The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 123 A cheap name is easy to support, so his name is Wang Xiaoming

"Village chief, there are outsiders who want to see you."

The sweet potato seller brought Wang Xiaoming to a brick house.

There are several empty pieces on the walls of the house, and if you look inside a little, you can see that they were used to cushion tables and chairs.

"How many times have I said, if you want to come in, just knock on the door." An old voice came from the house.

"Then let's go in." The sweet potato seller turned his head and finished speaking, pulling Wang Xiaoming and pushing the door open.

What caught my eye was the village chief holding a booklet and smiling foolishly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he closed the booklet at the same time.

"Didn't I tell you to knock on the door?!" the village head scolded angrily.

"Did I knock?"

"Where did you knock?"

"I knocked when I was going out."

"I said knock on my door when you come in, not your door!" The village chief had a dark face, and couldn't help covering his face to cover up the embarrassment on his face.

dong dong!

As soon as the words were finished, the sweet potato seller knocked on the door of the village house.

"Oh, that's fine, let's leave it at that." The village chief lamented, why are there such people in his village.

"Is this the outsider you mentioned?" The village chief picked up the pipe next to him, filled it with shredded tobacco, and lit it.

After taking a sharp puff, white smoke came out of his mouth, and then he babbled.

Outturned lips, wrinkled face, bones visible in hands, black hair not visible.

"Yes, he wants to come for you. If you tell the village chief, I'll leave first."

The sweet potato seller pushed Wang Xiaoming in front of him, and then slowly left the village head's house.

After leaving, he said: "Look at the taste, I can't wait."

The village head ignored it, walked slowly behind Wang Xiaoming and closed the door.

"Yes, hey, Xiao Wang, come to me tomorrow, and I need to find you." The village head seemed to suddenly remember something, and shouted out.

Although there was no sound, the village head knew he heard it.

Lao Wang is the sweet potato seller.

Now, even if the village chief didn't ask him why tomorrow, he would have no peace for one night.

High, really high.

Wang Xiaoming admired it from the bottom of his heart.

"Young man, I see that you have no shortage of food or drink, you have fine clothes and abilities, why are you looking for an ordinary person like me?"

The village chief looked at Wang Xiaoming, thought for a while, and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course I'm asking about the situation in your village." Seeing that the village head wanted to pour tea, Wang Xiaoming went to pour tea himself.

Although Wang Xiaoming has gained strength, he still respects the old man as always.

Of course, except for those who are old and disrespectful.

"If you have anything you want to ask, just ask, as long as I know, I will tell you everything." The village chief showed off his vocabulary at the end.

I don't want outsiders to say that they are uneducated.

"Aside from me, have other outsiders been here? Why am I surprised that people in the village are surprised?" Wang Xiaoming asked the village chief.

The village head let out a long sigh.

"It's true that we haven't seen outsiders for a long time. No outsiders have been here since two years ago."

The village chief paused and continued:

"There was one half a year ago, but he was poor. He must have been a fool. He took out a few pieces of paper and wanted to buy them. We took pity on him and gave him something to eat. I don't know where he is now.

Anyway, you are the first rich outsider in two years. "

When Wang Xiaoming heard about it, he was very surprised, especially when he bought it with paper.

Could it be Ruanmeibi, the senior traveler?
The novels that Wang Xiaoming has read are two hundred and five if not three hundred, and there are also relevant plots.

"Can you let me see that banknote?" Wang Xiaoming looked forward to it.

"We burned that kind of thing a long time ago. It's really inferior. You'll see how it tastes after you burn it."

What the village chief said convinced Wang Xiaoming even more.

"Since there is nothing to look for, let's forget about it. By the way, what's the situation with that child?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly remembered what happened last night, so he asked.

"Oh, that child's life is miserable." The village chief's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Then can I go and have a look?" Wang Xiaoming became interested.

"You, um, come with me." The village head took a sip of tea, took a puff of his pipe, and stumbled out of the room.

Wang Xiaoming followed.

The child's home was far away, and the village head was relatively slow, so Wang Xiaoming asked him about other things.

This village is similar to Holy Soul Village. Every month, villagers buy vegetables, meat, and folk products from their village, and then sell them in the city. This is the main source for the village.

The village head is a great soul master, almost eighty years old.

"After June, I'll be eighty." He said, smoking his pipe proudly.

That's really something to be proud of.Wang Xiaoming thought so.

Soon, I saw the children's home in the distance.

The door was open, and the warm sunlight shone in, warming the two figures on the bed.

The one next to the bed is the child.

Wang Xiaoming followed the village chief to take a closer look.

Those two figures were obviously the parents of the child.

Two or two lightly closed their eyes, without any movement of the body, not like a sick person, but like a dead person.

Especially the bulge of the abdomen is very strange.

"The child's parents..." Wang Xiaoming stopped suddenly, but what he said was self-evident.

The village sighed.

"The child's parents got a strange disease, in fact..."

The village chief looked around, then leaned into Wang Xiaoming's ear, and said suicidally, "Actually, he died of illness a long time ago."

"Oh, but he doesn't know." The village chief didn't know how many times he sighed, so he took a puff of cigarette to calm down.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the child with his eyes closed and smiled, it seemed that he had some kind of sweet dream.

Digestive system... Wang Xiaoming thought as he looked at the swelling of his abdomen.

At this time, the parents of the child seem to be in a state of suspended animation because of the strange disease. The body is warm, the muscles are stiff and slow, and the "exit" function is closed, and they can only enter and not come out. kind of look.

Although the village chief concealed it in good faith, one day, the child will still know.

I don't know how long this time will last...

Wang Xiaoming walked into the room, looked at the food on the plate, and Wang Xiaoming slightly measured it.

There was not much food missing at all, at most two bites were eaten by the child.

It is correct that the child did not feed the parents on the bed, but shouldn't the child know not to feed it?
Moreover, Wang Xiaoming knew from his perception that a nearby pit was full of food, which should be funded by the villagers.

"Village chief, who gave him food before?" Wang Xiaoming asked the village chief.

"Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's other well-meaning villagers. I usually give it to him. He said his parents ate it..." The village chief seemed unwilling to bring up this matter, and his voice became softer and weaker.

A gleam of light flashed in Wang Xiaoming's eyes.

Seems to understand.

"The child of the Wang family is three years old. I haven't given him a name yet. As the saying goes, a cheap name is easy to support. Don't listen to it.

I want him to be a little smarter in the future, so the child's name is Wang Xiaoming. "

The village head took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Son, by the way, I forgot to ask, what should I call you?"

　Zhanwei is a local dialect, which probably means a strange smell, an unpleasant smell.

　　Also, the author did not burn banknotes, nothing illegal (sweating)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)