Today, Song Liyun went to Boss Mu to deliver acorn jelly and specifically asked what the "Jinglao Tang" in Ruijin Town meant?
Boss Mu didn't have any strange reaction. He explained the matter of the Jinglao Hall in detail, and then said with a smile: "This is a matter of our Suijin Town. You and Xue Jun are not private households, but it has nothing to do with you."
Song Liyun looked a little unhappy and forced a smile: "Everyone has an age. This kind of good deeds can be done by everyone and cannot be distinguished by household registration."
During Boss Mu's story, Song Liyun learned more about the background of Ruijin Town and gained a deeper understanding.
The Suijin Town, which has experienced disaster, has no official government and no clan integrity.
Although the population is more than 200, most families are broken up.
Some elderly single people gathered together in one place, named Jinglao Tang.
I usually help mediate disputes in the town and preside over various major events, and get some supplies from them to live on.
These elderly people who have lost their family members and are unable to work are living a very hard life.
Not only do they have to endure the pain in their hearts, they also have to survive.
There was someone Song Liyun knew in the Jinglao Hall, the old man Zhang who had lost one of his hands.
When Jin Sanchong came to steal things, he used Jinglaotang as an excuse.
He said that the Song family was "unkind" in not sending donations to the Jinglao Hall, and that he "could not stand it" and wanted to do justice for God.
Although this is Jin Sanzhong's excuse, it also reflects some of the real thoughts of the residents of Ruijin Town.
At first, the Song brothers and sisters joined the military household and not only divided the land, but also occupied the best house in the town.
Although it was a haunted house that the town's residents had no choice about, it was also the best in the town.
The Song brothers and sisters lived in the haunted house and survived. They also sold acorn tofu every day. They made a profit every day and could buy food and other things freely.
Later, Xue Zhuang joined the military household again, lived in the town and opened a food stall. Now there is a card table, and people come and go every day, making it the most lively place in the town.
These two families are outsiders, but they live a happy life, which is quite a stimulation to the aborigines in the town.
Ruijin Town used to be a farm, but after more than ten years of ups and downs, the people who still stay in Ruijin Town are no longer the simple farmers they were a few decades ago. There is no guarantee that no one is secretly behind the scenes.
In the blink of an eye, night falls again.
Hei Jin opened the door and slipped in. He pointed outside to Song Liyun and yelled "hehe".
Song Liyun was putting the wine he had received from Xue Zhuang into a bottle and nodded: "How many are here?"
Heijin thought for a moment and stretched out a finger.
Here comes one!
Outside Baolinju, Han Dasha came before dark and knelt at the spot where he met the "immortal" last night.
It didn't snow tonight, but it was cold enough on the ground. He had been kneeling upright for almost half an hour, his face was blue and black from the cold, and his whole body was shaking.
This is a test for yourself by the Great Immortal, you must persevere.
Just when he was already a little desperate, the courtyard door of Baolin Residence suddenly opened. Song Liyun stood at the door holding an oil lamp and raised his voice:
"Hey! Who is that over there? Is it Dasha Han?"
Han Ming's ears twitched and his face tightened, he finally waited.
Others are afraid of "evil ghosts", but he is not.
If they were really evil, the Song family as slaves of the "Great Immortal" would definitely not live such a prosperous life.
Moreover, he has now personally experienced that the "evil ghost" did not kill people randomly, and he won the bet.
As long as he can be a slave to the "Great Immortal", he can also live in a big house and have no worries about food and clothing.
Looking up, I saw a girl's smiling face in the orange light.
Han Ming was sure that the girl from the Song family was here!
Song Liyun walked slowly over with a lantern, stood in front of Han Ming, and said with a smile: "The Immortal asked me to pick you up!"
Han Ming was a little nervous at first, but he was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, okay, thank you girl."
He wanted to get up, but after kneeling for a long time, he knelt down again as soon as he raised his legs.
Song Liyun seemed to know that he couldn't get up from his knees for a long time, so he stretched out his hand and handed over a wooden stick: "Use the wooden stick to prop him up!"
Han Ming waved his hands repeatedly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
After several attempts, he finally stood up and limped into the courtyard gate.
A stranger came today, and Song Zhenping also came out to receive him.
Han Ming is a middle-aged man, tall and strong, with a huge scar on his face, which looks scary from the left side of his face to the right side.
Song Zhenping looked at it but had no reaction.
There were quite a few people in Broken Gold Town with scars, and he was already used to it.
When I saw this man walking hobblingly and having trouble with his legs and feet, I immediately felt sympathy for him.
My sister said that the family was going to take in a hungry man, and it turned out that he was a disabled person with such a severe limp.
There was ready-made acorn tofu in the kitchen. Song Zhenping had just stewed it in a small pot with oil and salt, and also heated up two multigrain cakes with sugar, all of which were brought to Han Ming.
Song Zhenping said very politely: "Uncle Han, you're welcome, just treat it as your own and eat whatever you want. These are all prepared for you."
The first meal upon entering was such a sumptuous dinner. Han Ming rubbed his legs and was so excited that he almost cried.
I eat a lot, but the money I earn is not enough to buy food. There is nothing to eat in the house I live in. I have to cry and run away when the rats come, so I decided to follow the Daxian.
Seeing that the Song brothers and sisters were all easy to get along with, Han Ming was secretly pleased that he had made such a decision immediately.
Before Han Ming could finish his excitement, Song Liyun brought him another small bowl of wine: "You've caught a cold today, drink some wine to warm yourself up first."
Without having to pick it up, the aroma of the wine wafted out, making Han Ming swallow his saliva.
He simply couldn't express the complicated feelings he felt at this moment: he was cold and hungry outside, but in the haunted house that everyone was afraid of, he could eat and drink well just after he came in.
Song Zhenping had just been drunk, and now he felt like vomiting when he smelled the alcohol.
He pinched his nose and stared blankly at the wine that his second sister took out: No one in the family drank it before, and they never bought it. Where did Yun'er get it from?
Did he take something from the treasure bag again?
Didn’t I say before that I should try not to touch the things inside casually?
Han Ming was really hungry. He ate up a bowl of acorn jelly, three sugar-filled grain cakes, drank wine, and finished Xiao An and Hei Jin's midnight snack.
Among them is Kurogane’s favorite stewed potatoes.
If Song Liyun hadn't asked Heijin to accompany Xiao An in the side courtyard, Han Ming would have been torn open on the spot.
After eating and drinking, he got down to business. Han Ming briefly told Song Zhenping the purpose of his visit.
Song Zhenping was dumbfounded when he heard this. He felt that the smell of alcohol had not dissipated from the day, and his head was buzzing: "Yun'er, what did you hear him say? He, he wants to be our slave, slave!"
Song Liyun said nothing and only looked at Han Ming.
Han Ming rubbed his belly, burped and shook his head: "Brother Song, I am not a slave for you, but for that one!"
He raised his chin, made a "you know" look, and said, "That's the one."
Song Zhenping looked confused. He also imitated Han Ming and shook his head, and then asked belatedly: "What does this mean?"
Han Ming lowered his voice and said: "Of course it's the Great Immortal! From now on, I can serve the Great Immortal just like you."
Song Zhenping was suddenly stunned: Are he working as a slave to a great immortal?