Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Xiao Yuchen carried An Fu on his back, and the three of them hurried to the embroidery workshop. It must be inconvenient to bring him back.

For a moment, the embroidery workshop, which was already silent, suddenly became brightly lit.

Luo Mingyue, Han Congxing, Gu Yan, those who boiled hot water and those who looked for ointment were all busy.

It was very warm in the embroidery workshop. Anfu was soaking his feet again and wrapped in a quilt. He soon woke up and was startled when he saw a large room of people.

"Don't move. It's too cold on you. It's frozen into your bones. You need to be warmed up." Han Congxing said, and pulled the quilt for him.

Luo Mingyue came over with the freshly cooked white rice porridge and cooled it with a spoon. "Let's have something to eat. It's so late at night and there's nothing else."

Anfu looked at the white rice porridge and was speechless in surprise. This was not just about polished rice. This rice porridge was full of rice. It was so luxurious.

"Here, I can't eat, just give me some water to drink."

Xiao Yuchen took the porridge, forced it into Anfu's hand, and said, "Stop whining, drink it quickly."

Anfu is a little afraid of Xiao Yuchen. He looks so powerful and must eat a lot of food every day. He is not easy to find, and he is so fierce.

Gu Yan is the only child here, and you can still tell that his eyes look different from those of normal people.

"Brother Anfu, you can eat. Everyone here is saved by the master. Not only us, but also many other brothers are in other places. The master is a good man."

Anfu looked at Song Tingran, who had been silent, and knew that she must be the mistress Gu Yan said. Holding Bai Zhu in his arms, he wanted to kneel down and thank her, but he couldn't feel his legs at all.

He panicked, "My leg, leg..." He beat it hard, but he could only feel it a little and couldn't control it at all.

Wen Ci: "You are wearing too little. Your clothes are still a little thick, and you only have one layer on your lower body. You need to recover well. Drink the porridge first. I will take you to see the doctor tomorrow."

"Doctor? No, no, no, no, I'm thick-skinned. There's no need to see a doctor. I'll just take a rest overnight and I'll be fine tomorrow."

He swallowed, he was really hungry, because his wife didn't like fat people, so he could only eat one meal a day, and drank water when he was hungry. The same was true for pants. His wife didn't allow him to wear them, so he wore them too much. , The legs are obviously thick.

Anfu couldn't help it anymore and ate the white porridge while crying. It was so delicious. Even if he died in the next second, it would be worth it.

When Song Tingran saw that he had eaten, it was much easier to handle. After asking Han Congxing and Luo Mingyue to take care of him, he quickly took Xiao Yuchen and Wen Ci home to sleep.

It was really warm in the embroidery workshop. Anfu had never experienced such a wonderful feeling before. After eating a bowl of white porridge, he felt full.

"I'll serve you another bowl." Han Congxing took the bowl from his hand.

"No, I'm full. Thank you for giving me such good food."

Han Congxing, Luo Mingyue and Gu Yan were all surprised. The bowl was not big. They were afraid that the rice porridge would be hot, so when it was filled, it was only half a bowl. Is this enough?

"You're welcome, the mistress is very generous. As long as we work hard, she will always give us food. Moreover, she also asked us to take good care of you. If you don't eat enough, your health will not recover well."

"I'm really full. I used to only take one bite of food. Over time, I got used to it."

"Oh, okay, then if you are hungry, just say there is more in the pot."

Luo Mingyue helped Anfu tidy up a bed and said, "This is for you to sleep on. It's not cold in the room. If you get hot in the middle of the night, you don't have to cover yourself with this quilt all the time. I'll find you a slightly thinner one."

"Thank you, I can do it. I really don't want to bother you."

Anfu looked here, then at Han Congxing, Luo Mingyue, and little Gu Yan. He mustered up his courage before asking, "Are you all the husbands of my benefactors?"

Gu Yan sat next to Anfu, "Brother Anfu, what are you talking about? Master is the best good man in the world. He just rescued us. She picked me up in Furong Town. She treated my eyes and gave me I go to school."

Luo Mingyue: "Yes, Xingzi and I were both deceived into Ping'an Town a few years ago, and were rescued by the master's family. There were four of us at that time, and the other two had already married from this embroidery workshop and were living well. That’s great, we’ll be apprentices here.”

Han Congxing: "So, just live in peace and heal your injuries first."

Anfu's face was full of excitement. He was a little worried at first because she already had a wife and could no longer serve her. Now he is completely relieved.

"Isn't this the Bodhisattva! I saw a statue at the entrance of the village, which looked very similar to the benefactor. It turns out that she is the Bodhisattva."

The few people talked for a while and then all lay down to rest. Anfu lay in disbelief on the warm and soft bed. He had never been so happy in his dream.

Thinking that he had to sleep next to the bed after serving, he felt that he was already very happy at that time. It was much better than standing outside for punishment. He pinched his thigh and could still feel the pain. It was probably I was too cold to feel anything, so I fell asleep with a little peace of mind.

The next day, the Song family's kitchen smoke came out much later than usual. They slept very late last night and had nothing to do, so they naturally slept until they woke up naturally.

The first one to wake up was Chang Yuqiao. He was always quiet. He was the same when he got up as when he was not up. He boiled hot water, washed up, turned on the stove, and then opened the door.

"who are you?"

Changyuqiao saw that the clothes on Anfu looked familiar, and they seemed to belong to Luo Mingyue.

"I, I am Anfu, I am looking for a benefactor."

Anfu was very cramped. He could walk, but he still needed to walk slowly. If he walked too fast, he would fall. Thanks to the warmth in the embroidery workshop, he recovered in time.

"I don't know you, who is the benefactor you are talking about?"

Anfu couldn't tell. He didn't know Song Tingran's name. He just asked Luo Mingyue where he was and came directly to prepare for work. Now facing the strange young man here who looked like a fairy, he was stuck.

"Bodhisattva, I'm looking for Bodhisattva."

"You found the wrong one. This is not the place to burn incense. Let's go."

Changyuqiao closed the door and opened it immediately, thinking something was wrong. This man was wearing Luo Mingyue's clothes. Even if they happened to be the same, the embroidery on it was unmistakable.

"Who are you?" Chang Yuqiao walked out, and Anfu quickly backed away, but his legs had not fully recovered and he seemed to be walking with a limp.

Han Congxing happened to come out of the embroidery workshop to pour water. He saw it and ran over in a hurry.

"Good morning, master," he turned to Anfu and said, "Why are you here? I thought you were resting upstairs."