In the world, each rich person has his own way of getting rich, but the poor are generally the same.
For example, the family is surrounded by four walls.
For example, not having enough to eat.
For example, after someone's daughter-in-law gave birth, she drank chicken soup and ate chicken eggs. Your family could only cook a bowl of gruel.
Thank you very much for sending the midwife away.
Wang Po happily held her newborn grandson and sat on the porch, as if she was holding a rare treasure.
Look at the wrinkled little face, it looks so much like her dead old man; look at the little nose and eyes, it looks like her son who went out and never returned.
"Ancestors bless you."
"There is a queen! There is a queen!"
The joy on her face could hardly be contained.
"The 'child seeking talisman' I got from Master Shui Jing really works."
"When the old hen lays eggs tomorrow, there will be ten chickens at home. After getting ready, I will go to the market to exchange for copper coins, and then go to burn incense sticks to fulfill my wish."
She thought so, and was filled with joy.
However.
This joy was interrupted in an instant.
"Mother-in-law."
In the hut next to her, her daughter-in-law, who had just given birth, called her in a timid voice.
Wang Po's old face immediately tensed up and she said impatiently.
"What?"
"I'm hungry."
"Didn't you just eat a bowl of porridge?"
"My heart is burning with hunger."
If it had been normal, her daughter-in-law would have been beaten and scolded a long time ago if she was so "ignorant".
But today, considering that her daughter-in-law had just given birth to a baby, she still muttered, scraped the bottom of the pot, filled half a bowl of porridge and brought it into the room.
But, not for a while.
"Mother-in-law."
"What else?"
"Still hungry."
"The porridge is gone."
"I'm so hungry."
Wang Po was so angry that she cursed loudly, but for the sake of her good grandson, she still took out half of the pancake leftover from yesterday.
She thought to herself: Can she keep her mouth shut this time? !
However.
"Mother-in-law, I'm still hungry..."
"No more! No more! The porridge is gone, and the pancakes are gone too."
This time, no matter how much her daughter-in-law cried out that she was hungry or begged, Grandma Wang would not let go.
She finally saw it.
This wretched maid clearly took advantage of the fact that she had given birth to a child, so she was greedy!
as expected.
After a while, there were no more sounds of hunger in the house. However, the baby in his arms screamed "hungry".
Mrs. Wang quickly took the child to nurse.
But as soon as I opened the door and walked in, I was surprised to find that my thin daughter-in-law was lying on the log supporting the wall. She didn't know what she was doing, but she just made a "crunching" sound, like a mouse grinding its teeth.
Maybe he heard the child's cry.
The daughter-in-law slowly turned around and grinned, revealing a bare patch of wood without bark and a pair of bright red teeth.
This situation.
Wang Po spat.
"Who are you scaring, you plague?!"
She crossed over in a few steps and carefully handed the child into her daughter-in-law's arms.
"My grandson is hungry, feed him quickly."
The daughter-in-law lowered her eyebrows and responded. She licked the blood off her teeth with her tongue, mixed it with saliva and swallowed it back to her stomach. Then she lifted her clothes, revealing a shriveled breast.
The baby immediately stopped crying and instinctively groped for it and started sucking.
Mrs. Wang nodded with satisfaction, gave her daughter-in-law a few more instructions, and then went about her business.
Ever since.
The only ones left in the room were the hungry mother and the baby sucking breast milk.
Gradually.
I don’t know when it started.
She looked at the child motionless, without blinking.
This is my baby?
It looks so soft and childish.
The small toes look like freshly peeled broad beans.
The short limbs are like crispy lotus roots.
The round belly looks like freshly steamed rice cakes.
The watery eyes are like lychees with the shell removed.
"Gulong."
Her throat rolled.
…………
Sunset and moonrise.
Wang Po woke up in a daze in the middle of the night.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I suddenly saw a red flash on the wall from the corner of my eye.
She was shocked and turned around to look.
But where is the red shadow? There is only one yellow, halo and thorny moon hanging on the wall.
She breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought that she was suspicious, but after such an interruption, her sleepiness had completely gone away.
At this time.
Only then did she realize that fog had appeared at some point during the night and accumulated in the yard, like smoke and water.
Mrs. Wang didn't pay attention, she just stepped in, one step deep and one shallow, and walked to the toilet with mist flowing.
Also at this time.
"Crunch, crunch."
"This dead guy! He's causing trouble again!"
She immediately thought that her daughter-in-law was acting out her old ways and was chewing tree bark again, but in a blink of an eye, she saw that the door to her daughter-in-law's room was ajar.
The night wind blew in and shook the door.
"Crunch, crunch."
The voice finally reminded her of the terrifying legend circulating in the streets.
Oops!
The grandson is still inside!
Later.
A cry startled the foggy night.
…………
"This sword is two feet and seven inches long and weighs one pound and eighty taels. It is made into steel and quenched to make a sharp edge. In the autumn of the fourth year of Tianbao, I killed Langya Liu with one sword on the bank of the river, and then obtained it."
The knight-errant held his sword in front of him, the frost blade was like snow, and the autumn light was biting.
It is indeed a good knife!
And at this moment.
An indifferent person, a sharp knife, without any need to say more, has a chilling air.
certainly.
The premise is that this place is not a crowded market.
The looks from the audience were not like watching a monkey show.
The person opposite is not a little girl of eight or nine years old.
The next sentence out of your mouth should not be:
"Only five taels of silver."
As soon as these words came out, it was like a cross talk had reached its climax, shaking off the baggage and making the people around burst into laughter.
If he hadn't been concerned about the knife in the ranger's hand, I'm afraid some ugly words would have come out.
In the crowd, an old master laughed, shook his head, and said to the ranger:
"You are so confused in this life."
"Where can I get 5 taels of silver to buy your things, little girl?"
"Besides, in this peaceful world, who would spend such a big price just to get a useless iron lump and put it as a decoration in the house?"
The onlookers who had had enough laughter responded.
But the two in the center of the crowd turned a deaf ear.
The little girl just stared at the knife in You Xia'er's hand, and You Xia Er just waited indifferently for the little girl to take out a sum of money that was impossible to come up with.
It wasn't until the owner of Di's shop arrived after hearing the news that he grabbed the little girl's ear and went back to the shop, not forgetting to spit before leaving.
Naturally, this made the onlookers happy for a while.
The ranger only shook his head slightly.
"Ignorance."
As he said that, he sheathed his sword and stood there without moving. He only looked at the two-story attic next to him, which is also the most famous restaurant in the city. It has a weird name called "Li'er Tower" .
…………
The excitement disappeared and the crowd dispersed, leaving only a Taoist with short hair.
This Taoist was of course Li Changan, and the knight-errant was none other than one of the "righteous men" who had met in the yamen - the knight-errant Zhang Yi.
Li Changan got up early today, paid homage to his ancestor, did morning rituals, sacrificed the sword embryo and the God of Thunder, and then went to the city to explore around.
By the time it was close to noon, there was still nothing.
I was returning to my restaurant for dinner when I saw such a serious yet funny scene at the gate.
To be honest, the Taoist priest could see clearly in the crowd just now.
Zhang Yi's sword is made of exquisite materials and fine forging. It is a good weapon. Five taels of silver is really a bargain.
I just don’t know why I chose such a place and such a buyer, and ended up playing such a farce.
But it's a coincidence.
The Taoist priest was trying to find a few of them and call for clues.
…
After a while.
In the Li'er building.
Li Changan and Zhang Yi sat opposite each other, separated by a table of sumptuous food and drinks.
Zhang Yi ordered the food, but Li Changan paid for it.
Previously, the Taoist priest came up to invite you Xiaer to have a drink, and he was worried that the other party would refuse for the sake of face, but unexpectedly he agreed immediately on the spot.
Entered the restaurant.
I just left one sentence: I owe you once.
He ordered a table full of food and drinks without any ceremony.
At the moment, he is throwing off his arms and eating Haisai.
It sounds like this person is somewhat interesting. Even though he looks like a starving ghost reincarnated, he still maintains that cold "master face" on his face.
On the other hand, Taoist priests are out of reach.
Eat three or two cups of yellow soup.
Even if the body is intoxicated and the mind is not intoxicated, it still loses its true shape.
I am in the busy city, holding a glass of wine, but my thoughts have already flown to the sky.
Just suddenly.
The Taoist priest suddenly noticed that the surroundings had become quiet, and he and the knights at the table also stopped, straightened their beards, sat upright, and looked eagerly into the depths of the restaurant.
Looking around, we can see that the diners are all like this. Even the drunkard at the next table who had been drunk and unconscious before was breathing out the smell of alcohol and his eyes widened.
Li Changan was confused when he heard You Xiaer suppressing his excitement and whispering:
"coming!"
"What?"
The Taoist priest didn't wait for an answer. He only saw the waiter standing in the lobby, his hands clasped to his mouth, and his voice was low and melodious, like a opera singer.
He called upstairs:
"Sister-in-law."
