Salt Xiao Fulang

It's obviously just a local snake in a small county town, but there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate.

When Qian Sangou went out, ten people carried the sedan chair, two more than the beautiful bride.Parallel to the sedan chair bearers are several bright canopies, followed by three carriages at the end, which are tightly covered by curtains, and it seems that several female family members are sitting there.

The crowd was divided into two sides, and Song Xu was also squeezed aside.

The people on the sedan chair were a little far away from Song Xu, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

But his obese figure and the ugly leprosy on the top of his head can be clearly seen.

"What are you all doing here? Wang Wei, what are you doing?"

"Master! Look, master, I happened to meet Miss Caixiu on the street, so I will help you to get rent..."

Caixiu knelt down on the ground, bent down, wishing she could get into the ground with her whole body.

"...Hehe, let alone I still don't recognize it, isn't this the number one Caixiu in Chunfeng Building?...Why haven't I seen it for a few years, and it has turned into such an ugly look?"

Passers-by knew that Qian Sangou was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but no one dared to speak.In case he was offended, he would be beaten to death or maimed casually, there is no place to justify him in Chunyang County.

"Speaking of which, we still have some fate... Although we didn't have much contact with each other later, I kindly provided you with a place to live, so I can be regarded as your benefactor?" Qian Sangou seemed to be a little interested, and didn't expect to hear Caixiu's words. Answered, stepped on the back of the sedan chair bearer and got off the sedan chair: "Well, I won't make things difficult for you, just sing me a song here, how about I waive your rent for half a year?"

Qian Sangou liked the fearful eyes of others when they looked at him. He moved his fat body, and sat condescendingly on a tea stall by the side of the road, crossed his legs, and waited for Caixiu to stand up slowly.

Caixiu's eyes lingered on the ground mournfully.

The two trampled dumplings were already stained with mud, and the juice inside flowed out, leaving two dark marks on the ground.

The sharp-mouthed man was called Wang Wei, and with Qian Sangou's instruction, he began to disperse passers-by. Song Xu felt resentful and took the opportunity to approach Qian Sangou.

Caixiu finally took her eyes off the dumplings and stood up tremblingly.

She was disheveled, and her face was full of suffering and vicissitudes. She was no longer as beautiful as before, only pitiful and ridiculous.

She walked slowly in front of Qian Sangou, and there was only a table away between them. Qian Sangou nodded in satisfaction, signaling for the Caixiu to begin.

"Small, my little girl sings to you—" She stood up, and just made a gesture, but saw that Qian Sangou's smile did not change, and he picked up the hot tea on the table and poured it forward!

"Ah!" Caixiu subconsciously screamed, her arms were in front of her eyes, but the expected hot water did not splash on her!

"...Ah, ah..." She was so frightened that she slumped on the ground and ran out of the tea stand. For a while, only Qian Sangou who was sitting and the man who was sideways blocking the hot tea were left in the place. people.

Qian Sangou was startled.

For many years, no one dared to do such a disobedient thing in front of him, and he didn't react for a while.

"...Hey, hey!" He laughed angrily: "Where is the country bumpkin who doesn't even know me!? Wang Wei!"

Sharp mouth stepped forward.

"Press him down, give him twenty sticks, and teach him to recognize people!"

It's ridiculous.

Song Xu was pressed to the ground by three big men, and in front of him was the bright white sun at noon.

How can there be such a thing in the world?A local snake is not even an official, but with a single word from him, can he control the life and death of a person?

"Snapped--!"

With a stick down, big cold sweat broke out on Song Xu's forehead.

The stick was rough, and with the burn on his back before, he couldn't help doubting his life for a second in shock.

The real stick blame is not comparable to the strength of punching and kicking. When the stick is hit three or five times, blood is splashed.

After the twenty sticks were struck, Song Xu's back was already bloody.

His eyes were blurred, and he barely made out Qian Sangou's foot until he saw one of his feet.

"You, met that Caixiu?"

"...I don't know you." Song Xu gritted his teeth.

Qian Sangou frowned and turned to look at Wang Wei.

Wang Wei stepped forward dog-leggedly, and introduced: "Master, what a coincidence, I really know this strong man! He is from Dashi Village, ten miles east of our county. He was going to sell Fulang a few days ago, but Fulang suddenly became pregnant. that!"

Qian Sangou's eyes widened: "It's you!?" After finishing speaking, he laughed again, and said with great interest: "I haven't played with the pregnant little Shuang'er yet! You, bring me the husband, I will I will give you 50 taels, and I will not pursue the offense you just did to my uncle!"

"...The Song family has ancestral precepts, and my husband's stomach is the incense of my old Song family. If you don't take good care of it, there will be a mistake." Song Xu gritted his teeth in pain, and took a few breaths, "There is a mistake , the ancestors will definitely come to visit those blasphemers in the middle of the night."

Qian Sangou's fat belly trembled, a little fear, and more unwillingness, and finally turned into burnout.

"Forget it, after he gives birth to the baby, I will get it here. Wang Wei, let's go!"

The sharp-mouthed Wang Wei looked a little rougher than Qian Sangou, and at the moment he looked like a dog-legged eunuch next to the emperor, and the two masters and servants were ugly.

It wasn't until they were far away that Song Xu fell down on the ground without any strength.

He was sweating from the back of fear, wishing he could throw his brash self into the washing machine to control the water in his head!

Why bother?Why step forward and be a good person! ?

Last time, he saved Milk Tea Girl, but he paid the price with his life.This time, he messed with someone he couldn't mess with, and there will be endless troubles!

The peddler incident, which had already been resolved, was now on the list again.It's okay if he just suffers for himself, but if he kills Xiaochun this time, what should he use to atone for his sin?

The threads in his mind were twisted into a mess, Song Xu's body was so painful that he was numb, and after a while he finally couldn't bear it, and passed out.

Caixiu's cry came from far away, she was as embarrassed as an old cat that fell into the mud, she had lost her mind, she just cried for help in the street, can someone save someone's life?

Everyone in Chunyang County shunned anything related to Qian Sangou. Wherever Caixiu cried, there was a circle of indifference, until finally, she cried in front of a stall full of furs.

I saw that the stall with a roof was twice the size of the surrounding hawkers.The stalls were piled with piles of animal furs that are unusual in Chunyang County, as well as some strange metal ornaments and spices.

Behind the goods sat a merchant.

At first glance, the merchant was inconspicuous.

He was wearing the most ordinary clothes, his hair was combed in the most ordinary style, and even his face looked like an ordinary Han Chinese.

It's just that the temperament around him is quite different from other people's, which is probably what makes him really go all the way.

Caixiu cried incoherently for a while, but the merchant really didn't understand.But he still motioned to the stall owner next door to help him look at things, got up and followed Caixiu to have a look.

There was a new circle of people in front of the tea stand.

The comatose Song Xu was covered in blood, and no one dared to touch his breath.

Seeing this scene, the merchant frowned, picked up Song Xu and went to the hospital.

***

Xiaochun drank the batter at noon, and he didn't know if it was too watery or what happened, and within two hours he began to panic with hunger.

After a while, he felt that it wasn't stomach flustered, but a bit like heart flustered. In short, he was restless and restless.

He couldn't do the needlework anymore, so he got up to tidy up the housework, scrubbing and washing what needed to be done.

This busy is an afternoon.

The sun has gradually become less dazzling, Xiaochun walked to the edge of the fence and looked out.

Song Xu should come back too, right?

I don't know how the fried dumplings are selling?

Compared with Song Xu's big heart, Xiaochun is more sensitive to money.

As early as when Song Xu was planning to start this business, he had already calculated an account in his heart.

There is no doubt that the fresh snacks made by Song Xu are delicious.

Dumplings were originally made for the New Year's Eve. Farmers are used to being frugal, and no one ever thought of wasting lard to make them in different ways.

Song Xu's fried dumplings took the lead. They were fresh, delicious, but expensive.

There will definitely be people who are willing to try something new, but Xiaochun has no idea whether the amount Song Xu brought can be sold out.

He asked himself, he would definitely not buy a dumpling for four yuan.

Song Xu didn't spend too much on buying food materials. Excluding the cost of buckwheat flour and wild vegetables at home, the total cost was more than 300 renminbi—of which oil accounted for the majority, but it was impossible to use up all the oil at once.

The materials he brought today can make about two hundred dumplings.

If you can sell [-] pieces, you can earn more than [-] yuan a day, which can be said to be very profitable.

In other words, even if only [-] or [-] dumplings were sold, it was barely repaid.

If you bring the rest back, you can feed them for many days by changing the pattern, which is not considered a waste.

Xiaochun wasn't very worried about anything else, but he was afraid that Song Xu would be unhappy if the sales were not good.

After all, the current Song Xu claims to be a "community man" from another world, and he always looks confident in his own ideas.

If you suffer a setback, I don't know if you will be depressed and sad...?

Xiaochun has no other experience, but she is quite used to disappointment and suffering.

The more he got used to it, the more he knew how uncomfortable it was. He didn't want Song Xu to experience it.

If... If Song Xu is willing to listen to him, can he go out with Song Xu to set up a stall next time?

If there are multiple people in charge, if the sales are not good, I can still comfort myself...

Xiaochun smiled briefly.

As long as he has food and clothing, he doesn't really care much about how much money the family has, he only wants Song Xu to be safe.

As long as he is safe, it will always be this Song Xu, right?

Xiaochun was in a daze, watching the sun set, and gradually became uneasy.

Song Xu set off before dawn in the morning, even if the fried dumplings couldn't be sold, it shouldn't be so long, right?

Really can't sell, shameless to go home?

Or... Dislike yourself as a drag, leave?

Xiaochun's heart tightened, but he saw a carriage coming towards him in the distance.

He opened the fence gate in a panic, and watched with a pale face as two people he didn't know asked him where "Song Xu" lived, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"...I, I am Song Xu's husband. This is his home, what's wrong with him?"

The person who asked for directions was a tall businessman with a mighty and majestic appearance. In front of Xiaochun, he was like a wall of nuts.

"Something happened to him and he was injured. After seeing the doctor, he said he needed to rest, so we sent him back."

Trembling, Xiaochun closed the curtain of the car, and saw Song Xu's pale face and the glaring blood stains on his clothes.

As if his eyes had been pricked by a needle, he backed away in a hurry, and asked the merchant with a blank expression, "Who hit it?"

The merchant thought for a while: "I heard that it is the county tyrant of your Chunyang County, a man named Qian Sanye."

Money, three, dog!

Xiaochun closed her eyes, and suddenly turned her head into the room like a gust of wind.

The merchant and the driver looked at each other inexplicably, but Xiaochun ran out aggressively again.

He held a hatchet in his hand, his eyes were red: "I killed him!"