Houfu Key Class

The little devil, who has seen the ending, still wants to try to fight to the death.

It has to be said that this time the entry point really touched the hearts of the couple. The old lady immediately felt a pain in her heart, and a look of guilt filled her heart.

The old Marquis felt very sad when he thought of Zong Yan.

Now the old couple stopped coughing and fell into silence.

The little devil continued: "My brother will definitely not spend money recklessly. If you want Xu Wan to take care of me, just take care of me. I will listen. But, can you be nicer to my brother?"

This last sentence almost broke the old lady's heart.

How could they not want to be nice to Wen Xiu, and how could they be willing to do so?

The old lady's tears were welling up in her eyes, ready to fall at any moment. The old Marquis clearly saw what the kid was trying to do, but he was so stabbed that he didn't have the strength to stop him.

For some reason, the old lady who was the most emotional suddenly became determined. Her eyes were red and she said seriously: "Jincheng, we have listened to what you said, but this matter is of great importance. Your grandfather and I need to think about it for two days. You go back and sleep well first, and wait for this birthday." Let’s talk again, okay?”

The little devil's eyes turned red when he saw his grandmother. He felt that he must have persuaded her, so he said goodbye obediently and left.

As soon as the little cub left, the old lady's tears fell directly, and sobs followed closely.

The old Marquis put his arms around her shoulders, sighed, and comforted: "Jin Cheng, this kid, knows how to dig into people's hearts. It's good that someone can control him now. If it weren't for Wan'er, I really wouldn't know him. What will it look like in the future?”

The old lady wiped her tears and said: "Fortunately, we woke up in time. Therefore, we must not continue like this. We cannot interfere in this matter. We can only wrong my Xiao Wenxiu first. The only way is to let Jin Cheng stay on the right path. Only when we grow up can we be worthy of Zhao'er's trust."

The old Marquis suggested: "Let's go back to the other village after Jin Cheng's birthday tomorrow, otherwise I'm really afraid that the two of us won't be able to withstand his hard work. This boy is getting deeper and deeper. "

"Well, I just recognized Wen Xiu, and I want to stay with them for a few more days..." The old lady sighed sadly, "But their healthy growth is more important. Let's, let's leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, I'm going to ask someone to pack things."

The little devil didn't know that his big move would not only fail to persuade the old couple, but would also strengthen their intention to run away.

During the holidays, all the wives went home, so Zong Jincheng found a reason to go into his brother's room and sleep with him.

"It's just that it's a bit cramped to sleep two people after changing to a small bed."

Zong Wenxiu said with a smile: "Then you still insist on coming to squeeze in with me. I'll go sleep on Master Zhao's bed. I'll leave this bed to you."

The little devil grabbed him and said, "Then it's better to say goodbye. I just want to sleep with you. And it would be nice if the bed was smaller. I can't even kick the quilt because I can't kick it, haha."

Zong Wenxiu also chuckled and asked, "Where did you go just now? I haven't seen you for a while."

Zong Jincheng said: "I went to Xu Wan to ask for money, but she wouldn't give it to me. Then I went to my grandparents. I think I was persuaded. Maybe I will give you the money in two days."

"Give me money?" Zong Wenxiu was surprised, "Are you asking for money for me? No, there's no need for this, I'm not short of money."

The little devil said casually: "You need it, you definitely need it. You are just not used to spending money now. You don't know how fun it is to spend money casually. You don't know how happy I used to be. I can buy whatever I want, but I am free." ”

Zong Wenxiu smiled lightly and said: "I don't have any special preference for spending money. As long as the people around me can live well, my wish is that simple."

In the slums, he saw too many births, old age, illness and death, and then he realized how lucky and happy it is to have relatives alive in the world.

The little devil next to him didn't understand at all. He was still talking about the joy of spending a lot of money.

Zong Wenxiu listened happily and said with a smile: "Shall I tell you a story?"

"Huh? Okay, okay, you tell it and I listen." The little devil loved listening to stories the most. He immediately lay down on the bed and listened obediently.

Zong Wenxiu said calmly: "When I was seven years old, I saw a boy, about thirteen years old. He knelt in the alley and begged only for a bowl of brown rice porridge. He kowtowed to everyone he saw, until his head was bleeding. But the people in the slums have too much time to take care of themselves, so no one cares about them. People there cannot be merciful even if they want to be merciful, because once they are merciful, disaster will come. Difficulty would befall him. That night, his mother died of starvation. He watched his mother die, but he could do nothing. Within a few days, the young man went crazy, wearing only rags in the winter. Danyi ran outside, shouting, "Please give me a bowl of brown rice porridge, please give me a bowl of brown rice porridge."

"Ah... he is so pitiful..." The little devil's heart was clenched, and he asked, "What happened next?"

"I haven't seen him since. He may be dead, or he may still be asking for brown rice porridge." Zong Wenxiu said.

In a place like a slum, people die every day, and no one cares if one or two die.

Zong Wenxiu turned to his younger brother and asked a question: "Do you know how much a bowl of brown rice porridge costs?"

Zong Jincheng thought that a bowl of porridge would definitely cost him several taels, but now he knew the price gap, and the cheapest porridge might be...

Zong Wenxiu said: "One penny can buy three taels of brown rice."

"One penny? Three taels!" The little devil was shocked, "Can't you cook many, many bowls of brown rice porridge..."

Zong Wenxiu smiled and said, "Yes, brown rice porridge is so cheap, but some people can't get it even if they go crazy."

The little devil's eyes flashed with tears, and he felt distressed.

Zong Wenxiu said, "So when I first returned home, I always didn't dare to spend money. I like to wear linen clothes, and I don't dare to waste pen and ink. Even when I send food to my aunt, I always buy the cheapest sorghum flour. It's not that I don't have money, I just don't dare to spend it, because I always think of the bowl of brown rice porridge that I can't get."

"Brother..." The little devil called him.

Zong Wenxiu turned his head and smiled patiently and said to him, "So you don't have to help me ask for money, I don't lack money. I think everything I have now is good, I wouldn't dare to do it so well even in my dreams."