Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 115
On the execution platform in the market, the executioner raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, then puffed his sword and the wine dripped down his face.

The autumn wind is bleak, and when the wind blows on the branches, the leaves fall one after another, and the weather becomes cold.

The little deaf man stood in the crowd, stretched out his hand and pulled the elegant sleeves, gesturing not to look.

"You little guys are here to join in the fun, be careful to scare the souls away, and go on your way." The loader said as if he was trying to drive the two of them away.

Children are not allowed to look at this. If their yang energy is low, they will easily be frightened out of their souls. I don’t know whose children didn’t take good care of them, but came to watch someone behead them.

An Ran ignored the others and looked at the panicked people on the stage. She knew in her heart that this woman must have been wronged and had to bear the blame that she shouldn't have.

For a moment, she seemed to be looking at the woman, frightened and helpless, her pale lips slightly open, her black and white eyes opened to their maximum size and scanning the crowd in the audience, as if looking for something.

The supervisor sitting on the head chair was of medium height, with pursed lips and slightly raised eyebrows. There was a sharp look between his eyebrows. He glanced at the sundial and simply threw down the killing token when the time came.

The crowd gasped, and some covered their eyes, not daring to look at the head that fell on the stage.

An Ran only closed her eyes tightly at the moment the knife fell, her heart beating uneasily, and she opened her eyes and looked straight in her direction with a pair of eyes that were fixed in death.

The executioner picked up a few heads and put them away together with the bodies, and waited for the family members to give up some money to collect them, and then asked a cobbler to sew the bodies up and take them back for burial. Those who had no one to claim were thrown into mass graves.

It was a bit cold today, so An Ran closed her clothes.

When the little deaf man saw that the little lady was motionless, he thought he was frightened. He ignored the rules and held the cold hand to leave.

The little deaf man found that his hands were getting colder and sweatier, and he made anxious sounds from his mouth.

"I'm fine, let's go." An Ran didn't take her hand back, she needed a little warmth now.

What lingered in An Ran's mind was the widened eyes just now, and a pair of black brocade boots stopped her.

Looking up, it turned out to be Boss Bai of Baiwei Restaurant, accompanied by two servants.

Bai Qingyu looked at the little girl and touched her forehead with her hand: "Your face is pale, but you have caught a cold."

An Ran didn't know whether her face was pale or not, she only knew that she felt uncomfortable, maybe she was frightened by what happened just now. She also saw murders and corpses on the way to escape, but she always looked at them from a distance, and her previous memories were all gone. Not really clear anymore.

The old woman in the steamed stuffed bun shop was also lying on her side when she died. She was not frightened. She did not suffer from extreme emotional fluctuations like this woman. Her whole head was spinning several times with her mouth open and her eyes wide open, as if the next moment she would turn into the ghost looking for someone to die in vain. Claim your life.

An Ran touched his forehead. It turned out that there was cold sweat on his forehead, but he shook his head and said that he didn't catch a cold. Maybe he was just physically frightened.

"We are going to the village outside. How about Uncle Bai taking you there? I just want to talk to your grandpa about something." Bai Qingyu held the little girl's hand and wanted to go to the Wang Family Farm to have a look.

The little servant next to the little girl was gesticulating with his hands and speaking unclearly. It turned out to be a mute. On the mute's back were many half-sized vegetable seedlings and some paper bags tied with straw ropes. They must be vegetable seedlings for farming.

The servant beside Bai Qingyu handed the pastry he bought to his master. It was the newly released sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Hua Cake Restaurant.

The scent of the opened osmanthus cake is fragrant. The faint fragrance of osmanthus is as if there is a branch of blooming osmanthus next to it. It doesn't need to be light blue and deep red. It is naturally the best among flowers. The fragrance is clear and refreshing.

Bai Qingyu picked up a piece and handed it to the little girl, coaxing her like her own daughter.

Although he had no appetite, An Ran still stuffed the cakes into his mouth. There were not many cakes in his hand, six pieces in total, so he picked one and gave it to the little deaf man.Little Deaf is what everyone calls him. There is no discriminatory meaning. Nine out of ten deaf people are mute. Little Deaf cannot hear and can only make some sounds. Everyone calls him this. Even if he is named, he can't hear, but he can see. Everyone's lip reading, it is easiest to observe the changes in the mouth shape of the name "Little Deaf Man", and he will know that he is being called.

The little deaf man who took the pastry was very happy. He raised his head and turned to Bai Qingyu. Seeing that he didn't look displeased, he started eating. The pastry was very small and was gone in two small bites.

An Ran was not used to other people holding her hands, so she retracted her hand and ignored Bai Qingyu's embarrassment.

"Does Uncle Bai's family also have Zhuangzi?" An Ran took the initiative to cut into the topic. A person who does business every day does not go to Nanbei's family to discuss business with his boss, but instead goes to their farm to visit their farm. He obviously also knows about their restaurant.

"The little girl is so smart. If you are interested, Uncle Bai will take you to play next time. There are many delicious and fun things." Bai Qingyu learned from the people under his command that the Wang family is now running a restaurant business, although the location is remote. These should not be underestimated after all.

He also sent people to inspect the goods of their North and South families, wanting to know who supplied the goods from the source.

Some fresh vegetables are supplied by the farms outside the city. They actually meet their people and go to distant places to collect them. I guess it is not easy to supply so many wild products without a fixed supply.

"Little miss, this is..." Zhang Yazi saw the handsome young master with extraordinary bearing and noble status.

"It's Boss Bai, the owner of Baiwei Restaurant. They buy a lot of things from us. Come and have a look at our dishes."

Zhang Yazi understood and was very polite. He led the people to the fields, and Wang Po praised the vegetables as if she were selling melons.

In the fields were thinly-clad women pulling vegetables and loading them onto carts, working very carefully.

"We have never seen these vegetables in this world. Thanks to the little girl's help, our horizons have been opened today. It seems that Uncle Wang has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. Old man, you are so good at growing vegetables. I have been wanting to grow them for many years."

An Ran heard something in these words. She was afraid that this guy was here to dig up some business secrets. These vegetable seeds were obtained by upgrading the farm through her hard work. Many of the dishes were unheard of and unseen in this place. The main theme was that rare things are more valuable.

Bai Qingyu is a wealthy businessman from other places. The Bai family's business covers all walks of life. The Bai family has a large business and is the second oldest in the family. He has taken over all the restaurant business in the family.

This was the first time he had seen a businessman like the Wang family who suddenly appeared. His ancestors were also unknown, but his family's things were invisible in several big countries.

It was time to eat at this time, and the person who delivered the food was Shunzi, driving a cart with a large cart of food on it.

Bai Qingyu became interested and wanted to take a look at the food.

I saw that everyone who ate would wash their hands in the lake first, bring their own bowls and chopsticks, and wait in line to get their meals.

"Wow! Shunzi, what kind of day is it today? There are fish and meat, it tastes so good."

The familiar men in this village looked at the greasy food in the bucket, and their fatigue seemed to disappear. They all stood on tiptoe and raised their heads, eager to eat them all.

It was the first time that Bai Qingyu had seen such good food being served to his servants, but it was just that it was packed in a big wooden barrel and it didn't look good.

He knew the people in these areas. Some time ago, there were rumors everywhere about the Wang family buying slaves, both young and old. The Wang family was kind-hearted and provided them with good food and drink.

In the eyes of businessmen, these are all things that cost money and do not bring benefits. Slaves will always be slaves, and being nice to them will only cause trouble.

(End of this chapter)