Early the next morning, Mrs. Liu dressed up and went out early.
At the same time, Guo Ting went to the entrance of Qingshan Academy and started waiting there.
As for Xia Zhaoyi, she slowly came downstairs just now.
Carrying a small baggage behind her, she went to the counter to pay the bill, and then left the inn completely.
There was a tailor shop not far from the street. She came out not long after going in. She changed into a boy's clothes, her hair was all tied up, and her eyebrows were drawn deliberately, with two eyebrows that were neither thick nor light, making her round and delicate face
A bit more heroic.
After coming out, Xia Zhaoyi walked out of the city. Yesterday, she was busy with the list at Qingque Pavilion, and she would be able to find it this afternoon.
She still needs to take two more orders, and with enough money, she can do enough things.
It was much easier to leave the city than to enter the city. There was no need to wait in too long queues, but there were quite a few people staring at her on the road. She turned back to meet their gazes, calm and confident. On the contrary, those who stared at her were a little embarrassed.
Of course, there are many who are bold and unscrupulous.
Xia Zhaoyi could tell which ones were curious glances and which ones were malicious glances almost at a glance.
No matter what world we live in, there will never be a shortage of human traffickers who are interested in children.
There was chaos outside the city, so she didn't take the official road and took the road leading to Fenghe County.
There were many sellers of grain, fruits and vegetables on the road. The road ahead was blocked and she couldn't pass. She didn't want to go up the mountain for the moment, so she simply sat down at an open-air wine shop not far away and ordered a pot of tea.
I still have half a day to spare, so it would be nice to take a casual look at the market.
Coincidentally, she glanced sideways and saw a few familiar people.
A middle-aged man was sitting at a table, eating noodles and making a loud sound.
Sitting next to him was a brother and sister, who only had two brown rice buns and half a bowl of water in front of them.
The girl did not move and looked at her brother from time to time.
There were a lot of bruises on the brother's face that had faded away. He didn't move the buns and sat there quietly.
These three people were sitting upside down together.
Xia Zhaoyi looked back.
After the middle-aged man finished eating, he put down the bowl in his hand and frowned when he saw that the two of them had not moved yet: "Why don't you eat? I'm waiting to catch you!"
"Call my sister a bowl of noodles," said the brother in a very soft voice, "she needs to eat something hot."
"Isn't it enough to have steamed buns?" the middle-aged man said angrily, "It's good to have some, but you dare to be picky with me?"
"Just call her a bowl of noodles," the elder brother lowered his head, "I know you won a lot in gambling yesterday, and our brothers and sisters have done so many things for you, so it's okay to call her a bowl of noodles."
"Pah!" the middle-aged man slapped on the table, "You can eat whatever the hell I give you! Come on, I'm going to do this and that!"
"Brother..." The girl pulled her brother, "It's okay."
"I beg you," the elder brother lowered his head, "It doesn't cost much to order a bowl of hot noodles. At worst, I won't be able to eat in the past few days."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man kicked up the long bench where his brother was sitting, and his brother's thin body also fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man stepped forward and kicked him: "You talk so much nonsense! Eat noodles, eat noodles, and I'll beat you to death!"
"Stop fighting!" The girl hurriedly stopped her.
The elder brother hugged his head and did not dare to cry out in pain on the ground.
The boss came over with his waiters. Seeing this, he hurriedly tried to persuade him, but he didn't dare to step forward and actually stop him.
The guests next to me also stayed away, as they couldn't be in the front row to watch the excitement.
"Stop fighting, sir, if you have something to say, please speak up," the clerk shouted from the side. "It's not an option to continue fighting like this."
The middle-aged man ignored him and continued to kick, not stopping the abuse on his lips.
The waiter shook his head helplessly and looked at the silent young man on the ground.
At this time, someone pulled my sleeve.
The waiter lowered his head and saw that it was a child who ordered a pot of tea.
"Tea money." The boy handed over a copper plate and said.
"Okay." The guy took it.
The child did not leave, but walked towards the middle-aged man and said, "Don't you have the plague? Why are you so powerful here?"
The middle-aged man paused and looked back at the child.
Seeing that it was a child, he felt relieved a little, but now he was in a high mood. He stretched out his hand and almost poked the child's nose, gasping and shouting: "Are you looking for death? Who are you cursing!"
The boy lying on the ground looked up at the child. The girl next to him was also a little uneasy.
The child raised his hand and placed something on his outstretched wrist.
The middle-aged man didn't react at all. He saw the wood on his wrist rapidly stretching, popping out other wooden blocks, and instantly cuffing his wrist, which was painfully tight.
"You!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, and then stretched out his other hand to grab her.
The child suddenly retreated to the table at the back. His agility was so surprising that the others were frightened and even took a few steps back.
"If you move one more step, your hand will be useless." The child said.
The wrist was so tight that sweat broke out from the middle-aged man's head. He held the wrist with his other hand and shouted, "What did you do!"
"I'm scaring you. It's actually okay if you take a few more steps." The child smiled.
"You!" The middle-aged man grabbed a tea cup and threw it at the side, but the child easily avoided it.
"This is porcelain, it costs money, it costs money!" the boss shouted distressedly.
The middle-aged man grabbed his hand and tried to remove the wood on his hand, but it was really uncomfortable.
"Give them a bowl of noodles." The child looked at the brother and sister over there.
The younger sister was supporting her elder brother when she was suddenly startled and looked at him.
The elder brother kept looking at the little boy, his eyes also blank, amazed by his skill just now, the pace was really too fast.
"Who the hell do you think you are!" the middle-aged man yelled.
"Then I'm pretty powerful," the kid said lightly, "I'm not a big shot, but at least I can cripple your arm if I want. If you don't want this arm anymore, go ahead and beat this boy.
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"you……"
"He seems to be really good." The boss said hurriedly to the middle-aged man.
"Yes, this piece of wood was transformed by just rubbing it." The waiter pointed at the middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man's face turned blue from the pain. He lowered his head and looked at the wood in his hand. His whole palm began to feel numb due to lack of blood circulation.
Biting his lip, the middle-aged man looked at the boss: "Give them a bowl of noodles."
But the child stretched out two fingers: "Two bowls."
"you!"
"Two bowls." The child repeated, expressionless.
This momentum makes the middle-aged man feel chest tightness for no reason.
He looked at the boss: "Two bowls of noodle soup, the cheapest one."
"The most expensive one, add some meat." The boy said.
"You!" The middle-aged man frowned angrily.
"Anyway, I didn't pay for it," the child said, looking at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was almost furious.
Then, the child walked towards the brother and sister, leaned over and whispered in his sister's ear.
The younger sister paused and looked at the child.
