Lord Prime Minister

But that's what he said on the surface, but he didn't know if what this little kid who hadn't been here for a long time was telling the truth, would he really give money for those few words?

There are not a few people who think this way. Someone hesitates at this end, and someone at the other end immediately asks.

"Boy, I know something, I'm just worried..." A middle-aged man stood up, shrugging his shoulders, staring at Mu Zihuai's clothes where he put the money just now, and he was halfway through the sentence.

"Brother, do you know something?" Mu Zihuai's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise.

The middle-aged man nodded, hesitant to speak.

"Brother, don't worry, as long as it is what I say, it will be honored. I used the money to bury the old man." He took out two copper coins and weighed them in his hand.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes following the copper coins that were thrown up and down, and gritted his teeth. "I know! I happened to be picking things up next to me yesterday."

"Really? Brother, follow me in quickly, and tell me what happened yesterday, my poor smokey old man, I don't know that he..."

"I was picking up rubbish next to this house yesterday, and the old man Yan was talking to me at that time. I asked him why he didn't go to beg for money, and he said that he picked up a baby, and it was very good. Don't let him go to work again, stay He rests at home and enjoys happiness. I thought the old man lied to me at the time, but I knew it was true after seeing you."

In the dilapidated thatched cottage, there were only the middle-aged man and Mu Zihuai. Mu Zihuai led him to a corner, and the middle-aged man spoke.

"After a while, the two Gang brothers came over, and there was a very strong man with a scar on his head, which was terrible. Son, I tell you today, don't tell others that it is me By the way, I was afraid that that person would trouble me, if my daughter hadn't been waiting for dinner, I wouldn't have..."

Mu Zihuai said again and again: "Brother, don't worry, younger brother will never reveal today's words."

But I was thinking in my heart, coming in with me in front of so many people, it is probably impossible not to be known that you said it, but these three people will not come to trouble you in the future.If you dare to kill, you should pay the price.

"As soon as those three people came over, they grabbed the old man Yan and asked him for money. The old man said that he had no money. I thought that the old man also had no money, but the three people didn't believe it. They said that the little boy he raised was rich. Let him take the money out."

Hearing this, Mu Zihuai touched his face. The boy they said was probably referring to himself, but he didn't expect that he would be called a boy too.But compared to them, he was indeed a lot whiter.

"The old man didn't give it, so they beat him. Oh, the poor old man, he was not strong enough, and he couldn't stand up after being beaten by the three of them. Later, they began to search the old man, as if they wanted to find the money. I came out, but I couldn’t find it. Later, the old man was dragged into the house by them, and I couldn’t see anything, so I went to pick things up elsewhere.”

Mu Zihuai frowned, his heart turned cold, it was really the Gang brothers who did it. "Brother, do you know who the man with the scar on his head is?"

The man's eyes flickered, he moved away from Mu Zihuai's face, looked at the straw in the corner, and stammered: "No... I don't know, how...how did I know."

Mu Zihuai pondered for a moment, forced a smile on his face, and took out two copper coins from his pocket.

"Brother, this is for you. I, Mu Zihuai, will do what I say, and I will never break my word."

The middle-aged man borrowed money, rubbed his thumb and forefinger, a greedy smile appeared on his face, and then said again: "You can't tell others that I told you."

"I know, I won't say it."

Sending the happy middle-aged man out of the thatched cottage, Mu Zihuai stood at the door and sighed, then turned and took the coffin away.

"Wait, kid, I... I know something." Seeing that someone got the money, the rest of the people became envious and rushed to speak, for fear that Mu Zihuai would be robbed first.

Everyone saw the expression on the middle-aged man's face just now. He must have said something and got the money. Since what this fool said is true, he is willing to exchange money for news, which is not easy.

In the past morning, when Mu Zihuai sent the last person out, he could roughly restore the situation at that time in his mind.

The old man Yan was indeed killed by the Nagang brothers, as well as the man with the scar on his head that no one wanted to name.The Nagang brothers got angry with him, so they brought people to trouble the old man Yan, but they couldn't get money, so they beat the old man to death.

All this is his fault.

If it wasn't for the sake of being quick, the old man Yan wouldn't have died tragically!

Mu Zihuai regretted that I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.What to do now will not help, I can only take out the remaining money to buy paper money for wreaths, and burn it in front of the old man's grave.

Kneeling in front of the grave and swearing that one day he would avenge the old man Yan, they would have to pay the price for everything they did, so Mu Zihuai left.

Back in the dilapidated thatched hut, Mu Zihuai sat on the ground in a daze. The savings of this period of time were exhausted, and the rice grains hadn't been eaten for a day, but he didn't feel hungry. He only felt the cold air coming through his body. It froze his heart.

The old man Yan was unwilling to give them the money until he died, which made Mu Zihuai feel bitter, remembering that day when he gave him the money, the old man did not fall asleep all night. Uneasy.

Thinking of this, Mu Zihuai suddenly thought, the Gang brothers didn't find the money, so what about the old man's money?

Is it difficult?

Finding the place where the old man hid the money that night, Mu Zihuai dug with his bare hands, and he really felt that the soil here was very loose, it had been turned over by someone, and he found something to turn the soil out.

A few golden copper coins were exposed from the cave.

It really is here!

Just as Mu Zihuai was about to reach out to take out those copper coins, a slight movement outside the door suddenly broke into his ears.

"Who? Who's there?"

Alertly retracting his hand, Mu Zihuai stared at the door where the voice came from.

A small black object emerged from the door. Mu Zihuai squinted his eyes and waited until the person came out before he recognized it.

"It's you, Long...Long Lei?"

The skinny monkey-like child clung to the door frame, its tiny body shrank and did not dare to step forward, and did not speak.

"You came here...to find me?"

Long Lei nodded almost invisible.

Mu Zihuai thought for a moment and said, "Are you hungry?"

"You...Are you okay?" Long Lei spoke slowly, his voice as small as his body.

"Me? I'm fine." There was a sudden pause in my heart, and I smiled again: "Thank you Xiaolei, I'm fine."

Taking small steps, Long Lei came to Mu Zihuai's body inch by inch, and carefully handed out a bulging steamed bun.

"For me?"

Long Lei nodded.

Mu Zihuai burst out laughing, and pushed the steamed bun towards Long Lei. "No need, let's eat, Xiaolei."

Long Lei looked down at the steamed bun, his dark and round eyes were moist, but he didn't move.

"Where's your brother? Why are you alone?" Mu Zihuai looked up at the door, but didn't see the stubborn child.

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came over, the voice was clear and clean, with a good self-cultivation that was not in a hurry.

"Xiao Lei? You are indeed here."

Long Xiu stood at the door, and the man named Mu Zihuai was squatting on the ground, standing beside his younger brother Long Xiu.

Thinking of the news he heard this morning, Long Xiu's eyes lingered on Mu Zihuai for a moment. Is that person the same as them?

"You..." Long Xiu glanced at the hole in front of Mu Zihuai, and the golden lights flashed, and then changed his words: "Xiao Lei, let's go."

"Brother..." Long Lei hugged the white steamed bun and handed it out again. "I'm sorry, brother eat."

Long Xiu shook his head. "I've already eaten, you can eat."

Long Lei looked at Long Xiu dubiously for a while, and then took a small bite of the steamed bun.

Long Xiu patted his head, raised his head and said to Mu Zihuai, "Don't be sad, everything will pass."

If it is very mature, it does not match Long Xiu's age.

After finishing speaking, Long Xiu dragged his younger brother out, as if he wanted to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute." Mu Zihuai stretched out his hand to pull out the string of money in the hole, and said with a smile, "I invite you to dinner."