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Chapter 279 The white-cut black sheep makes its debut!
[Hangcheng actually cannot accommodate that many people.

And in order to maintain public order, curfews have been implemented for a long time in history.

The city gates are closed at night and are guarded by officers and soldiers.

If you want to break the door and enter the city at night, it is equivalent to crossing the river in white clothes. There is a high probability that you will be suspected of being a spy, and the officers and soldiers have the right to arrest you directly.

Therefore, many people who come to Hangzhou after it gets dark will rest outside the city gate and wait until dawn the next day before entering the city.

Xiao Yang and A Niang are no exception.

They found a quiet place to rest at the door, and finally a smile appeared on the face of the old and rickety old woman:

"Ayang, let's go into the city. Find a place to work hard and don't be lazy. You will be able to live a good life in the future."

"When you work for the landlord for three to five years like your father, you will be able to buy two acres of dry land. Having dry land is better than inheriting the land from the landlord and paying 30% to 50% interest every year."

"Then if you work hard and save some money in the next few years, you can marry a wife. After marrying your wife, you can have three or two fat boys."

"Then you work hard and raise these three or two little ones. Remember not to let them join the army like you did before."

Xiaoyang didn't understand why Aniang was always working on the plans he had given him, and the most important thing was——

There is no grandma in the plan.

After listening to Xiaoyang's words, Aniang smiled and said nothing.

At this time, there was sudden movement at the small gate of the city gate.

Everyone was extremely excited when they heard that the officers and soldiers guarding the city said that Governor Li was giving out porridge, and the little sheep was no exception.

Because of his sudden thought, Aniang traveled a long distance to get here. She was hungry and cold along the way, but she didn't expect that she would have something to eat without even entering the door.
very good!
Aniang swallowed her words, took out the pottery bowl that she had kept with her all the way, and gave it to Xiaoyang, asking him to get the porridge, and said:

"We, the two of us, can eat just one bowl of porridge and we won't be hungry. Remember not to take more. If victims who are hungrier than us come here to seek refuge and cannot eat the porridge, they will probably starve to death."

"We don't take things that don't belong to us, remember?"

The little sheep obediently went to line up to get the porridge, and finally met the famous good man Li Taishou.
She is tall and thin, with sunken cheeks, but she has a beautiful smile, as beautiful as my mother-in-law.

He seemed to smell very fragrant, not from food, but from something inexplicable.

The little sheep only glanced at it for a few times, fearing that others would be frightened, so he buried his head very low, but the skinny good man saw that he was only taking a bowl of porridge, so he stopped him.

Taishou Li asked:
"Where are you from? Why are you alone?"

"Why do you cover your head with a cloth? Is there a plague?"

"Why don't you get more?"

"Eat more to be full. The purpose of giving porridge is to feed the victims. They won't loot when they enter the city."

The good man seemed to be a bit verbose. After talking a lot, many people at the gate of the city turned their attention to the little sheep.

Xiaoyang was watched by so many people, and he was worried that his inhumanity would be exposed, so he did not dare to talk to her. He held the rice porridge firmly in his hands and returned to his mother's hiding place.
But, just for a moment.

Grandma, my head is broken and bleeding.

The basket beside Grandma was gone, along with some of the wild vegetables originally dug in it.

Grandma's breath was dying, she was breathing too much, and her hands and feet were cold.

The lamb fed her half a bowl of hot porridge and then died.

Little Yang, I really hate this world.

However, Aniang is still good, very, very good.

Before she died, she finally had the courage to touch the lamb's head. When she found that the lamb was only as tall as a seven or eight-year-old child, she laughed.

She didn't seem surprised that the lamb was not A Yang, but she was surprised that the lamb was so small.

Laughing and laughing, I also cried.

A Niang said:
'It turns out to be Xiaoyang. '

If there were no other words, just this sentence, Aniang would be gone.

After burying my mother like other people, the little sheep became a wandering sheep again. Wandering around, Xiaoyang met the tall and thin Prefect Li again.

Xiaoyang always remembered the half-bowl of hot porridge that his mother drank before she died, so Xiaoyang made up her mind and prepared to help him.

The little sheep took advantage of the darkness to bury itself in the soil of a remote courtyard, and then, as if by divine help, it transformed into a real 'sheep' again.

No one knows his true identity is underground.

So, the real story begins]

Xiaoyang swallowed the last few words back into his throat, and after a long while he said timidly:

"I just listened to some things that everyone said outside the door. That sheep is indeed me."

"Actually, I really only eat paste. The reason why I lick blood is because I am a fool."

"I know very few things. There is only one that is more useful, and that is to know whether the other person is a good person by licking their blood."

"For example, when I hold my grandma and cry, my bones touch the blood, and I can feel her kindness."

For a long time, Xiaoyang has been thinking about the use of this skill.

He also fantasizes that he is like a great demon in a famous town, controlling the wind and rain.

But later he realized that this ability was the best, bar none.

You Meng was stunned and put the lamb down. He pondered for a moment and then muttered:
"Sheep are auspicious, so they are used in auspicious rituals. People eat sheep and their stomachs are full."

"If a sheep wants to communicate with people, it must use its blood to tell the difference between good and evil."

You Mengzhi's voice was very low and almost undetectable. Only She Qui, who had been paying attention to her, looked at her.

This look interrupted You Mengzhi's contemplation.

The dream wandering turns to the squeaking little lamb:

"It turned out to be a monster that absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and condensed from the tragedies of the times."

"So, tell me, why did you appear here as a little lamb after being beheaded?"

This is not a difficult question.

The little lamb answered almost immediately:

"Because it was my condensed essence that was beheaded, not me."

"Prefect Li saved me again, and I became 'alive' again, able to condense my essence."

"As long as my bones are not destroyed, nothing will happen to me!"

"Oh, I let it slip!"

You Mengzhi didn't listen to his surprise, he just bent down and stared at the lamb.

When they looked at each other, Xiaoyang took the lead to look away, but his voice was still so soft and gentle:

"After being beheaded, I don't want to have contact with others."

"So I kept wandering around, and I met a nice aunt again. Well, the aunt is a real sheep. I look very similar to the other, oh oh, the little sheep that came with me. , so my aunt recognized me as her child."

"Originally, the new home I chose was good. But I don't know why the crazy farmer wanted to give my brother away."

"I like my brothers, even though they are not real brothers, so I jumped in the car together and came over."

Turns out, that's the reason.

Everyone suddenly realized it and began to discuss the causes and consequences of this incident.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not here, You Mengzhi lowered his figure again, leaned into Xiaoyang's ear, and said in an affirmative tone:

"You killed Chen San."

A thunderbolt from the blue (even)