My wife is the sect leader

"Yes, it's not easy for her. In this world, is it easy for us?"

"What a ghost world!" someone sighed.

In troubled times, human life is like a mustard.

It seems to be just a sentence, but it is difficult for those who have not experienced it to imagine the cruelty.

Human life can be compared with grass mustard.

"take it."

Zhu Houyou put ten Wen coins in Xiao Tanyun's hands, and then glanced at Xiao Tanyun's cracked hands, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, "Does it hurt?"

She was only a six-year-old child.

"It doesn't hurt."

Xiao Tanyun tightly held the hot ten-cent coin, shook his head, and said tremblingly: "Uncle Zhu, I will definitely repay you, and I will definitely return the ten-cent coin to you."

Zhu Houyou smiled, he didn't need the six-year-old girl in front of him to reciprocate, "Go, your mother is still waiting for you."

Little Tanyun held onto the ten-wen coin, bowed to Zhu Houyou, and then ran away quickly.

"Old Zhu, you..."

"It's just one less meal tonight."

The companions next to him sighed when they saw this, and didn't say anything more.

Tan Yun trotted all the way, but his heart was full of ecstasy.

Ten cents!

Then you can buy five buns!

Today, she and her mother can have a full meal.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Xiao Tanyun finally came to the steamed stuffed bun shop in the town out of breath.

"Steamed buns, fragrant and big buns."

"It smells so good!"

Tan Yun smelled the fragrance, and suddenly felt his stomach start to growl, wishing to bite his tongue off.

"I want to go back quickly, mother is still waiting for me."

Thinking of this, Xiao Tanyun rested on his toes, and slowly put ten Wen coins beside the cage, "Boss, bring me five buns."

"Little girl, five buns cost fifteen Wen." The bun shop owner looked at the money on the table and frowned.

"Isn't it two pennies a piece?" Xiao Tanyun immediately asked anxiously after hearing this: "It was two pennies a piece the day before yesterday, and I bought it..."

"During this time, we are at war with Zhao and Nanban, and with the floods and plagues in Yunhua Road and Jiangnan Road this year, there is not enough food at all. Two Wen is the price of yesterday, and now it costs three Wen each. "The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop sighed.

"Then...then get me three." Xiao Tanyun bit his lip and said.

"Okay, a total of nine pennies, and one penny left." The owner of the bun shop gave the kraft paper to Xiao Tanyun.

"Thank you."

Xiao Tanyun picked up the kraft paper and ran towards the house quickly.

"Hey, slow down, don't drop it." Looking at the thin figure, Baozipu couldn't help shouting, then shook his head, "This little girl is really pitiful."

A world of ice and snow, the cold wind howling.

Little Tanyun strode his calf, panting heavily, and ran desperately towards the house.

After bypassing the sparsely populated street market, I finally came to a row of small, dilapidated houses.

"Mother, I'm back...... Ah!"

Xiao Tanyun shouted, because he was running too fast, he was kicked by the gravel on the ground.

She threw her whole body directly to the ground, and the kraft paper in her arms was held tightly by her, but the bun inside rolled to the ground.

"Bun, my bun..."

Regardless of the pain, Xiao Tanyun quickly got up and picked up the buns that had fallen on the ground.

But the steamed stuffed bun rolled through the ice, snow and mud, and was covered with mud stains.

Seeing this, Xiao Tanyun's nose was sore, but she bit her lip tightly, trying to hold back the tears that swirled in her eyes.

"It's okay, just tear off some, it's still clean."

Little Tanyun stretched out his little hands that were cracked by frost, and carefully tore off the mud stains on the buns.

It took about half a stick of incense before she peeled off all the mud stains on the buns to ensure that the buns were clean.

The wind was like a knife cutting, Xiao Tanyun not only felt cold and biting, but also felt a fire rising in her stomach, making her unable to straighten up, the feeling gradually spread to the whole body, looking at the mud-stained The skin of the bun made her throat surge.

In the end, she swallowed and stuffed all the bun skins and mud stains into her mouth.

Every time she chewed it, there were some sweet and soft bun skins, and there were mud stains mixed in it, but she was very satisfied.

After eating, she felt even hungrier. She couldn't help but look at the buns in the kraft paper, then swallowed, quickly picked up the kraft paper and ran towards the two thatched huts not far away.

"Mother, I'm back, I brought three buns back today."

Xiao Tanyun shouted excitedly.

But there was no response in the room. In the past, every time she came back, her mother would always reply, just come back.

Little Tan Yun approached the room with the kraft paper in his arms.

I saw only one bed in the barren house.

Lying on the bed was a woman with a pale complexion. At this time, she had her eyes closed, as if she was resting with her eyes closed, holding a copy of "The Story of the East Chamber" in one hand.

That "Romance of the East Chamber" is very old, it seems to have been ripped apart.

"Mother, don't sleep, I brought three big buns."

Little Tanyun walked up to the woman and whispered.

The room was silent, and the woman did not reply to her words.

"Baozi, this is Baozi. Uncle Zhu gave me ten Wen. I bought it, but I didn't steal it..."

"Mother, wake up quickly."

Little Tanyun hastily stretched out his frayed little hand on the ground, "Mother, Yun'er's hand hurts so much, blow it..."

In the past, every time she suffered skin trauma, the woman would gently give her a blow.

The woman on the bed remained motionless, without any response.

Xiao Tanyun's heart trembled, and finally he couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

In the empty, dilapidated house, there was only her heart-piercing cry.

Xiao Tanyun lost his strength after crying and froze for a long time, before he took out the steamed stuffed bun in the kraft paper.

"Mom, eat the steamed stuffed bun quickly. After eating this steamed stuffed bun, you won't be hungry or sleepy anymore."

"Mom, eat the buns quickly, wake up quickly."

"Wuuu...Mother, Xiao Yun'er will never let you teach me calligraphy again, and I will never make you angry again. Wake up, wake up..."

Xiao Tanyun wailed loudly at the corpse, and then he lost the strength to cry, sobbing constantly, laying motionless on the corpse.

At this time, there was a mournful sound outside the door.

"She's gone."

Xiao Tanyun turned around and looked, and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing at the door. Confucian looks very handsome, with sword eyebrows and star plum blossoms, but his expression was a bit lonely.

"Sir, help my mother, I have buns..."

"I can't save a dead person, all I can do is let her die in peace."

.........

On the river port.

An Jing looked at Tan Yun who hadn't said anything, and said, "Tan Yun, how did you get into the mansion?"

Tan Yun came back to his senses and said: "When I was six years old, my mother was in poor health and didn't survive that winter, but I was seen by the passing housekeeper and brought to the house..."

When Tan Yun said this, he couldn't help but look a little depressed.

six years old

Hearing this, An Jing frowned slightly, and asked, "What about your father?"

Tan Yun said calmly: "My mother said that I died before I was born."

When he said this, Tan Yun still had no expression on his face, and the hammer in his hand was still beating on his clothes.

"Are you still sad now?" An Jing paused.

"Sad, what is there to be sad about?"

The movements in Tan Yun's hands paused, then he looked at the dazzling sunlight and said, "My mother definitely doesn't want me to be sad and cry every day, so I won't be sad."

The faint sunlight poured down and fell on her delicate face, making it a little softer.

Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and looked at An Jing strangely, "Master, why are you asking me so much today?"

In the past, although my uncle was very strange and always said some strange things, he never asked so many questions.

"No, I just care about you."

An Jing said with a smile.

"Caring about me? You never cared about me before."

Tan Yun thought of something, moved his eyes, and said, "Young master, you didn't come here for that kid Han Wenxin, did you?"

"How is it possible, I don't care about you, how did you grow up so big."

An Jing looked at Tan Yun's plump breasts angrily, and said, "Stop talking, your clothes are almost finished, let's go back."

It seems that there should be no special relationship between Tan Yun and Li Fuzhou, but that's right, Li Fuzhou, that old fox, should also look down on the 'big chest and no brain' Tan Yun.

"Understood, uncle."

Tan Yun nodded, then picked up the wooden basin and followed behind An Jing.

"It seems that we need to have a good chat with that boy Han Wenxin. Since Zhou Xianming left, he hasn't practiced boxing kung fu much." Tan Yun looked at An Jing's back and muttered in his heart.

"Let's go, are you stupid?" An Jing couldn't help but said when he saw Tan Yun not moving.

"Here we come." Tan Yun followed quickly, and said with a smile, "Master, actually, I think about it, you are really kind to me, and your words are interesting."

The little doctor has no skills on weekdays, he can only see patients and doctors, but not only will he buy some pastries for himself, but he can also make himself happy......

"Of course." An Jing said without turning his head: "I only have a few advantages, and being considerate is one of them."

"Uncle, I want to repay you." Tan Yun said seriously.

"Repay, how to repay?"

"It's autumn now, and the crabs are very plump. I heard from the guy in the teahouse that a new batch of crabs has arrived, and the price is not very expensive..."

"Are you going to repay me, or are you going to take revenge on me?"

.........

Linjiang City.

Recently, with the Linjiang City Autumn Exam, most of the students from Jiangnan Road have gathered in Linjiang City, making Linjiang City even more lively and noisy.

Especially at night on the lake in Linjiang City, women with heavy make-up stood on the bow of the boat, waving handkerchiefs to the students passing by, and the middle of the lake was filled with the sound of changing cups, singing and dancing.

One of the exquisite painting boats floated slowly, and the crisp and pleasant voice was pleasing to the ears.

At this moment, a middle-aged Confucian scholar also wanted to board the painting boat, but was blocked by the bustard standing at the bow.

I saw the two chattering, the old bustard frowned, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar kept smiling.

This middle-aged Confucian scholar is none other than Zhou Xianming.

Finally, the bustard seemed impatient, pushed away Zhou Xianming's hand, and said angrily, "Daydreaming!"

"During the day...dream!?"