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- Update time: 2013-01-07
"Bah!"
The middle-aged villain with the knife spit fiercely at an old woman who was thrown to the ground by the vehicle and walked away.
The crowd around her was pointing at the old woman.
After a while, they left one after another indifferently.
This is Tianxuan Continent!
The old woman was white-haired and already older. After the fall, she sat on the ground for a while and then slowly got up. After getting up, she first straightened the overturned empty cart and then bent down. He began to pick up the dry firewood scattered on the ground one by one.
The hungry grandson is still staying at home waiting for her to sell the firewood so that she can get money to buy some food.
People passing by her one after another walked past her, either frowning or simply ignoring the old woman.
The old woman obviously didn't care about everyone's reaction, she was used to it, but when she thought that her little grandson was still hungry at home, she sped up the movements of her hands. However, when she fell just now, she injured her right leg. At this moment, she was too slow to move. Somewhat limping.
After picking up five or six pieces of firewood, the old woman held them in her arms, put them on the old car, and stacked them neatly.
Then he bent down to pick it up.
After three trips like this, the old woman was already out of breath. Under normal circumstances, the nearby mountains and forests are the safest when the sky is just getting bright, so she would get up very early every day, and then rush to the mountains and forests. If you dare to delay, pick up a cart full of firewood as quickly as possible and then slowly pull it back.
It is much safer to take the main road leading to Xingyao City. Because there are many people on the main road, you will rarely encounter attacks from monsters or beasts here.
She has not eaten a grain of rice since she was so busy in the morning, and her eyes are a little blurry with hunger. If she had not been thinking about her grandson at home, she would have fainted on the ground long ago.
However, just as she gritted her teeth and went to pick up firewood on the ground again, a pair of white palms came into her eyelids.
? Looking along the palms of her hands, she saw a young man wearing brand new clothes picking up the firewood on the ground one by one, then holding it in his arms and putting it on her car.
The white-haired old woman came from a poor family and her clothes were covered with patches. When she saw this, she stood up and looked at the young man with a somewhat fearful look. She shrank her shoulders in a restrained manner.
"Old lady, take a rest for a while, and I'll help you pick up the firewood."
The young man smiled slightly, nodded gently to the old woman, and then went to work again.
"No" The old woman wanted to say no. Just by looking at the boy's clothes, she knew that his family must be very wealthy. How could this kind of work of collecting firewood be something that the fair-skinned boy in front of her could do? But the words came to her mouth and she swallowed them suddenly. She was too tired at this time, and she was extremely hungry. If no one helped her, she really didn't know if she could hold on until she could pull the firewood. Then sell it in the market.
She is old and will die, but the problem is that her grandson is only four years old this year. Without her care, will he starve to death at home?
The young man was quick with his hands and feet, but it didn¡¯t take much effort to pick up all the firewood and stack it neatly in the cart.
Those passers-by who came from behind would glance at the boy in surprise.
"Thank you, thank you very much."
The old woman thanked her repeatedly.
"You're welcome." The young man smiled and waved his hand.
After thanking her again and again, the white-haired old woman walked to the car, raised her handle, and walked slowly towards the gate of Xingyao City.
When I first started pulling, the cart was very heavy. After a few steps, I was breathing heavily again.
But then I felt a strong force coming from behind the car, and the young man's voice also sounded at the same time, "Old lady, we are going the same way, let me push you."
"Hey, thank you, thank you"
The old woman's moved voice was choked with sobs, and drops of murky tears slowly flowed down her old face, which was covered with traces of time.
"You are a good boy."
Grandma Shui's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. The young man was startled, and then he laughed.
The smile is bright and sunny!
The old woman is an ordinary person who has never practiced combat skills, so she has to take the firewood to the south of Xingyao City where ordinary people gather to sell firewood. There is a small market here, which is Fang Ji. Place to go.
There must be a pharmacy in this market that specializes in selling common medicinal materials.
So Fang Ji helped me along the wayThe cart arrived at the stall often occupied by the old woman, and then she waved goodbye.
The old woman waved her hands and let tears fall from the corners of her eyes.
Walking out of the street where there were stalls selling groceries, Fang Ji went straight to the door of a drug store. The drug store was not very big, and the door frame was old. There was a plaque with the three characters of Tongjitang hanging on it. The paint on the plaque had peeled off. Most of them, but the store owner wiped all the dust off them.
From the surface, it can be seen that this is an old pharmacy. Under normal circumstances, such an old pharmacy will have a better reputation and will have a full range of medicinal materials.
"Master, do you want to buy some medicinal materials?"
As soon as Fang Ji stepped into the threshold, a man with a hat on his head came up to him with a smile on his face.
"Yeah." Because there were many types of medicinal materials to buy today, Fang Ji was afraid that he would miss one or two, so he wrote down the names and quantities of the medicinal materials that needed to be purchased on a list. At this time, he put The list was handed to the clerk, "Can you help me check if there are any of these herbs in the drug store? Is the quantity sufficient?"
"Okay! Please sit down and I'll help you take a look."
After the clerk took the list and took a look at it, he immediately smiled because the list was filled with the names of the herbs, and the quantities behind each herb were also quite large.
He quickly ran to the medicine cabinet and started counting everything.
Fang Ji looked around the medicine assistant, then walked to the bench placed in the corner and sat down.
Just when the clerk was halfway through counting the herbs, two figures walked out of the back hall of the drug store.
Seeing the man in front of him, Fang Ji frowned.
"Huang Shen, I will give you three more days at most. If you still can't get three gold coins, don't blame me for being unkind!" The big man who walked out first had a long knife across his waist. He was tall and dark. There was a ferocious sneer on his face.
It turned out that this man was the villain who overturned the old woman's firewood cart on the road outside the city.
A middle-aged man with a half-foot-long beard came out from behind. He was thin and fair-skinned. He was the owner of the drug store. At this time, he was slightly bent towards the middle-aged man, his brows were knitted into a ball, and his face was full of expression. of melancholy.
"Did you hear what I said?" The middle-aged man with the knife glared!
Huang Shen nodded helplessly, "I will try my best to collect as many gold coins as possible for Uncle Bu."
"What's the best? You must, you must, otherwise, hehe!" A murderous aura instantly came out of the middle-aged man's body.
Huang Shen is just an ordinary weak doctor, how can he withstand this murderous aura that is as real as real?
Immediately, his face turned pale with fright and his legs were trembling.
Fang Ji was far away, but he was still sensitive to the faint murderous aura in the air. At this time, Granny Shui's voice whispered in his ears, "This man has carried no less than fifty lives on his body." !¡±
"Yeah." Fang Ji glanced at the middle-aged man again calmly.
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At this time, the clerk finally finished counting the medicinal materials on the list. Seeing that his shopkeeper was being harassed and he had a big list in his hand, he immediately deliberately raised his voice to help his shopkeeper, "Young Master, this is Our store has all the medicinal materials on the list, and the quantity is sufficient, totaling 3,110 silver coins."
As soon as the voice fell, the big man with the knife turned his eyes over.
Fang Ji slowly took out the money bag from his arms with his right hand, shook it gently, and seven gold coins fell into the palm of his left hand.
"Bring it here!"
However, before he could count four, he saw the evil man with the knife suddenly take a few steps forward, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he stretched out his broad palm towards the square halberd.
Asking for collection, asking for red tickets, asking for everything! ! !
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