Because Linxicheng is south, the climate is much warmer than other places. Yao Zheng and his family of three walked on the road for five days. Although they had not yet left Youzhou, they felt the chill gradually became heavier.

On that day, the family arrived at Hecheng in a carriage. It was almost dark, so they found a cheap inn in the city to stay.

Yao Jiang was playing with the things that Wei Zha gave him before in his room. Yan and Yao Zheng chatted in the room. The wind whirred outside. Yan stood up and closed the window, and couldn't help but say, "Looking at the sky, it will rain heavily tonight, I don't know if I can get on the road tomorrow."

Yao Zheng and I were alone when I was idle. When I heard Yan's words, he dropped a black piece and pondered for a long time before he said slowly: "It rains and it rains. It's so cold that I can't plant anything."

Yan was folding her clothes. When she heard this, she stopped and said, "His father, you said---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"She is so old, and she has experienced so many things again. She knows that she is taking care of herself." Yao Zhengyu said lightly.

Yan looked at him angrily: "You are a kid in your teens. As a father, you don't say you are worried."

Yao Zheng was stern, "She refused to let her go back with us. Beijing Zhong is a place of right and wrong, and she didn't understand. If she chooses to stay, she has to know how to take care of herself. What's the use of worrying? She can't take the blame for her."

Yan followed Yao Zheng and for decades. He knew the temper of his man and said unpleasant words, but he didn't think so. She was not angry. She just said with uncertainty: "You said that we are planting some dealers in the countryside, and we snatch them all, and we have only a few bites left.

I had thought before that Sier had to study in Beijing for three years. Wuzhou and Youzhou were so far apart. How many trips could she go home in three years? Besides, no one was around to take care of her----"

Yao Zhengyu put down the chess piece and looked at Yan, "What do you want to say?"

Yan hesitated for a while before sitting down with a stool and tentatively said, "Anyway, it's not like that. I think the countryside may not be good, and earning some money is not enough food and clothing.

My son has to go to a private school, so we might as well do some business in the city. I can still make a name for myself in cooking, so it’s great to open a restaurant.”

Yao Zhengyu frowned tightly, "Which city in the city? Linxi City?"

Yan stopped talking and turned to fold clothes. Yao Zhengyu snorted angrily: "Beijing is a place where people can be eaten. What's the point? You both want to stay in the city. Then you can go there. Don't she even have a house, and you don't have to worry about living. If you open a restaurant, you will definitely have a lot of guests."

Yao Zhengyu's tone no longer expressed his anger. Even though Yan's gentle temperament was, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She stuffed all her clothes into a cloth bag and shouted: "If I weren't for Si'er, I would have come here? Do you think I've forgotten what happened back then? I remember it better than you."

"You----" Yao Zhengyu's face darkened: "Don't mention these words after saying them."

"What's wrong with me?" Yan's anger was also provoked: "We have been hiding for more than ten years, and we would have died if we wanted to kill him."

"Stop talking." Yao Zheng roared.

Yan was startled, but he was still angry. He took off his shoes and drilled into the quilt, then turned his back to the outside without saying a word.

There was a silence in the room, and Yao Zhengyu had no intention of fiddling with the chessboard. He stood up silently and walked out, but went downstairs. Guan Xiaoer ordered a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and then sat alone in the corner to eat.

It was already dark and there were not many people in the hall. The shopkeeper was lying on the counter to record the books, and the abacus crackled, and the waiter wiped the empty table next to each other.

"The shopkeeper's business is booming." A congratulatory voice suddenly came from outside the door.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that he was an old man in his fifties in his thin clothes and thin face. However, he looked gentle and gentle, and looked like a scholar.

The waiter could hear the voice and thought that the guest had come, so he quickly stepped forward and greeted him with sincerity: "Sit in the guest, oh---This is a cold day, there are so few guest officials, it should be frozen. Come in and cook a pot of hot wine for you."

The old man showed a little embarrassed look on his face, and waved his hand and said, "There is no need to drink. I want to ask for a sip of water. If there are still the remaining cold-dough steamed buns, I wonder if I can sell them to me at a cheap price."

When the waiter heard this, he looked at the old man's clothes and knew that he was a poor man. He laughed and said, "Customer, the steamed buns in our store are all freshly released, so where is the rest? Look at what you said."

The old man looked a little disappointed, thought for a while, and asked again: "Can you give me a bowl of tea or sell leftovers to me?"

In fact, how could there be no cold-dough steamed buns in the store? The waiter just couldn't stand these poor people who came to ask for them. He had no money, and he wouldn't even give cold steamed buns.

"Oh, that's all over the place, where is it for people to eat. There are several shops in front of you, where can you go and maybe there are cold steamed buns for you to sell."

The waiter couldn't help but hear a bit of ridicule in his tone. The old man was a scholar. His awesomeness in his bones made him feel insulted. He angrily said, "Don't speak so meanly. I bought it with money, not to let you give alms, hum~"

This kind of arrogant waiter in the bones of scholars is not uncommon. He just wanted to knock the person away as soon as possible and beat him up and said, "The guest walked slowly. There was no one selling cold steamed buns and leftovers in the shop."

The old man shook his sleeves angrily, glared at the waiter, and was about to leave. Suddenly, someone called "Brother Xiucai". He looked back in shock and opened his mouth wide: "Brother Yao----"

Yao Zhengyu felt that the voice was a little familiar. He had just sat in the corner and heard the conversation between the waiter and the old man. He felt that the old man's voice sounded a little familiar, so he wanted to come and take a look, but he didn't expect that it was Mao Xiucai from his fellow countryman.

He was also shocked and couldn't believe it. He stepped forward to hold Mao Xiucai's hand, but it was Leng Rubing and asked, "How come Brother Xiucai is here?"

Mao Xiucai opened his mouth and didn't know where to say it for a moment. Seeing this, Yao Zhengyu quickly said, "Hurry, sit in it, and talk slowly."

While leading Mao Xiucai into the hall, he ordered the waiter to cook noodles quickly. The waiter thought that the world was so small. He shouted, and turned around and asked the kitchen to cook noodles.

Mao Xiucai was much thinner than before. His nose was red, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his body was even thin, looking terrible.

Yao Zhengyu didn't expect that the two of them would meet here, nor did he expect that Mao Xiucai would look like this. He asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Why did you come to Youzhou? And it's like this?"

When Mao Xiucai saw his fellow villager, he burst into tears. He started to wipe it stiffly, but his hands were so cold that they could not even bend. He sighed helplessly: "I called Brother Yao laughing at me. It's not my wish to do this. All of this has to start a month ago."
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