Zhao Yan looked at Huang An and saw that he was definitely going. He picked up the two food boxes and said to him:
"I go with you."
After that, she said to her sister:
"Hurry up and make a fire to cook. Cook for a while and cut all the meat."
The little money fan looked a little embarrassed, nodded, smiled awkwardly at Huang An, and walked out quickly.
She was so embarrassed that after her junior brother came, she couldn't even drink hot tea. She felt extremely uncomfortable now.
Huang An stared at the little money fan's back, frowning.
What happened?
The little senior sister never cooks. Isn’t there food in this food box?
Why let the little money fan cook the food?
Moreover, when his senior sister talked about cutting meat, Huang An actually felt that there was determination in her tone.
What happened to the three masters?
He couldn't even afford meat anymore.
He focused his gaze on Senior Sister Zhao's face, which made Zhao Yan feel uncomfortable for a while.
Somehow, she just didn't want Huang An to see her embarrassment.
However, the meaning in Huang An's eyes was too strong.
He will definitely ask.
Sure enough, after the little money fan disappeared from the sight of the two of them, Huang Anwen asked.
"Senior sister, why don't you eat this?"
He pointed at the food box in Zhao Yan's hand. He had a keen sense of smell and could smell the aroma of meat in it.
Zhao Yan's pretty face became tangled and embarrassed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under Huang An's burning gaze, she lowered her head and sniffed.
He didn't answer, but changed the topic.
"Let's go see daddy."
After saying that, she walked quickly past Huang An and walked out of the house.
"Daddy, daddy may not see you."
She suddenly turned around and added.
There was a choking taste in his tone, which was a sign of grievance and grief!
There seemed to be the smell of senior sister in his nose, and Huang An suddenly realized that senior sister had lost a lot of weight.
Then I suddenly remembered that just now, the little senior sister always looked at the food box uncontrollably, and then quickly looked away.
Huang An looked around at the simple furnishings in the room, and then at the bed behind him.
That was where the two senior sisters slept. The bed was so small that it must have been difficult to even turn over.
There wasn't even a box for clothes, they were just piled in the straw under the bed.
Huang An was shocked and confused, his face looked much uglier, it was a feeling of heartache.
What happened to make the three masters fall into such despair?
Putting away the sad look on his face, Huang An forced himself to calm down and walked to the house on the other side.
Zhao Yan followed behind, looking miserable and his eyes already red.
With a "bang" sound, the door opened.
The smell of alcohol hit his face, and Huang An subconsciously shrank back.
He had never liked drinking alcohol, and the smell of this low-quality wine was sour and sour.
Huang An squinted his eyes and walked towards the house.
The whole house smelled of alcohol and the sound of snoring was loud.
When he saw clearly the scene inside the house, he was stunned.
Under the square table that was soaked with wine, wine jars were scattered on the floor, and a gray-black figure lay among them.
The wine wet the floor, got stained with the dirt on the ground, and wrapped itself in the figure's clothes, face, and hair.
The exposed half of the face had a messy beard, and the wine was mixed with yellow mud, stained on the beard, and the human figure could still be barely recognized.
It's really embarrassing.
Tick tock, a drop of wine slipped from the table and dripped on the side of the man's face.
Huang An's pupils diverged.
This is actually the master!
"Daddy!"
There was a scream that made Huang Anxin's head tremble, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped.
Zhao Yan put down the food box in his hand and pounced on it like a baby bird.
He knelt on his knees, gently rocked Zhao Dun, who was sleeping soundly, and kept shouting.
She didn't expect that her father would be so drunk that he fell out of bed the whole morning.
At this moment, Zhao Yan felt that he could not hold on any longer.
Senior Sister Zhao's tears were like broken pearls, falling into Huang Anxin's field.
Huang An felt as if he was being corroded by drops of sulfuric acid, feeling as if he was suffocating.
How could it become like this?
"master!"
Huang An screamed and rushed forward.
The master didn't know how much he drank, and he didn't know how many days he was drunk. He let the two of them toss around and didn't wake up.
The sun was shining brightly outside. Regardless of the dirt and the sour smell, Huang An carried the master out of the house and placed it on the stone slab outside.
Under the sun, the master's face was pale, and his face and neck looked clean, but the smell on his body made Huang An's throat numb.
Under the soft sunlight, he could see more clearly.
Huang An felt uncomfortable and his eyes were already red.
Zhao Yan, like Huang An, was also covered in mud.
She has always been strong, but her tears never stopped after Huang An lifted the only remaining fig leaf for the three of them.
You can endure the pain by gritting your teeth, but when people close to you see it, the sadness and grievance will instantly turn into a flood that breaks the embankment and surges forward.
A little money fan with a face dyed like a tabby cat stood at the door of the kitchen with his lips pursed, watching the two people's actions, turned around, and cried silently.
She didn't dare to come over, so she could only watch her sister and junior brother from a distance.
Huang An didn't ask any more questions, and Zhao Yan didn't say much either.
The senior sister's mood is obviously not right. What Huang An needs to do now is not to inquire or enlighten.
He just needs to follow his senior sister, help her, and wait for her to calm down and speak out.
The two of them cleaned the house and took out all the good and bad wine jars.
Most of the wine jars were rotten and piled up at the back of the house.
There was a mountain of wine jars behind the house, leaving Huang An in silence for a long time.
How much wine did he drink? No wonder he was drunk and unconscious.
Zhao Yan stood for a while, seemed to remember something, and left Huang An's sight while wiping tears.
I don’t know how long it took, but even the master’s snoring disappeared.
Zhao Yan moved a large wooden bucket for bathing and put it into the house that had been cleaned but the wet mud on the ground was still wet.
He also took two wooden barrels for fetching water from the kitchen and placed them in the courtyard.
Huang An leaned against the door, watching Senior Sister Zhao's movements with dull eyes, wondering what was going on in his mind.
Senior Sister Zhao found a set of clean clothes from under the bed where the master slept, and folded them on a stool nearby.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On top of the clothes, there are two clean pieces of cloth cut from the clothes.
"Junior brother, can you help me?"
She walked out and looked at Huang An for help, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
The helpless eyes and desperate tone made Huang Anxin break.
"good!"
Huang An responded, with guilt in his eyes, and more importantly, distress.
Senior sister, how much grievance must have gone through to become the strange person she is now.
The senior sisters and brothers went out front and back, fetched water from a nearby well, and filled the large wooden bucket for bathing to about two-thirds of the way.
"Let me do it!"
Huang An took the initiative to speak out because he was afraid that his senior sister would be embarrassed.
Zhao Yan wanted to say something, to say thank you, but noticed that Huang An's eyes were also red, and he couldn't say anything to say thank you.
Tears welled up in his eyes and he was speechless, so he could only nod his head.
Huang An pretended not to see senior sister's collapse. He tugged on senior sister Zhao's sleeve and patted it gently.
Zhao Yan glanced at her father, turned around and closed the kitchen door to isolate herself from her sister.
Huang An looked at his master who had woken up at an unknown time and looked at his master with his eyes open. He wanted to ask more questions, but the words he spoke had another meaning.
"Master, my disciple will help you clean it up."
Zhao Dun's eyes were fascinated. He stretched out his hand, put it on Huang An's arm, and pushed it without pushing.
"Haha" he smiled, his hand seemed to have been separated from the bones, and it hit the ground.
He didn't stop Huang An's actions. He was so drunk that he thought it was an illusion.
Huang An breathed a sigh of relief and moved all the bathing utensils, including clothes, to the room where the master slept.
Finally, after thinking about it, he put the food box inside and closed the door.
Helping the drunken master, he stripped off all his clothes, and then carried him into a large wooden barrel that was cold to the bone.
The cold water poured over the master's chest, and the white buttocks disappeared from sight, and Huang An's embarrassment was slightly relieved.
Similarly, the grief in my heart was also affected by this weird scene and was relieved a lot.
On that day, after the master opened the door to martial arts for himself, he personally carried his naked self into the barrel.
Unexpectedly, he, a disciple, could serve his master in the same way today.
However, there is no hot water now, only bitter well water.
Firewood was too expensive and the two senior sisters were short of money, so the master had no choice but to take a cold shower.
The master is a warrior with advanced cultivation, so Huang An doesn't have to worry about him catching the cold.
Huang An bent down and went to get the rag towel used to clean his body.
Sudden.
"roll!"
A loud shout made Huang An tremble. He stood up and saw that the master had woken up.
He stared at himself with a pair of tiger eyes.
The hatred in his eyes was not concealed at all, as if he wanted to eat himself.
But Huang An could clearly see that it was just an act.
It was a naked master, an embarrassed elder, embarrassed and at a loss when facing the younger ones.
The appearance is harsh but the inner trouble is nothing more than this.
Huang An was not angry at all. He put two clean rags on the edge of the big wooden barrel, then pointed to the food box on the table and a change of clean clothes.
"Master, there is food! The clothes are also ready."
"Go away, I don't want to see you!"
Zhao Dun waved his hand and held back these dry words for a long time.
After that, his eyes lost sight, and he put on a determined expression of hopelessness.
His heart seemed to be dead.
Huang An has experienced this state before. He is familiar with it and knows how to restore his master's fighting spirit.
However, this requires time and means.
"Then I'll go out first!"
Huang An ignored it. He washed his hands in the small wooden bucket used to change water next to the big wooden bucket, then turned around and walked to the kitchen.
Zhao Dun deliberately wanted to drive Huang An away so that he would never come back.
But how can I have any prestige in my current state?
Moreover, his two daughters cannot always suffer with him.
Huang An, the disciple he loved and hated, saw Huang An in his most embarrassed state, and Zhao Dun's heart, which had been tense, suddenly seemed to open a hole.
He suddenly lowered his head, rested his forehead on the edge of the barrel, and then remained motionless.
Thinking about how carefree he lived in the first half of his life. Although he was suffering and tired, he was still prosperous in the end.
That day when I left Feng'an City and went to Youzhou, tens of thousands of people came out of the city to see him off. How majestic it was?
After arriving in Youzhou, dignitaries came to visit him one after another, and even those disciples he had accepted in Feng'an City did not hesitate to come to him from far away.
At that time, he was very high-spirited and always thought that he was a hero among men.
I always thought that with my own efforts, I could rebuild the family, restore the family inheritance, and perhaps find out the truth about the past.
The arrival of his aunt, Princess Qi, made him think that he was very close to his father's last wish.
Unfortunately, the subsequent blow came too quickly and too harshly.
He, Zhao Dun, didn't even know where his enemies came from, so he fell in the small city of Youzhou.
If his aunt hadn't pointed it out, he might have been kept in the dark now.
But even so, Zhao Dun, a loser, still didn't know why a big shot like the governor would attack him and ruin his last hope.
If he misses this opportunity, with his Iron Bone Realm cultivation, he will never be able to fulfill his father's last wish in this life.
The despair after his hope was dashed made him even more disheartened.
He dismissed all his disciples and soldiers, and gave them all his savings over the years.
Finally, he took his two daughters and the old man whom the disciple had entrusted to his two daughters, and moved out of the yard donated by the master of martial arts.
Zhao Dun deserves to be in such a miserable state.
Zhao Dun felt that he would be like this for the rest of his life, and his aunt was right, he was indeed a loser who couldn't be helped.