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Chapter 693 This Is Your Son
Chen Nian looked at the old man.

"Old man, why do you trust me so much? You must know that I was still a beggar yesterday." Chen Nian said.

Who knows that Xu Erni smiled: "What's wrong with the beggar? I've lived to such an age, and I can tell whether a person's heart is good or bad. Although some people are poor, when you look at him, your eyes are teary." Turn, this kind of person has more eyes.

But some people have light in their eyes. From the first time I saw you, I knew that you are a kind-hearted kid. You can stay with us for a few days even if you are cheeky, but you still went out to fight in the morning. Buckets of water.

Obviously you can go to a rich family to be a servant, no matter what, at least your life will be better than now, but you would rather eat and drink by yourself and stay with us to repay your favor. The two of us have no children, so it would be nice to have more people around, that is, that The old man always thinks how good his own craftsmanship is, but at our age, no one knows when he will die, so what's the use of guarding these things to Lord Hades? "

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I, an old woman, actually have selfish intentions. Although you are a little beggar, I still hear you talking differently from those people. It must be because something happened to your family that you ended up here.

If I can keep you with the old man's skills, I don't expect you to shit and pee when we can't move, as long as you can stutter and get some water. "

Chen Nian was a little moved. He knew that whether it was ancient or modern, there was a saying that one must guard against others, and he also knew that in most cases, he would not be like the masters he met. Teach yourself everything.

But that's exactly what happened to him.

Whether it's his own personality charm, or the reason why he has such a system of recipes, in short, the people he meets always make people feel very warm.

Even in such freezing weather, there is such a ragged padded jacket that can be worn on the body to keep out the cold.

"Then grandma, don't you worry that I'll run away like a white-eyed wolf after I learn something?"

Xu Erni smiled and took Chen Nian's hand.

The opponent's hand was even rougher than Chen Nian's. Although even the joints looked deformed, Chen Nian could still see that the opponent's hand had slender bones, which should have been very delicate.

It was only because of the force of life that it became what it is now.

"What is there to run? You are still young, we are all so old, how can we stop you if you want to go? But if one day you really want to go, just tell us, after all, you can go anywhere now. The old man hid the money tightly, and if you sneaked away without taking anything with you, you would have to be a beggar in a few days."

Hearing this, Chen Nian burst into tears on the spot!
And I swear in my heart that no matter whether I follow these two old people or not, as long as I stay in this dream world for a day, I will definitely make their lives better.

Just then, Song San came back.

Seeing what the old and the young were whispering, they couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

"I told him that if he wants to stay with us, he has to work hard. If he doesn't work, he won't get enough food!" Xu Erni said.

Song San had no doubts, and after nodding, he began to teach Chen Nian how to sell.

But it is called selling, but in fact it is singing and drinking the three words offal soup, and the final sound is lengthened.

It didn't take long for people to patronize one after another.

The offal soup that Song San sells has two prices, one is a penny per bowl, and he occasionally leaks a piece or two of lungs or intestines into it.

There is also a bowl of Sanwenqian, which is a little more expensive, and there are offal in it, but in fact there are not many.

After all, rich people don't bother to drink this.

Those who come to drink are basically ordinary people and poor people.

Ordinary people generally choose three pennies, while poor people can only drink one penny.

No matter what, this is still hot broth, otherwise, if you go outside, you can only buy a piece of dry and hard pancake for a penny.

If Song San leaked a few pieces of meat into the soup when he was scooping up the soup for them, he would make a fortune!

"Song Laosan, when did you have an extra son?"

While those regular customers were sipping soup, one of them couldn't help but said with a smile.

But as soon as he said this, another old man continued: "How can this be Song Laosan's son? This young man looks good, and he can be born by a scumbag like Song Laosan?"

Song San was not happy when he heard this: "What nonsense are you talking about? I, the third son of the Song Dynasty, was so ugly, but my daughter-in-law was a first-class beauty when she was young! How many young men in the village brought presents to say goodbye, Didn't I succeed in the end?"

"Oh, sister Xu was really blind back then, why did she fall in love with you?" The guest said with a smile again.

They have known Song San for decades, so there is no taboo in speaking.

Moreover, Song San didn't feel that he was scolding himself at all when he said this kind of thing, but he felt very proud: "Others bring cloth and food when they go to propose marriage, but when I went, I didn't take anything, so I just took it." I drank two jars of wine, and the dishes I ate that day were all from the old man's family.

However, I cooked a few dishes myself, and my father-in-law was very happy with what he ate, and in the end, he started to call me a brother and brother with what he drank. "

When Song San said this, his face flushed red, he was extremely proud, and his voice was so loud that he could hear it in the street next door.

"What happened next?" the guest asked again.

"Later? Later, I also wanted Ernier to live a good life. Within two years, I went to work as a cook for Mr. Wang's family in the county. It must be no problem to eat meat twice a day, that is, later Mr. Wang died. It's a matter, the family broke up, and I got sick again, which made Ernier suffer along with her."

He sighed again.

After hearing this, Xu Erni said gently: "What kind of suffering is there? I can eat and wear clothes now. What is there to suffer?"

But having said that, the diners looked at Chen Nian curiously again: "After talking for a long time, is this your son?"

Song San waved his arm: "What a nonsense, how can this be my son? I'm over 60, how can I have a ten-year-old son?"

"Is that your grandson?" the guest asked again.

"My grandson, who doesn't even have a son, are you trying to quarrel with me, right? This is the beggar I picked up from the street yesterday. You can see that he is wearing my ragged cotton jacket..."

"You are so lucky, Song Laosan."

"If you pick up such a big boy, you don't have to raise him from a young age, and you can also help you work. You are lucky!"

And Song San looked at Chen Nian at this moment: "What a blessing, there are more mouths to eat at home, I am almost dying of worry."

(End of this chapter)