I can't get enough to feed you

Chapter 1

Meng Xiaojiang turned over and got out of bed before dawn. It was the end of December, and it was the season when the winter wind was blowing in the north.Zhang Zhai has a servant room with a brick roof and a tiled roof. It is more than 30 square meters and sleeps twelve people. There is a small gas stove between every three beds. not going anywhere.

Meng Xiaojiang wakes up at this point every day. He has always felt less sleepy, to what extent, even if he does not sleep for two or three days, he still has energy. As a human being, this is naturally surprising, but Meng Xiaojiang is not as good as "" People" are somewhat different.

If you observe him carefully, you can still observe a few places where he is different from ordinary people.

But these days, or whatever years they are, what they poor people think about most every day is how to fill their stomachs, and how to save two extra money to marry a wife and have children. boy.

Meng Xiaojiang woke up early this morning, before he was on duty, the rest of the boys were sleeping like dead pigs, Meng Xiaojiang had already put on his jacket and got out of bed lightly.Cage walked out of their servant's room, and wandered to the kitchen in the early morning darkness.

The cook and servants in the kitchen were the first to get up in the entire Zhang residence. When Meng Xiaojiang touched it, the buns and wontons had already come out of the drawer, and the rice porridge was simmering in the casserole.

One side of the Baishilaiping kitchen is like this, and a master chef is baking bread on the other side. Meng Xiaojiang raised her head and took a breath towards that side, smelling a smell of butter, thinking about buying two Try a croissant.

The master Chinese chef over there scooped up a bowl of porridge, picked up three shiitake mushrooms and cabbage buns and three big meat stuffing buns, brought a big tray together, and beckoned to Meng Xiaojiang: "Little boy, what are you doing standing there? Now the second drawer is on fire, come sit here and eat."

Meng Xiaojiang raised a small face. It was hot in the kitchen and cold outside. When he came in, his nose ran out of cold and hot. He took a breath and trotted over. The man who took the tray didn't speak. He laughed a few times before speaking. A little tender boyish voice: "How can I sit here? The masters are busy making breakfast, and I am disgusted by sitting here."

In the help kitchen, there is Mrs. Zhang who lives far away from the Zhang family. Mrs. Zhang is thirty years old. She is a woman who has lost her husband. Why can't I hear that she was arrested five years ago and has not been heard from since then? , now only has an only son who is just fifteen this year and is studying in the Santa Maria Elementary School.

Mrs. Zhang had just cooked a pot of raw pan-fried buns, and now she was free, so she came over to see Meng Xiaojiang, because Meng Xiaojiang was the same age as her son, and looked like a fair and lovable young boy.

So firstly she thought of her son's great love for her mother, and secondly, the beautiful young boy always attracts women's liking, so Mrs. Zhang took two chopsticks for Meng Xiaojiang and patted him on the head lovingly: "You just sit here and eat." Well, who dislikes you?"

Meng Xiaojiang smiled and called Aunt Zhang, but she still didn't sit here. She ran to the kitchen door with a tray, sat down in front of the threshold and ate.

He was eating in his heart, and his mind was sober. The kitchen worker looked at him every day and it was a dislike.Speaking of being able to eat a good meal and even come to Zhang's house to work, it is all thanks to the blessing of saving the master's youngest son last year.

Coincidentally that year, he just woke up from the coffin, only to find that the place where he lived had been robbed of the tomb, and the wicked tomb robbers took away all his funeral objects, leaving nothing behind.Meng Xiaojiang, who was blinded by hunger and had no money in his hands, was wearing the mandarin jacket and satin trousers he got when he woke up the last time—the clothes from the third year of Qianlong's reign, but they were also very torn.He was dressed in rags and panicked from hunger. As soon as he left the deep mountain and walked onto the official road, he was bumped by a carriage.

Meng Xiaojiang originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask for two coins so that she could go to the city to buy something to eat, but she ran into a kidnapper, and a bunch of kidnapped babies were in the car.

In the end, the money was naturally not corrupted. In short, Meng Xiaojiang, as a strange person, was born at the end of the Han Dynasty. He died after living for 15 years. , the only way to save one's life is to have infinite strength.

He was suffering from hunger, and the abductor was about to abduct him with him. Meng Xiaojiang lost his temper, punched and kicked three big men flying, and the big men knocked over the car again, and all the people in the water were thrown into the city. In the patrol room.

When the patrol room came, they drove two cars, four policemen, three kidnappers and five little dolls. One of the policemen met Meng Xiaojiang, the other three went to crush the kidnappers, and the remaining one was crying for his father and mother. The cubs were carried into the car.

Like a country bumpkin, Meng Xiaojiang touched the iron box and marveled: "What kind of thing is this, this, this can run without being pulled by donkeys and cows?"

The police officer was just surprised. He didn't expect the hero who knocked down three big men with one punch to be such a short man. Meng Xiaojiang had already touched the window glass of the car: "This...is this crystal!"

He is a country bumpkin, the little policeman thought to himself, he is quite honest and did not look down on Meng Xiaojiang, so he pushed him away: "This is called a car, you just touched that called glass, crystal is expensive as hell, how can it be used as a car window .”

Meng Xiaojiang thought so too, the crystal is not so clear.

After getting into the car, Meng Xiaojiang didn't turn his head back. The little policeman asked him, "Little brother, what's your name, and where are you from? What are you doing in Tianjin Wei?"

Meng Xiaojiang's mouth was very smooth, and she answered this question more than once: "I came from the countryside. Our village is very remote. It is a place called Mengjia Village in the deep mountains and old forests. The whole village is named Meng. My name is Mengjia Village. Meng Xiaojiang, we are too poor, I am here to make a living."

"By the way, brother, can I ask how old Qianlong is now?"

"What the hell?" The little police officer looked bewildered, and plucked his ears, thinking he had heard it wrong: "You mean, Qianlong?"

Meng Xiaojiang remained calm: "Hey, I may have misremembered, may I ask what year it is now?"

"You old Huang Li is really old!" The little policeman slapped his thigh, staring at Meng Xiaojiang's long gown and mandarin jacket, very suspicious of his age, maybe it is an antique.

"The emperor has stepped down, and the year name has become the old calendar along with the emperor and his father. We are talking about new democracy now, and the calendar is in line with international standards. Little brother, remember it, this year is [-] , Today is May [-]st, [-], International Labor Day, you, remember, there is no emperor for a long time."

"Everyone is equal." At the end of the policeman, Meng Xiaojiang added another sentence, and Meng Xiaojiang stared at him: "You... have your hair cut?"