The wife of a woman collecting herbs cannot be bullied

Chapter 443

Let's talk about that day, the dark guard Nanfeng received Chu Xu's signal, and quietly followed the man holding the hot bun all the way.Although he didn't understand why his master suddenly asked to follow such a seemingly useless person, it wasn't their dark guard's business, and he wouldn't pay attention.

Moreover, Nanfeng knew that most of the orders issued suddenly were emergency responses, and the master would definitely send further detailed instructions later.

There weren't many people in the small county, except that it was a bit troublesome to hide, Nanfeng could easily follow him, at least he wouldn't lose anyone.

He followed him not far or near, and saw the man staggering all the way for about a quarter of an hour, and finally came to a lush old willow tree in a street in the east of the county town.

Under the willow tree, there is a simple table, covered with a washed-white blue cloth, with some pens, ink, paper and inkstones and a small water jar on it.There was a chair behind the table, and a little beggar was squatting on the ground holding a stone to write and draw, and he was still muttering words.

He looked up when he heard the voice, and immediately stood up excitedly, and shouted loudly: "Sir, are you back? Have you bought the buns yet? The family business is going to starve to death!"

Nan Feng hid his figure behind the shadow of the tree, so he couldn't see the man's expression, but he heard a reply: "Don't worry, don't worry! There's something to eat. Here!" He said and passed a bun over.

The little beggar named Jiaye put down the stone in his hand, wiped his hands on the tattered skirt of his clothes, and then took the buns and ate them in big mouthfuls.

"Well, it's the buns from Xu's Baozi Shop! Their buns are the best, the skin filling is just right, and the meat is also fragrant. Unlike the buns at Old Sun's in the east, they are all mixed meat, and all the rags are put in. Once chopped up to pieces, you can’t tell if you look at it, it’s all eaten in your stomach. Even the family members don’t eat it, because they’re afraid they’ll eat it and get sick from it!”

"You!" The man put the remaining buns on the table, sat on the chair by himself, first took out a cup from the table, poured a glass of water from the jar, then picked up a bun and slowly eat up.

At this time, the "family business" beggar had already stuffed a big bun into his stomach. He looked at the remaining two buns and smacked his lips. His eyes lingered on the white and tender buns for a long time before he reluctantly moved away.

However, if he can't eat his mouth, he can still enjoy his mouthful, so he said: "Sir, I should buy two at noon and two more at night, so that I won't eat cold ones at night."

The man didn't know what he was thinking, and said in a rambling voice: "We are in the east of the city, and we have to go to the west of the city twice a day to buy a steamed stuffed bun? The business has been delayed, and we are going to starve tomorrow."

The little beggar immediately offered his treasure and said, "Sir, two people came here just now to write letters, and another one wanted to copy the books. Since the master is not here, I let them stay for a while. I know the copyist. He is a regular customer. Mr. Tu’s handwriting is beautiful, and the book he brought this time looks so thick to me!” As he spoke, he gestured with his small hand.

The man finished eating a steamed stuffed bun, rinsed his mouth with a drink of water, smiled lightly, and praised: "Jiaye is a capable kid! Now we won't have to worry about this month."

Jiaye tilted his disheveled head and sighed vaguely: "Sir, when will you find your daughter? Maybe she has already married far away like Sister Lotus in the back street. Woolen cloth."

"...No." After a while, the man responded, and said slowly and firmly: "No. I made an agreement with that man at the beginning. As long as I am here, I will come to find my daughter within ten years. , he must be waiting nearby and will not travel far. He should be a gentleman who keeps his word."

The family business is only five or six years old, but the premature life of vagabonds and beggars made him very precocious and sensible.He stared at Wu Liuliu, not understanding how the husband would believe the words of a person he met for the first time.

He said: "Sir, I've seen a lot of people in good clothes who are liars, and bad people in good clothes. When they drive us away, they are afraid of dirty clothes. Well, I wish I was there then." , I can help Mr. see if that person is a liar, a bad guy. My eyes are very sharp."

The man laughed a few times, and after he laughed, he sighed softly, "How old are you? At that time, adults couldn't survive, and children like you would starve to death countless times. Otherwise, my little daughter wouldn't have given it to me." people……"

Seeing that the husband was sad, Jiaye immediately ran over and shook his leg, "Sir, I can write all the three characters you taught me just now, can you take a look?"

The man's trance expression was fleeting, and he pulled himself together and said: "Okay, okay. Jiaye is a smart boy." But his youngest daughter is even smarter!But a little three-year-old, no matter what, just look at it.

He fumbled and pulled out a few sheets of paper from under the table, unfolded them carefully on the table, and took the inkstone and pressed it against the corner of the table.At this time, a slightly fat man strode over from a bridge not far to the east of the willow tree, holding a letter in his hand, and shouted from a distance: "Hey, Old Brother Shi!"

As soon as these words came out, Nan Feng's heart shook!Whether it's the guards or the hidden guards of the entire General's Mansion, who doesn't know the surname of the wife's family?And who doesn't know the mission of finding people assigned by the general?Could it be this person... Nan Feng couldn't help thinking, if this person could be, then Nan Feng couldn't help but care about it.

At this moment, the fat man raised the letter in his hand and shouted: "Brother, read it for me, what did my daughter say!" It turned out to be a letter from my daughter's family.

Seeing that there was a business coming, the man and the little beggar both perked up, and the man responded, "It's Brother Qian!"

The little beggar even moved a horse from behind the willow tree and put it on the opposite side of the table. After dusting off his sleeves, he invited the guests to sit down.

Fatty Qian was sitting on the pony with his legs crossed, listening to the creaking sound, he didn't know if the pony could hold it.As soon as he handed over the letter, he stared at the man without blinking, with an eagerness on his face that even Nan Feng could see clearly: this is also a father who loves his daughter!

The man shook his hands slightly, took the letter, took out a piece of paper from inside, carefully unfolded it, and spread it on the table carefully, then he read word by word with his thin fingertips: "Father-in-law, mother-in-law's knees, respect I haven't seen you for half a year since the end of the year, how are your parents-in-law doing?" It was actually a letter from his son-in-law, Fatty Qian frowned, but in the past, it was his daughter who asked people to write letters.

(End of this chapter)