"Well, I found a spar of the Yangshan Leopard in the book. Zhao Yuan snorted coldly.

"Ah......h

"There is also a copy of "Ten Thousand Enemies" by cultivators. ”

"Ahem...... Brother Yuan, don't be angry, Ling'er will compensate you, otherwise, I'll give you that 'ink-colored little sword'. ”

"I don't have aura, what do you want that sword for? ”

"Brother Yuan, don't be angry, Ling'er won't compensate you, you are a manly man, you can't be like a woman, although the ink-colored sword is not as good as the Ice Sword, it is also a good thing, it is worth a lot, even if Ling'er compensates you. Besides, it's better than your dagger, and it's still very convenient to kill rabbits or something. ”

"Okay. ”

"Hehe, I just know that Brother Yuan is a good person, Brother Yuan, why don't we go and dig out that ink-colored little sword tonight?" Wan Ling'er saw that Zhao Yuanmuran's face was a little loose, and she suddenly jumped up.

"You can go alone. Zhao Yuan frowned.

"I'm going with Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan is my great nobleman, after knowing Brother Yuan, hee-hee......" Wan Ling'er covered her mouth and giggled.

“...... Well, it should be almost the same today, half a month has passed, and it's the New Year again, and those people shouldn't be searching in Xiaoyang Mountain. However, don't expect too much, the snow that falls from the avalanche is not thousands of tons, but thousands of tons, and it is not easy to find your little sword. Zhao Yuan saw that no one in the bookstore noticed him, so he lowered his voice and said.

"Well, I understand, I have to look for it first, but I really can't find it, and I can only wait until the spring of next year when the snow melts. Wan Ling'er nodded again and again.

"Okay, just go find me at night. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

"I have to go. ”

"Together, I'm leaving, too. ”

Wan Ling'er held a book in her hand and followed behind Zhao Yuan in a hurry. Zhao Yuan had no choice but to pretend not to know her and walk in front with his head buried in the front.

"Hey, it's a list! Is there anything new?"

The two walked out of the bookstore, and when they passed a wall, in front of the wall, a large group of people gathered around to point their hands and feet, and vaguely saw that someone was pasting a piece of paper on the wall.

"Let's take a look!"

Zhao Yuan turned a deaf ear and rushed forward, but Wan Ling'er grabbed his arm. On this street, for fear of attracting the attention of others, Zhao Yuan had no choice but to follow Wan Ling'er into the crowd in a muffled voice.

I saw two Taoist priests posting a portrait of an uncle with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, ragged clothes, and hideous eyes.

The gist of those small words was a reward of 200,000 imperial coins for the capture of the perpetrators who ambushed the disciples of Huayun Sect and set fire to the mountain, and in the back, there were also missing person notices related to Ma Silong and Sun Hailong.

After watching for a while, the two squeezed out of the crowd.

Zhao Yuan couldn't see any expression on his face, but Wan Ling'er wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and her face was flushed.

"List of Wicked Guys...... Is that the painting of you? You're on the list of wicked people...... I'm laughing to death...... Ha Lu Ha ......" The two walked into an alley, Wan Ling'er finally couldn't help it, and laughed heartily.

Zhao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention.

"Except that the clothes are a bit like when I saw them that day, and the people are too ugly, Brother Yuan is still quite handsome, hehe. ”

"You just call it, so that everyone in the world knows that it was you Wan Ling'er who killed the disciples of Huayun Sect, and then, the army of Huayun Sect killed Xujiaqiao and killed your thousands of families to the point that no chickens and dogs were left. Zhao Yuan stood up and looked at Wan Ling'er coldly.

"Ah......" Wan Ling'er looked at Zhao Yuan dumbfounded as if her neck was pinched.

"This matter is about the life and death of your family, don't mention it again in the future!"

"Don't mention it, never mention it again. Wan Ling'er nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice.

"Don't follow me, I'm just a subordinate, you're a thousand pounds of Miss Wanjia, follow me, you will only attract the attention of others. ”

"Uh-huh...... What's the big deal, huh!"

Seeing Zhao Yuan disappear, Wan Ling'er, who was unable to give up, came to her senses, paused fiercely, and spat in the direction of Zhao Yuan's back, and then went home.

That night, Zhao Yuan did not wait for Wan Ling'er, because the Chen family, who went to his mother's house, suddenly went home.

Chen went home at sunset, and when he got home, he immediately rushed to the East Courtyard, where all the people worked overtime to prepare for the soup kitchen.

Tomorrow is neither the first day nor the fifteenth, but the thirteenth, and there are seventeen days left before the New Year.

Chen's decision confuses everyone, because, in the past few decades, unless there is a happy event in the family, they have been giving porridge on the first and fifteenth days of the new year.

The amount of flour and gruel prepared this time also surpassed the historical record, and there were several large vats of flour fermented by steamed buns, and in order to speed up the fermentation, a fire was burned around. As for the gruel, it is impossible to estimate that all the utensils have been used up to make porridge.

The East Courtyard of Wanjia was brightly lit all night, and the kitchen was busy, and Zhao Yuan had been helping Guo Axe chop wood.

Everyone was busy and discussed, but they didn't find the reason.

In the second half of the night, Chen rushed to the East Courtyard and ordered to take out some cheap winter clothes from the East Courtyard and put them at the gate of the West Courtyard, and Zhao Yuan helped carry the winter clothes.

In the West Courtyard, Zhao Yuan met Xu San, whom he hadn't met for a long time.

Xu San looked red and radiant, and he seemed to be doing well. In fact, Xu San was indeed doing well, and the Yangshan leopard skin was sold for 7,000 imperial coins, which greatly improved his stretched economic situation.

For a family like Xu San, 7,000 imperial coins is a huge amount of money, and his annual salary is only more than 20,000 imperial coins.

When Xu San saw Zhao Yuan, he was very affectionate, asking long and short, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and Zhao Yuan also took the opportunity to ask Chen why he suddenly gave porridge.

It turned out that on the way to Tongcheng, Chen saw a lot of hungry people along the way, and when he returned home, he saw groups of hungry people gathered together, so Chen immediately decided to give porridge.

Vaguely, Zhao Yuan felt that something was wrong.

According to Zhao Yuan's understanding, Wanjia soup soup for decades is like a day, the soup soup time is fixed on the fifteenth day of the new year, it is impossible to suddenly give porridge because of the increase in hunger, and winter clothes are also distributed, according to the workers, this is the first time in the history of Wanjia.

If there is no other reason, Chen will definitely not give porridge suddenly.

In general, everyone has some fixed habits, and the more time passes, the harder it is to change the habits. For example, if you lie in bed in the morning, you must have a little left in the bowl when you eat. To change these habits, there must be force majeure factors. For example, if a person who is accustomed to going to bed early suddenly gets up early, he must have something important to do, he must get up early, and a person who has leftovers in the bowl must be extremely hungry.

As for Chen's charitable purpose, Zhao Yuan did not think so.

Most of the kindness for the purpose of charity has a motive, especially for large families like Wanjia, most of them are to gain some good reputation and establish a wide range of contacts for themselves in the local area.

There is no doubt that, judging from the business run by Wanjia, Wanjiaqiao's charity in Xujiaqiao is not just for charity.

True charity is to teach people to fish, not to teach them to fish. Or to solve other people's emergencies, such as curing diseases, etc., and Wanjia is fixed on the fifteenth day of the first month of the first month, which has become a stereotype, and it is impossible to solve those emergencies.

Of course, Chen's love cannot be erased, after all, some people are not even willing to make a show, and Wanjia soup porridge has a history of decades, which is real money.

The West Courtyard is also very busy, some people come in and out, and there are many shopkeeper-like people appearing, those people should be the shopkeepers of the shops outside the West Courtyard.

Five hours before dawn, there was nothing to do with Zhao Yuan in the East Courtyard, and Zhu Cannon asked him to sleep for a while.

It was really just a sleep, Zhao Yuan was called up to help, and when he looked at the sky, the genius was bright, and he slept for more than three hours at most.

When Zhao Yuan rushed to the kitchen after washing, he suddenly looked sluggish.

The steamed buns in the kitchen, packed in baskets and basins of dried goods, look spectacular, at least more than twice as many as in the last soup kitchen, and inside the steamer, it is still steaming.

The kitchen was still very busy, Chef Luo and Chef Lei were kneading dough in short jackets, sweating like rain, while Sister-in-law Luo and Sister-in-law Lei were constantly steaming steamed buns, and their hands were in a hurry......