After asking this sentence, the soldier guarded the door of the tent, and Xiao Ruan took out a machete. It seemed that as long as Song Meng nodded his head, he would immediately fall to the ground.
He is also thinking about this issue, very seriously and carefully.
Then he sighed and said: "I will still sneak in. I need the medicine, but I will avoid killing people again and try to control the situation as much as possible."
Lu Yu nodded and said, "Well, you still need to be benevolent to take justice? It's a good answer, but I don't like it. Um..." He raised his head and looked at Song Meng with embarrassment, "How should I deal with it now? What are you doing? Hey, I am a kindhearted person... What do you think of this bowl of noodles I am eating?"
The topic turned too abruptly, Song Meng was stunned, and could only nod blankly: "It looks delicious."
Lu Yu nodded and said, "It's really good. I think every town has its most worthy of guarding. For this Linjiang City, I think it is the noodle soup of the East City Gate. Keeping it can be regarded as a benefit to the people. . Well, in the next five years you will stay here in this small stall, which counts as your punishment."
Song Meng was stunned again.
Until he got out of the tent, he didn't understand why the punishment would come like this... easy? Moreover, why is a child who seems to be less than ten years old to judge his own life and death, and why he has the power to open the gates of the city.
Free yourself? Is it because of your sister? wrong! The child's eyes were obviously disgusting with himself, and he would never be kind. So for what reason
After thinking about it, when Song Meng finally saw the crude and even dirty noodle soup stall at the east gate of the city, he thought he understood it, it was a humiliation! The Tang and Tang Dynasty elites wanted to do such vulgar things, and they were still in places where people came and went at the gates of the city. The purpose was to completely humiliate themselves and make the world laugh at themselves.
Song Meng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He wanted to rush back to fight with that little boy, but when he thought of his sister and the wrong things he had done, he finally gave up, sighed, and walked over like a gray heart. .
An old man is packing up the table and chairs. It is the time of the catastrophe. Except for Lu Yu who asked Xiao Ruan to buy a bowl, there are no more guests, but even if he keeps wiping, the dirty rags are still there. It didn't make the table much cleaner.
The old man is really old, he seems to be at least 80 years old, shriveled and thin, wrinkles are extremely deep, his eyes are not very energetic, and his loose hair is hard to tie into a bun. He turned his head to see Song Meng, then grinned, his teeth were still missing by half, and finally, what was left was a black and yellow color, which looked nauseous.
"This little brother is the one who asked him to work here, right?"
The old man’s words were very cordial: “Since you want to do it, do it well. There is not much work here. Every day, we boil water and wipe the table. The guests will serve whatever they order, and there is no need to deliberately greet them. You too. Don’t be too frustrated, man, it’s always better to live. Oh, yes, you can call me Tom Bo from now on."
Song Meng was taken aback for a while, raised his head and glanced at Tang Bo, then lowered his head deeper, bit his lower lip, and pressed his grief.
To be honest, this action is a bit feminine.
He also understood that he wanted to rub his face fiercely when he stretched out his hand to keep the tears from falling, but as soon as his fingers touched his cheeks, there was a more intense tingling. The wound was still bleeding, and the pain was already numb. , It just made him weaker and paler.
"Take it," At this moment, a piece of white cloth was handed to his eyes, and Tom Bo said: "Wrap your face, this is really cruel, but I am afraid that it will not hurt after three days... Hey, a good piece of dough is originally a rare thing. If you have to do something with it... Young people, it's easy to get excited."
As a result, there is a handsome young man with a fierce scar on his face in the hot noodle stall at the east gate of the city. People don’t know what his name is, but his surname is Song. Men like to call him Xiaotangsong, but women like to call him Song. Brother, the words are sweet.
It took him a long time to realize that he really was thinking too much. humiliation? How to talk about humiliation, in the eyes of the people, he is a person who is not held accountable at all, and is irrelevant. Even if it is such an emotion, he does not bother to use it on himself. Everything in the past seemed to have disappeared with the hot noodles. He was just an ordinary person.
And what makes him most painful... He thinks this noodle soup is really delicious.
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When the relief army entered the city, Lu Qian was the busiest. After Lu Yu made up these things, he acted as a shopkeeper and didn't care about anything. She had to put on the clothes that blushed herself again, and with a slightly larger white bottle, she broke her leg in Linjiang City. Only a hundred soldiers were left to guard the grain, and the rest were all carried. With the big black pot, they ran to all corners of the town to boil water. The people could only use the water they burned regardless of the cost of eating or drinking. The disaster relief army was dispatched to various corners inside and outside the city to burn the corpses because of the crime of siege. Clean up blood stains, and... Clean up.
Some are busy, some are tired, some are humiliating, but in any case, the Hell Hades, who has always been regarded as having nowhere to hide and unstoppable, is actually controlled in this way.
After the porridge was'increased', it returned to normal again. People did not complain, but pushed their lives back to a few days ago. To be alive is better than anything else.
The entire Linjiang City became orderly, but only one person was still sighing.
"Brother Lu, Uncle Lu, Grandpa Lu... Just keep talking! What can I do now? I used to be so rich, but now I am poor and can't even go home. You are going to get it. Die me! Okay, don’t you want me to die? I’m going to hit this stone wall to death right now!"
Hua Qianshu hugged the corner of the wall with both hands, while shouting loudly at Lu Yu, he kept bumping his head up, of course, the force was like a massage.
A few days ago, he ran to the small courtyard and silently ate Lu Yu’s and Lu Yu’s. He almost ran to his bed and grabbed his bed to sleep. But this Lu Yu seems to have become much more generous. You can give it to you if you want to eat. You eat, you can use it as you want, but you just don't talk.
Now that several days have passed, Hua Qianshu can't afford to wait, and he started playing rogue again.
Lu Yu took a sip of tea, sighed, and then turned his head and said, "Don't be shameless! You have left a lot of food for yourself long ago, enough for your family of three to eat for a few years. Are you still crying poor with me here?"
Hua Qianshu hurried over, sat on the ground without any image, and hugged Lu Yu's thigh, and said sadly: "Enough food? My goodness, my dear brother Lu, are you acting stupid or true? Confused? What kind of life did I have, Xiaoshu? I'm afraid that even today's officials can't match it! But you said that you can eat enough? I... I'll forget it, but Hong Luan?"