What ultimately made the flea change his mind was not the "Sinful Sin Zhao" that King Ji Bian of Zhou was about to be announced. Although his husband is very good at speaking, he can make an eloquent like Mr. Yang Zhu speechless, but it is difficult to make her change her mind in such a short time. No one knows that the flea girl with a strong appearance actually has a soft girl's heart, and no one knows that in those days in Shouyang Mountain, the "Flea Senior Brother" who would not frown when he held a sword during the day and killed someone during the day. How many times did the "Flea Senior Brother" who dreamed of "father and mother" wake up at midnight? Which child in the world doesn't want to fall into the warm embrace of her parents? The deeper the hatred, the deeper the love...

The rain was getting heavier, but the fleas did not mean to walk down the city. It seemed that Luoyi in the rain was beautiful and worthy of her appreciation. However, her eyes did not stop on the towering palace of the emperor, and she did not look at the Nine Dings that were coveting the princes, but looked at the city gate.

Looking through the drizzle, there were extremely few carriages and horses at the city gate. Several Zhou soldiers in charge of guards were dozing off with their long swords. There was only a thin horse in front of the city gate, walking towards the city gate with great difficulty.

This horse is not a strong war horse. It is thin and short, and even the horse's hair has fallen out. It is very difficult to pull a cart. The old owner is constantly whipping the horse, while a young man is pushing the cart desperately, hoping to reduce the burden on the horse and let it pass through the mud smoothly.

There were two small and half-human-high wooden barrels and a stack of black bowls placed in wooden basins on the carriage. The lid of the wooden barrel was half-covered, and a slight sweet fragrance came out of the bucket. It was warm and warm. It actually penetrated the rain and mist and went straight to the city. Bai Dong gently shook his nose. He smelled the bucket containing sweet pulp, which was the most common snack in this era. He boiled the water for washing rice and put some stamens and malt sugar to make it. A large bowl costs half a money. Drinking it can warm your body and fill it up. Some people sold this at the market in front of Baijiazhuang. It seems that the father and son specialize in selling sweet pulp. Because they caught up with this rain, they were about to pass noon and could enter the city. If they passed the rice, it would be difficult to sell the sweet pulp. It would be a waste of money to go back and forth.

This is not a big deal. The bloody and sensational scene. The father and son's idea is very simple. Go to the city in a hurry and sell their sweet slurry as soon as possible, and then you can exchange some food and daily necessities for them. Otherwise, the family will be hungry. For them, it doesn't matter who is the emperor in the world, it doesn't matter who takes over Hexi between Wei and Qin, whether there is a new overlord in China, and whether there is a more famous Western monarch in the Western Regions... These so-called major events are not as important as these two buckets of sweet slurry on the carriage.

Looking through the layers of rain and fog, the old father who was driving the car had his temples pale but was still whipping hard. Every time he hit the horse's butt, he would habitually rub his sore waist a few times. The young man had black hair, but the wrinkles on his face were much deeper than the old Bai Long, who was pampered recently. He pushed the carriage desperately, shouting in his mouth, and exerting strength on his arms, but the horse was too old, and four horse hooves were stuck in the mud, and he couldn't take a step. The young man licked his lips and looked at his father with hope. The old man sighed, took out a millet cake from his arms, and handed it to his son, "Eat it, you can have strength after eating."

"Dad, you didn't eat either... I'm young and not hungry. I'll be rich when I go to the city to sell sweet pulp. We can buy a lot of grain and noodles to get enough for my mother and sister..." The young man lied with saliva, and was reluctant to speak.

"Silly son, time is coming..." The old man took the hard bread handed back by his son, looked up at the sky, and looked over with a sad face.

The soldier leaning against the city gate to rest sneered: "Old Mugen and Xiao Mugener, don't look at what weather is today. You are crazy about making money? It's almost noon. As you walk like this, I'm afraid it's a waste of money if you enter the city? According to our words, these sweet sauces will be distributed to your brothers to avoid being ruined. How easy it would be for you to go back empty car? You can catch up with dinner, right?"

As he was chatting and laughing, a few soldiers were about to come and grab the pulp. Lao Mugen jumped out of the car in panic and waved his hands and bowed: "I dare not, I dare not! The soldiers were kind enough to let us go, and the family members were counting on these two buckets of sweet pulp..." For a moment, Zhou Bing's tragedy and Lao Mugen's father and son begged endlessly.

"I want to eat sweet juice."

The flea suddenly turned his head and looked at Bai Dong, and said seriously.

“How much can I eat?”

"Two barrels are enough."

"so much?"

"That's all, will you buy it for me?"

"Buy, of course!"

Zhou Bing, who was surrounded by Lao Mugen, wanted to grab sweet juice, suddenly felt a cold on his neck and was thrown out like a straw man. Then Xiao Mugen saw a man with less arms. This man looked very fierce and had a sword on his waist. He was a little scared. He thought that this man was going to steal his sweet juice from his family. He was about to beg, but the man took out a handful of copper coins and stuffed it into his hand: "I didn't bring too much money to go out today. Two hundred Qin Yuan money is enough to buy your sweet juice?"

"Enough... enough... enough... I dare not ask for so much money from Mr...."

Lao Mugen and his son almost thought they were dreaming that this was two hundred Qin's rounds of money? Not to mention just two barrels of sweet pulp, even two barrels of corn were enough to buy it. Lao Mugen trembled and took out 150 Qin's rounds of money to return it to Nie Zhu. Our family is poor, but even if they are hungry, they should not deceive customers. This is a principle that cannot be changed!

"I'm so irritable! I said that two hundred dollars is just two hundred dollars, how dare you counter the price?" Nie Zhu glared fiercely: "Why don't you put it away quickly? I'm so angry that I'll knock you over your sweet slurry pick, but you won't give me a single copper coin!" He is also a poor man from the bottom of the class. He knows too much how 'hateful' these beautiful families who are so poor that they only have bones left. If you don't be cruel to such honest people, you won't be able to do it!

"This gentleman..."

Looking at Nie Zhu and several big men moving the sweet pulp bucket to the city gate and serving a young noble and beautiful woman waiting there, Lao Mugen widened his eyes. He might not know the woman who picked up a wooden spoon to drink sweet pulp. But the young noble is a big man who is well-known to everyone in Luoyi City!

I remember that a few days ago he went to Luoyi to sell sweet pulp. The business was very good that day. Even some royal nobles who were hard to see on weekdays bought his sweet pulp to drink; not because his sweet pulp was so delicious, but because these royal nobles were waiting to welcome this Xijun Baizi. Because they waited for too long, the hot wine they brought was cold, and his sweet pulp was just as warm as he could...

As soon as this Xijun Baizi came, my sweet syrup was sold easily...

Lao Mugen's idea is the simplest. He is kind to Bai Dong from the bottom of his heart. He is not lucky enough today. When he went out, he encountered rain. He thought he was going to have a waste of time, but he didn't expect that Bai Zi bought his sweet pulp again. Look, Zhou Bing, who wanted to steal his sweet pulp, were all scared and trembling. What a powerful person this legendary Xijun Bai Zi is? Lao Mugen didn't know, but only knew that Bai Zi was a good person and a great benefactor of his family.

"Big, Bai Zi... Bai Zi is watching us..." Old Mu Gen'er was in a state of sensation, and Xiao Mu Gen was already trembling and screaming.

He saw Bai Dong and the fleas drinking sweet pulp with relish, and was swallowing secretly. He wondered if he would have a sip. There was still half a pot of sweet pulp in his gourd... Suddenly, he saw Bai Dong turn to look at him and laugh at him. What a great thing? The big man who made the Zhou royal family be careful to greet him actually smiled at him! Xiao Mu Gen'er grinned and subconsciously wanted to jump up, and wanted to cry, but in the end he still looked for his father with trembling.

"Old man, you don't have to rush to leave after selling sweet juice. Today, the emperor will be on the throne of the generals. Any people of the Zhou Dynasty can watch, and the royal family will also take care of food."

Bai Dong nodded to Lao Mugen and his son with a smile: "Your sweet juice is good, especially when it comes, I like it very much. When you go to the Baijia Branch in Luoyi City, you just say that I said, let your son get a job. Your son is a filial son, and I like it very much."

"Thank you... Thank you Bai Zi... Mu Gen'er, stop standing, kowtow to Bai Zi!"

In the pre-Qin period, there was a bad habit of kowtowing before meeting noble officials. Even noble officials dared to ride ox, horses and cars, and never dared to sit in sedan chairs and treat people as animals. Kowtow is the parents of heaven and earth, and the benefactor of the whole family. Now Lao Mugener regards Bai Dong as his benefactor and shouts his son to kowtow and kowtow quickly! After all, he is half a "businessman". This time Bai Dong's entry into Luoyi caused a lot of trouble. How could he not know what it means to work in Baijia Trading Club? Now I don't know how many neighbors I will envy... If you can work in Baijia Trading Club, it is more promising than being a small official in Luoyi. I heard that there are free "New Year's Grain" and "New Year's Meat" to receive during the Chinese New Year.

"My husband just said one thing and made the father and son so happy. I wonder how many people will envy them. Am I lucky to be able to marry someone like you?"

When the flea got into the car, he suddenly turned around and said, "Actually, I envy Lao Mugen and his son."

"I know......"

Bai Dong nodded and felt relieved. In fact, he wanted to thank Lao Mugen and his son for their true feelings. As he said, the father and son were at the right time. A bucket of sweet pulp was not only warm but also the family affection that fleas had been hiding for a long time.

"Just ask my husband to arrange for me to see him...why are you watching me like this? They just want to ask where his mother was buried. I...I want to worship her..."

"Yes, I should go to worship my mother-in-law."

"What is mother-in-law?"

"Ah...it means the meaning of my grandmother. The new word I invented has not been added to "Baizi New Words" yet."

Bai Dong laughed, and his heart was filled with unspeakable pleasure. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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