This is the end of Chen and the sun has risen very high, because it is early summer and the sun is particularly fierce. Although it is not as big fireballs as noon, the scorching earth is constantly rising with the heat.

The weather is very hot, it's really hot.

In this heat, there was no cool breeze, and even if you hid under the trees, it was unbearable. However, many people squatted in the sun and tried to start a fire.

Fire is to cook!

People who make fire are people who have to work.

In ancient times, two meals a day were meals in the morning and afternoon. Because I did not have the habit of eating at noon, I would have eaten breakfast more late, which was around 9 o'clock in the morning of the next world.

The first meal is called yong, also called yong, and the afternoon meal is called young, also called yong, and it is called yong. It only eats these two meals a day, so it seems very important.

It was the end of Chen and the entire Tang Dynasty convoy was busy cooking. Although they were busy cooking, there were different things in cooking.

For example, as the people traveled in the convoy, there was basically no situation of making fires and cooking. Most of them went to the mountains to find some wild fruits, and they swallowed them to deceive their belly.

The second type is merchants who advance with the convoy. These people are basically not short of food and supplies. They will specialize in making fires and cooking, and then have a satisfying meal.

The last category is people who really lack nothing. They are much more particular about eating than the people and merchants. Some of these people are nobles, some are nobles, some are noble families, with money, food and clothing, and food and clothing.

Not only do they have no worries about food and clothing, but they also don’t have to cook by themselves. Even in a long-distance convoy, they will enjoy the noble and decent way to eat.

When someone comes to eat, someone must be specially served. Those who are responsible for serving are the ones who make fires under the sun.

The worker!

"Mom, the water is rolling away. Are you going to put food? The child really feels so hot..."

Under the scorching sun, I suddenly heard the voice of a young child. If I looked along the sound, I would definitely see a little guy of six or seven years old next to the fire. He was sweating profusely, but he was holding a fan in his hand and trying to fan the air. The fire in front of me was blown very vigorously by him, and the little guy's head and face were covered with sweat.

He wiped his sweat hard, continued to incite the fan in his hand, staring at the iron pot on the fire, and immediately shouted at his mother when he saw the water boiling.

His mother was also next to the fire. Hearing this, he quickly poured a bag of food into the pot, then picked up the little guy with a heartache, and scolded him with harsh words: "How many times have I said to you, why don't you listen? My mother can work on her own and you don't need to suffer this crime."

"I want to help you, so I won't be afraid of suffering..." The little guy raised his head stubbornly.

Although he was scolded by his mother, he had a proud face and said loudly: "With me helping you to burn the fire, your cooking speed will get faster, so that you can rest early and don't have to stay in the sun and get sunbathed."

"Woo!"

The woman's nose felt sore, and she quickly turned her head away. She didn't want the child to see tears in her eyes, so she pretended to be squinting her eyes and rubbed her a few times.

After a long time, she turned around and patted the child's forehead and said softly: "Be good, listen to my mother, go and sit under the shade of the tree, you don't need your help."

After saying that, he was afraid that the child would not accept it, so he immediately said, "Your brother also needs someone to take care of him. He has cried several times. Li'er is a sensible child. Go and help his mother take good care of his younger brother."

The little guy hesitated and turned his head, looking at the shade of trees not far away. At this time, many people were sitting under the shade of trees, and his younger brother was squeezed on the edge and lonely and helpless.

"Mom..."

The little guy suddenly spoke in a low voice, his tone as childlike confusion, and he said resentfully: "My father has become a high-ranking official, why do we still suffer?"

The woman was slightly stunned and her face looked a little sad.

The little guy said again: "Those people are my uncles and uncles, and some are even grandpas' generation. The book says, "My brothers and sisters, brothers and respectful brothers, why do they hide under the trees to enjoy the cool air, but we have to cook in the sun, and after cooking, we have to give them food first. Why should we serve them?"

This is the child's confusion, with sadness in his tone.

The woman sighed quietly, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the child's forehead. After a long time, she said softly: "This is what my mother takes the initiative to do. Li'er must not be resentful to them."

"Why?"

The little guy still wonders.

The woman hesitated for a moment, finally leaned over and lay down in the child's ear, and whispered: "Mom is doing this to help your father. Lier, you must remember that you must not be satisfied with your heart, otherwise it will be bad for someone to see it, and maybe your father will pay an extra salary of one year."

"Why?"

The little guy's face turned red with anger, and his voice couldn't help but become high. After all, this child was too young and didn't know how to hide his emotions. His mother told him to endure it, but he couldn't help but grow louder. He shouted: "Dad was a high-ranking official and brought honor to the clan. As a result, not only did he not give a reward, but he also asked his father to contribute his own salary. Dad has paid five years of salary, so why add another one more year?"

These words were justified, but their tone was filled with the child's confusion and indignation. However, his mother was shocked and couldn't help but want to cover the child's mouth with her hands.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

I heard a sudden sneer under the shade of the tree not far away, and someone said with disdain: "Oh! This child is very energetic!"

The person who spoke was a young woman wearing extremely soft silk, but when she saw her sitting under the shade of a tree, she sneered and looked at the fire from afar, saying, "If you don't want to do it, don't do it, but you just have to act proactively, be humble on the surface, and secretly teach the children badly, oh, I forgot that you are no longer as good as before, you are now an amazing lady, your husband has entered the court, he is a famous fifth-rank official..."

These words are sarcastic and harsh, and they are clearly jealous and dissatisfied. If they are targeted for people with the same status, such words are sour, but if they are targeted for people with unequal status, such words will inevitably put a lot of pressure and intimidation.

The woman who was burning the fire quickly put the child down, bowed her knees with an anxious look on her face, and explained hurriedly: "Sister Four, don't be angry, the child is not very sensible."

"What a courageous person, who are you calling for?" The woman under the shade of the tree turned cold and said with a gloomy face: "My husband is the Cui family's legitimate branch. What is your husband? Don't use his peers to be qualified."

As he said that, he seemed to be getting more and more angry, he suddenly walked out of the shade of the tree. I don’t know where the anger came from, but he kicked the iron pot on the fire with one kick. A pot of fragrant porridge rolled to the ground, but with a bang, the porridge water extinguished the fire.

The little guy was startled by her, and then he felt distressed and couldn't help but shout, "You kicked over the porridge made by my mother."

The woman's face was colder, her tone was colder than her face. She stared at the little guy and scolded: "Open your dog's eyes and see clearly. This is the porridge made by your mother with Cui family grain. Don't your mother want to show off, let her make another pot..."

As he said that, he looked at the mother of the child and said with a provocative look: "How about it, Mrs. Gui? Do you feel very angry? Don't hold it in with the fire? Send it out for everyone to see. Your husband is a fifth-rank official and a big shot who can enter the court to attend the court meeting."

The child's mother was so angry that she trembled all over, but she still insisted on not fighting back, and just smiled bitterly: "Sister Four, why are you doing this? After all, my husband earned honors for Cui..."

"Pooh!"

The woman spat suddenly and gritted her teeth and said, "You are still panting when you say you are fat. Do you lack an official from your man? Do you really think you are entering the court with your own ability? What is he considered to be a fifth-rank official without the recommendation of Cui from Qinghe? Do you really think he is a fifth-rank official? He is only from the fifth-rank. If this level is in the Cui family, you don't even look down on dogs. You only think you are a high-rank official..."

The more she spoke, she seemed more and more mean, and was about to say something even more ugly. At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of the wind breaking through the air, but with a dull sound of "bang", she suddenly fell to the ground.

On the ground where the fall was falling, a stone was rolling.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then her face was full of anger, and she screamed sharply, gritted her teeth and said, "Who threw the stone? Get out of my wife quickly..."

"I threw it away, but I won't get out, otherwise, you can teach me."

But when a crisp sound sounded, it sounded like a young boy, and he said indifferently: "Let me get out, I have never learned it before. You woman said, "Get out, are you born to know this? Hehe, I heard that only dogs can roll, but there are no scallops in the palace. Today I have the chance, you learn a scallops and show me!"

The woman was stunned again, her eyes couldn't help but look in the sound. After seeing the person clearly, her face suddenly became extremely angry. Although she was beautiful, she looked hideous and ugly at this moment. She cursed: "Cui Hao, you are so brave, kneel down obediently for me..."

There were three people standing opposite, one big and two small, the one big and the one big was Cui Hao and Cui Tanxiao, and the one small was Bao Shisheng and Li Baiding.

At this time, Cui Hao was also full of anger, his eyes were staring at the overturned pot on the ground. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, and the anger on his face slowly restrained, and he said lightly: "Stone, I didn't smash it!"

The woman actually knew that it was not him who smashed it, but she still stared at him with hatred. At the same time, she pointed at Li Baiding beside Cui Hao and said gritting her teeth: "Even if it wasn't you smashed it, it was the little bastard you brought. No matter who did it, it must be counted on your head. Cui Hao, you must kneel down for me today..."

He said for a while and looked at Li Baiding and said, "There is this little bastard, and you have to kneel down!"

Puff!

Cui Hao laughed!

He took a deep breath again and said, "The Cui family in Qinghe opened their mouths but was like spraying feces. Why didn't anyone come out to take care of the woman who is so corrupt about her family style?"

Why is no one coming out to take care of it?

Not far away, some people were slightly stunned.

They vaguely felt that Cui Hao's style today was different from usual.

Several people had already changed their faces and suddenly stood up from under the tree, stared at Li Baiding and asked, "You just said there were no scallion dogs in the palace?"

Li Baiding's little face was cold and harsh. He didn't care about these people. He just looked at the woman who scolded him and asked, "You just called me a little bastard? Do you have the courage to scold me in front of my father?"

Do you have the courage to scold me in front of my father?

These words immediately made some people under the tree look pale.

However, the woman who was scolding failed to react for a moment, but instead spoke angrily again: "Speak, scold, what are you? Who are you afraid of by Cui from Qinghe? So what if you go to your father to scold you... Wait, your father?"

Her face suddenly turned pale.

The graceful body couldn't help but tremble.

Li Baiding suddenly stepped forward for a walk, bent down and picked up the stone just now from the ground.

Then, in full view of the public, when the world was clear, the nine-year-old boy raised the stone high, and smashed it hard.

Bang!

The woman fell head-on.

The beautiful face was bleeding.

Bang!

The stone smashed again!

Bang!

The stone is smashed!

After slamming seven or eight times, the woman rolled her eyes and fainted.

Li Baiding threw away the stones indifferently, then he slowly looked at the person under the tree, and said arrogantly with a little face: "Once upon a time, I was a noble man in heaven. Now, I am a disciple of Bohai. I am the eighth. I am the title of Baiding. Master told me that I can fight forever in my life, but there is an exception. I can't bully my junior brother, because I, the eighth old man, only one junior brother. Master told me that he is the most ruthless person in the Tang Dynasty. I can be the ninth ruthless person in the Tang Dynasty. My ninth junior brother is the tenth ruthless..."

As he said that, he seemed to remember something that had not been explained. He turned his hand to Cui Hao and smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you clearly that this is my ninth junior brother, Cui Hao, and Cui Tanxiao, who is now, has been worshipped in Bohai today and has been granted the title of royal title."

Today I worship the Bohai Sea.
Chapter completed!