"Boss, I beg you, please give me a bowl of porridge on credit!"
"Oh, I told you no, how can I still do business with you acting like this?"
The owner of the porridge shop on the corner wrapped his jacket tightly and glanced helplessly at Mo Zhongqian who looked anxious...
In fact, a bowl of porridge doesn't mean much... But you really can't open this hole. Otherwise, if you give it to the boy who wants to save his eldest brother today, what if someone wants to save his parents tomorrow? And save his brothers, sisters, and uncles. Where's your aunt's?
How can so many people manage life in this world? The survival rules of little people are simple and direct.
"Boss, I really have no choice. How about I work for you to pay off your debts? I can even serve you tea and water! My eldest brother was seriously injured and hasn't eaten for a day... If he continues like this, he will I can’t hold it any longer…”
Mo Zhongqian really had no choice. His Royal Highness, who had no life experience, could not get any money at all. Sitting on the street corner with a straight face, no one would come to give alms...Mo Zhongqian took the initiative and came to this house. Porridge shop, but I’m not looking for anything good...
"Hey, I said you don't understand, or something? I said I won't give it, and I won't give it."
While the shopkeeper was yelling at Mo Zhongqian, he opened the lid of the large pot and scooped out several bowls of porridge to dry.
Drinking a sip of hot porridge in the winter is really satisfying, but it still needs to be aired, otherwise the hot porridge just out of the pot will burn your mouth.
Mo Zhongqian looked at the shopkeeper who seemed to have no intention of giving him any charity, and he was thinking in his heart whether he could win some sympathy if he knelt down for him now.
In the end, Mo Zhongqian gave up the idea... On the one hand, the dignity of the third prince still did not allow it after all... On the other hand, Mo Zhongqian estimated that even if he smashed his head here, he would not get half a bite.
In the end, His Royal Highness chose another last resort.
Wrapping his palms with the rags he was wearing, he picked up a bowl of hot porridge and ran away.
Even though I just received a beating yesterday, I ran like an athlete today...
In an instant, he had fled to the other side of the street.
"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely pay you back in the future~"
Mo Zhongqian didn't know whether he shouted this to stabilize his boss or to ease his own heart...
"Hey, you little bastard! What the hell..."
The boss picked up the big ladle for ladling porridge and was about to chase him out, but he felt someone holding his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw a young man in white clothes with long hair and a free and easy appearance looking at him with a smile.
"Boss, there's no need to chase them. I've paid out their money."
Han Feng was a celebrity who resisted Taichu Dao and Moro Mosha. He was quite famous in Yunchen... The shop owner immediately recognized Han Feng and was embarrassed and flustered:
"Oh my god...Mr. Han, you actually eat in person...ah, no, you actually drink porridge in person..."
Han Feng was speechless and laughed:
"Boss, what you said means I have to hire someone to help me eat?"
"No, no," the shop owner immediately waved his hands, pointing in the direction where Mo Zhongqian was leaving and said to Han Feng, "You don't know, these stinky beggars think they are the most pitiful in the world when they don't work every day, but they are actually just a bunch of tired people. Lazy idiots...you really don’t need to sympathize with them~"
"Ha, I have some relationship with that kid, so I must pay this money for him."
Han Feng took the porridge handed over by the boss, blew it gently, and took a sip.
I have to admit that this boss is really good at setting up a stall to sell porridge. A bowl of hot porridge is warm, fragrant and soft, exuding a sweet rice flavor.
The only thing... it's a bit hot.
The porridge shop owner rubbed his hands as he listened:
"Hey, what are you talking about? You come to eat just to make the shop shine. Besides, it's the Chinese New Year. Why do we need to collect money from you?"
Han Feng smiled slightly and drank the porridge without commenting.
On the other side of the street, Mo Zhongqian was hurrying by with a bowl of porridge.
At the end of the year, the entire cloud dust is decorated in thick red.
Some children like to go out and set off firecrackers, while others like to go out and show others their new clothes.
Mo Zhongqian was also very happy. After grabbing this bowl of porridge, Brother Su could finally eat something.
Ever since he was hit in the back of the head with a stone by some dead kid yesterday, Brother Su has been in poor condition and can only lie on the street corner and cough quietly...
Now that he has a bowl of porridge, it can always soothe his belly.
Mo Zhongqian thought this, feeling a little happy in his heart. He looked back and saw that the tough boss hadn't caught up with him either.
Humph, you are unscrupulous profiteers who have no good intentions. When this prince returns to the palace and gains power... I will arrest you and let you watch your family's money being spent every day until it is all spent... ...Mo Zhongqian couldn't help but think of it maliciously.
Thinking about it this way, my hands don't feel so hot anymore.
Han Feng felt like the hot porridge was a bit scalding when he drank it... Mo Zhongqian hugged him all the way. If nothing else, at least the third prince had really made great progress in terms of endurance during this period.
Thinking this happily, Mo Zhongqian returned to the alley outside Yunxiao Alley.
A bowl of porridge for two people, this year is not too bad~
However……
Stepping into the alley, Mo Zhongqian felt something strange and indescribable...
There were no beggars who usually gathered in twos and threes in the alleys. Even Brother Su was missing. Obviously something must have happened...
Mo Zhongqian sensed something was wrong and wanted to exit the alley. Just as he turned around, he already spotted three burly men in black robes standing at the entrance of the alley.
"Found...the prince of Li Kingdom!"
The leader had a fanatical look on his face, and his eyes shone after seeing Mo Zhongqian, obviously very excited.
Mo Zhongqian held the porridge bowl and looked around, only to find that the other end of the alley was also blocked by two men in black robes...
Obviously, this group of people came prepared.
"Who are you!?"
Mo Zhongqian asked in a dignified and arrogant voice.
I have been living on the streets for so long that I have almost forgotten my identity... I am a prince!
"We are the ones who want to harm you, His Highness. You two, come here and take His Highness away~"
The man in black robe who spoke in the middle gave instructions to his two subordinates on the left and right. The two subordinates nodded quickly and walked towards Mo Zhongqian.
Mo Zhongqian backed away with the bowl in hand, thinking about how to escape...
Suddenly, sword energy flew through the air, and two black-robed guards jumped out over the street wall, fighting the warriors who were walking toward Mo Zhongqian, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Your Highness, please leave quickly! If the Xuanjian Division asks Han Feng to take charge... Yun Chen is the only one who can protect you now!"
"Horse Guard!"
Mo Zhongqian screamed in surprise, his voice full of surprise, and then turned around to run away.
The mysterious black-robed man blocking the other end of the alley was obviously not a good person. When he saw Mo Zhongqian running towards him, he pulled out the knife from his waist and slashed at Mo Zhongqian.
"Want to run? I'll take off one of your legs first!"
Mo Zhongqian originally relied on these people to dare not hurt him, so he wanted to escape with his life.
Who would have thought that today's evil people are so fierce, and they have to take off their legs with a knife...
In his eyes, the cold blade approached quickly...
Then, a thin figure appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold the blade, and turned his head to look at Mo Zhongqian...
"You brat, it's almost night and there's no one around. Do you want to scare me to death?"
Mo Zhongqian was stunned.
"Brother Su...are you really good at martial arts!?"