed, spitting the middle-aged diner in the face.

The middle-aged eater was so angry that he pressed the little girl to the ground and said, "Dare to be stubborn with Lao Tzu, let you cool down first!" grabbed the ice and snow and stuffed it into her collar.

The little girl screamed in panic and tried her best to kick the middle-aged diner, but her strength was too small to break free from the big hand that imposed pain on her, and her clothes were torn.

The companions of the middle-aged diners stood under the eaves of the restaurant, curled up in thick leather jackets to watch the excitement, and laughed at the same time.

At this moment, a man in a brocade robe slowly walked out of the restaurant and said in a deep voice: "Liu Mang, let her go!"

The middle-aged diner was stunned for a moment, and when he looked back, he saw the man in the brocade robe hurriedly throwing away the little girl, and said with a flattering smile: "Yang Daguan, aren't I playing with a child?"

The man in the brocade robe walked to the little girl's side, pinched the loose hair behind her ear for her, wiped the tears from her little face, squatted down and picked her up, looked at the single clothes torn by the middle-aged diner and frowned, "Take off your clothes." ”

Liu Mang hesitated and said, "Yang Daguan, this-it's not appropriate!"

"Take off!" the brocade-robed man's voice was not high, but it was full of indisobedient majesty.

Liu Mang glared at the little girl resentfully, and helplessly took off the big leather jacket he was wearing.

The brocade-robed man took the leather jacket and wrapped it tightly around the little girl's body, and said softly, "Why are you alone on the street, Daddy?"

Although the little girl was young, she could also feel that the man in the brocade robe had no ill will towards her, and she could save her from the clutches of the wicked, and replied in a low voice: "I don't have a father, I live with my grandmother." My grandmother was sick, and I went out on the street to sell cakes on her behalf. ”

The brocade-robed man said, "It's getting dark, you better hurry home." ”

The little girl shook her head and said with tears in her eyes: "No, I still have to sell the cakes in the basket for grandma to catch medicine." ”

The brocade-robed man sighed, took out a silver ingot from his cuff and said, "Take it and buy medicine for your grandmother." ”

The little girl panicked: "I don't have so many white cakes!"

The brocade-robed man smiled slightly, put the silver into the bamboo basket, picked up a piece of scattered white cake from the ground and wiped the snow on it, put it in his mouth and took a bite and said, "I'm not hungry, just eat a piece of cake." ”

The little girl hurriedly said, "That...... It's too much, and a piece of cake is enough for two pennies. ”

The brocade-robed man stuffed the bamboo basket into the little girl's hand and said, "Good boy, go back, it's important to treat grandma." ”

The little girl suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to the man in the brocade robe, sobbing, "Uncle...... You are a good person!".

The brocade-robed man hugged her and smiled, "Am I a good person? I just have a little money and can do something I like to do." ”

He took the little girl's little hand and got up, and raised his voice to beckon, "Fang Tan, drive the car over!"

An ox cart slowly drove to a stop in front of the two of them, and the man in the brocade robe instructed the coachman: "You take her to get the medicine first, and then send this girl home." ”

The little girl burst into tears and said, "Uncle Xie Lu, I can go by myself." ”

The brocade-robed man stroked the top of the little girl's head with pity, and said gently: "I have had a daughter who is as lovely as you. But when she was very young, she was passed on to one of my clansmen, and it has been almost ten years in a blink of an eye. ”

The coachman carried the little girl into the ox cart and asked, "Sir, how do you go back?"

The man in the brocade robe said: "Walking on the snow to find plums is pleasing to the eye, and I will be home after walking two steps." ”

Liu Mang stood aside, rubbed his hands and stomped his feet, and said embarrassedly: "Yang Daguan, do you want to ...... Do you make my car?"

The brocade-robed man waved his hand and walked away, chanting as he walked: "Who sent Yichun to leave, and the rivers and lakes were left behind?

The little girl sat in the ox cart and watched curiously as the brocade-robed man sang away in the snowstorm, which had deeply imprinted this scene in the bottom of the young heart.

The wheels creaked softly, and Fang Tan drove the ox cart to the other end of the street.

The little girl hugged the bamboo basket and retracted her gaze and asked, "Uncle, can you tell me the name of Yang Daguan?" I want to set up an immortal plaque when I go home, and pray for him every day in the future. ”

Fang Tan raised his whip to catch the car, and said with a smile: "Girl, haven't you heard of the name of my family's Yang Shoukun Yang Second Master? He is a senior official in the court, and Yang Jian of the Great Pillar Kingdom is a cousin in the five suits. ”

The little girl listened blankly, but she had no impression of the name "Yang Shoukun", because the biggest official she had ever seen was Fang Zheng.

Fang Tan found a pharmacy, helped the little girl get the medicine first, and then drove her home.

The little girl's home was not too far away, Fang Tan parked the ox cart outside the door and said, "Today, my master will be the master of your family, and you will go to the street to sell cakes in the future, so you don't have to be afraid of being bullied." If you meet a guy who doesn't have long eyes, just report the name of my master. ”

The little girl thanked her obediently, and finally bought the medicine for her grandmother's illness, and the little girl happily pushed open the firewood door and called, "Grandma!"

There was no light in the house, and the cold wind swept in the snow flakes through the cracks.

The little girl hurriedly closed the door, and the light in the room became more and more dim, and she cried out again: "Grandma, I'm back!"

Fang Tan saw that the little girl had entered the house, so he wanted to go back to the house to report to Yang Shoukun.

He had just raised his whip when he heard a heart-rending cry ringing from inside the room.

Fang Tan reacted very quickly, jumped off the wheel, pushed open the chai door and broke in.

I saw a purple-faced and skinny old lady lying on her back on an earthen kang in the house, stiff and motionless, already dying of cold and starvation.

The little girl lay down on the old lady's corpse and wept bitterly, and the medicine she had just bought was sprinkled at her feet.

Fang Tan stepped forward, tried to touch the old woman's veins, and shook his head secretly.

Inadvertently, his gaze froze, and he realized that the old woman's left hand seemed to be holding something tightly.

He slowly broke the old woman's stiff fingers, and in his palm, half of the hard sugar cake was revealed, which she left for her granddaughter to eat at home.