Food for the people

Qiao Yu didn't ask for the ingot of silver, so he simply confiscated the money because he couldn't find it.

That young master, who is a fool with a lot of money and doesn't know the sufferings of the world, is covered with valuables all over his body. He can easily pick up a silver ingot, but he doesn't have ten cents.

It's like a rich second generation who goes shopping, brings an unlimited black card to a roadside stall and asks if he can swipe it after buying something...

"You can take this side and eat it. I won't give you the money, and you can return the bowl after you finish eating. You take back the money. It's only ten yuan in total. I don't dare to charge you so much."

Qiao Yu smiled and motioned the man to take the silver ingot back. The man pondered for a moment and thought of a compromise: "How about this, you keep this ingot for me first, and return it to me when I get the money back."

It was just two bowls of noodles, and Qiao Yu was not worried that the young master would never come back, so he didn't take the money seriously at all, but since the men said so, Qiao Yu didn't refuse, anyway, he didn't. If you want to be greedy for the money, you don't push back and forth to push back and forth, and you should say: "Okay, then come and get it quickly."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the noodles and poured the soup, and let the man take it away.

When there was no sign of the man leaving, Qiao Yu suddenly remembered that he should ask the man's name, but now that everyone had gone far away, Qiao Yu had no choice but to give up and push the car to continue walking towards the main street.

This time, before he reached the main street, someone recognized him and his strange car.

"Hey, isn't this the guy who sold noodles yesterday? Come on, come and cook a bowl for me. I still think about it after eating yesterday. I just thought it's time to come now, and I saw your car. .”

Immediately afterwards, several people gathered around, some with familiar faces, and some who didn't eat yesterday and just came to taste it today.

After a while, a group of people surrounded him again. Qiao Ling was a little nervous standing in front of Qiao Yu, but he felt relieved when he saw that so many people came to buy in a short while, and gave Qiao Yu a helping hand with a smile on his lips.

However, in the matter of doing business, there have always been some happy and some worried. Some are happy, and naturally some are unhappy.

Not far behind Qiao Yu and the others is a native noodle restaurant. It has been open in West Street for some years. Because Hanyang City eats less noodles, the business has been tepid, but there are many people in West Street. Although the business is mediocre, It is still more than enough to support the owner of the noodle shop, but in the past two days, the business of the noodle shop has not been tepid, it has become a sparse crowd.

The owner of the noodle restaurant stood at the entrance of the shop with a gloomy face, looking at the crowd of people not far away, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and there was a pot next to him, the water in it didn't touch his face at all, obviously it was until now So far, no business has been done yet. The young boy in the shop walked by him, squatting in the soup pot to add firewood to the stove hole. Unexpectedly, such an action touched the bad luck of the noodle shop owner. The pretty face darkened a few layers, and he lifted his foot and kicked the boy to the ground.

"Are you blind? You don't have any business. What are you doing adding firewood and boiling water?"

The boy was not very old, he was kicked and knocked to the ground by the stove, gasping for air in pain, but he didn't dare to move and let the owner of the noodle shop kick him twice to vent his anger.

"Where did you come from, a little bastard who dared to steal my business even before he had even grown his hair. Yesterday he tolerated him for a day, but today he got worse and stopped at my door. It's so fucking bullying for me."

The owner of the noodle restaurant spat on the ground cursingly. Seeing that the boy was still lying on the ground cowering and not daring to move, he became even more angry, kicking and kicking all his anger on the boy.

"You bastard, you are still lying on the ground motionless, are you waiting for me to help you up? Like a fucking toad, poking and moving, trying to embarrass me, isn't it, what? Seeing that there is no business in the store and want to be lazy? Let me tell you, if my store closes, you and your idiot mother will starve to death on the street."

The little servant was so frightened that he quickly got up from the ground, not daring to touch the painful place on his body, turned around and ran into the shop.

The owner of the noodle shop was still cursing, and while cursing, he stared at Qiao Yu with vicious eyes. After a while, he turned around as if thinking of something.

"Get out of here, I'll let you handle things."

The boy was afraid that he would be too scared, so when he heard his call, he rushed to him and listened to his orders.

The owner of the noodle shop leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear, and he saw the boy shrugged and shrugged his shoulders.

"This, this is not good."

The owner of the noodle shop stared fiercely, "What did you say?"

The boy trembled in fright, but he still gritted his teeth and whispered, "This, this, this is not good."

The owner of the noodle shop slapped him on the back of the head with his palm-like hand, "Go as soon as you are told, you are so fucking courageous, if you say one more word, I will make it difficult for both of you tonight."

The boy was dizzy from his slap and was so frightened by him, he didn't dare to refute anymore, he walked out of the shop timidly, and walked towards West Street entrance.

Qiao Yu didn't expect that his business today was much better than yesterday's. It took about the same time as yesterday, but he sold more than ten bowls of noodles than yesterday, and he still paid off work early.

After he finished his work, he realized that the person he was waiting for hadn't come yet. After waiting for a while, he simply put away the car and pushed it to the butcher shop to buy meat.

The butcher's shop was a bit far from here, but it was sold out anyway, so it didn't matter if it was far or not.

I went to the butcher shop to weigh the meat, and when I went back to check, there was still no one there, and I didn’t know whether people had come and gone, or they hadn’t come at all.

After waiting for a while, the two brothers felt that the young master might not be coming for a while, and they still had something to do in the afternoon, so they could only push the car home first, and wait until tomorrow to see if the young master would come.

The two pushed the car out of West Street, turned into the alley that went home, and as soon as they turned in, several people walked towards them.

Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes and glanced at them, then calmly pulled Qiao Ling behind him.

His hunch was right, these people really came for them.

There were four people in total, each carrying a stick, and wrote the words "I'm not a good person" on their foreheads. When they saw Qiao Yu, they looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"I thought it was some kind of person who dared to rob other people's business in front of their faces. It turned out that he was a brat who hadn't even grown a hair yet. How did you say that? A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. I think you really don't know how to write fear." ah."

The leading man has a full beard, and there is a scar on his right cheek that reaches his chin. The scar should have been injured and was not properly treated, so that the wound proliferated and the surrounding flesh was torn into a mess. It is very disgusting.

"Look at this slender-skinned and tender-skinned girl, how can she not be afraid, she might cry in fright later." The man standing behind Scar answered.

"Maybe I'm scared to pee." After the other person finished speaking, the four of them seemed to have heard some interesting joke, and laughed together, and walked a lot closer to Qiao Yu and the others while talking.

Qiao Ling, who was pulled behind by Qiao Yu, had already realized what had happened. He nervously tugged at his brother's clothes, was appeased by Qiao Yu, and turned his head and said softly, "Get out first and wait I."

Qiao Ling shook his head vigorously, how could he dare to let his elder brother here alone at this moment, but he was still young, and it was the first time he encountered such a thing, so there was nothing he could do except to be anxious.

Qiao Yu turned her head to talk to him again, but those people had already swaggered to the front.

"What? I want to run. Try running. I have to leave this stuff here today." The man with the scar snorted coldly, his eyes lit up, and he raised the stick and threw it at Qiao Yu hit it.

Qiao Ling's face was pale, and he was completely stunned. Qiao Yu was not flustered, and even raised the corner of his mouth to sneer, with a chill in his eyes. Pulled the car back, then quickly lifted the lid of the pot, scooped out a bag of noodle soup and splashed it on the scarred man's face.

Although the soup was no longer boiling hot, the heat was still not to be underestimated, and it splashed on the scarred man's face again, causing him to close his eyes and let out a scream.

Qiao Yu bowed and grabbed the scarred man's hand, pinched the joints and twisted it into his arms, the painful scarred man let out another scream, and the stick fell to the ground as soon as it loosened, Qiao Yu bent down and grabbed the stick In his hand, without any hesitation, he gave him two more sticks in the face.

These two blows were ruthless and precise, leaving two deep ridges on the bridge of the nose of the scarred man in an instant, and the nosebleeds flowed down the nostrils in a jiffy.

The man with the scar first had his wrist twisted, and then the bridge of his nose was severely injured, his eyes were black with tears from the pain, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence except screaming.

And behind him, the remaining three people were stupefied by the sudden change, two of them retreated involuntarily, and only one saw that Qiao Yu's hand was still pinching the scarred man's wrist, and suddenly Gritting his teeth, he wanted to give him a sneak attack.

Qiao Ling, who was always paying attention to his brother's movements, shrank his pupils and shouted, "Brother, be careful."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flash by, jumping in front of Qiao Yu, kicking the man in the chest and kicking him away.

When the man flew out, he also brought down two other people. The three of you bumped into me and I pretended to be you and rolled into a ball. Finally, they all fell to the ground with a loud bang on the ground. The man at the bottom was Just rolled his eyes and fainted.

Qiao Ling took a closer look, only to find that the person standing in front of Qiao Yu was the one they had been waiting for for a long time today.

Lu Jincheng stood up straight, frowned slightly, looked at Qiao Yu worriedly, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Of course Qiao Yu was fine, there was someone else.

So he threw the weeping man with the scar on the ground, threw the stick in his hand, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, reached out and took out the ingot of silver that he had kept for a whole afternoon from his bosom, and dragged it across the land. Jincheng put his hand in and said, "I'm waiting to find you, come here, and return the money to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his other hand to Lu Jincheng: "Where is my bowl, and ten cents for noodles?"

Lu Jincheng: ...