Chapter six hundred and ninth small yellow croaker
Yangzhou, Jiannang Town.
The sun that was approaching noon was scorching the entire land, and all living things succumbed to it. The town also hibernated, and there was peace.
Until it was broken by crying.
In the inn, the people in the town looked at the couple's doubles with smiles.
Beating children is quite common in the town.
All the people here adhere to the principle of "just give him a beating", and the little fat man snatching people's things and buying and selling by force is too offensive, so no one goes up to dissuade him.
Baozi even felt that the couple's beating was too light. His old man beat him while hanging from a tree.
The martial arts masters brought by this man named Mo did not help. The martial arts master who had just emerged now still had blood marks on his face.
The slave who was carrying the little fat man on his back wanted to stop him, but he was a little timid and did not dare to step forward with his hands raised, for fear of offending his master and causing death.
Finally, Aunt Ma came in and stopped her.
She was carrying a bowl of rice with crispy golden yellow croakers on top. As soon as she came in, Yu Sheng, who was watching the excitement nearby, stared at her, licked his lips, and swallowed.
Aunt Ma put down the bowl and stepped forward to stop the couple named Mo. "Hey, don't hit the child." She reached out and took the little fat boy away from the couple.
She glanced at the little fat man and said, "He looks so cute. What if he gets broken?"
"Yeah, yeah", the little fat man nodded in agreement while wiping his tears.
The couple surnamed Mo gasped, looked at each other and then the old woman said: "You don't know, this kid should be beaten, otherwise he will not have a long memory and will be ignorant."
Aunt Ma frowned, "That's wrong. His long memory and being sensible have nothing to do with beating him. Even if you beat him, you won't have long memory."
"Yeah, yeah", the little fat man nodded again in agreement.
"What, you don't have a long memory?" The man surnamed Mo rolled up his sleeves, and the frightened little fat man hurriedly shrank behind Aunt Ma.
"Don't scare the child, your approach is wrong." Aunt Ma lowered her head and glanced at the little fat man, "Hitting won't solve the problem. Just starve him for a few meals. It will save effort and be useful."
"Ah?" The couple surnamed Mo were startled, and Xiaopang poked his head out from behind Aunt Ma, "No, you'd better give me a good beating."
Depriving the little fat man of food would be worse than killing him.
"This method is very effective. Look at my kid. He played all day long and was hungry for several meals. Now he has hard-earned food and follows other children to collect fish." Aunt Ma said to her grandson.
Pulling him over, he taught me by words and deeds, and handed the rice, which was placed on the table with Yu Sheng's face almost close to his face, to his grandson.
"Eat quickly, this is a reward for you." Aunt Ma touched her grandson's head and took the small basket he was carrying.
Considering the grandson's size, there weren't many fish inside, but Aunt Ma was already very satisfied.
The little grandson who took over the job was not in a hurry to eat. He pointed at the little fat man and said, "He pushed me down when he grabbed the gourd, but he paid for it."
"What, pushed you down?" Aunt Ma, who was protecting the shortcomings, changed her expression. She pushed the little fat man in front of her and said to Mr. and Mrs. Mo: "Keep beating. Beating is sometimes more effective than starving."
The little fat man looked at Aunt Ma in astonishment, wondering why this aunt could turn her face faster than flipping through a book.
The old lady pulled the little fat man over and said, "No fight, no fight. He grabbed things and pushed people. We have just taught him a lesson."
Aunt Ma said "Oh", the little fat man was beaten badly enough just now, so she didn't pursue the matter any further.
She turned around and was about to let her grandson eat when she saw Yu Sheng staring at the rice covered with little yellow croaker.
"Go, go." Aunt Ma drove him away, "This is not for you to eat."
Aunt Ma had no choice but to bring the food here. It's hot everywhere now, and she'll sweat after staying there for a while. Only the inn is cool.
Many villagers brought their meals and ate them in the inn. They also spread bamboo mats in the shade in front of the inn to cool off in the coolness of the inn.
Yu Sheng left reluctantly and said aggrievedly: "Aunt Ma, you definitely did it on purpose. I didn't want you to be so seductive."
"Okay, it's Aunt Ma's fault. I'll pick some Chinese toon vegetables for you later." Aunt Ma said with a smile. She often stole Chinese toon from her house when she was little.
"Chun Cai?" Yu Sheng patted his forehead and said suddenly, "This damn weather makes me forget that it is spring now."
The New Year has just passed, and it should be early spring now.
However, under the torment of the two-headed and three-legged crows in the sky, Dahuang directly entered the hot weather that is usually only seen in summer.
Thanks to the fact that it is early spring now, if it were to be the usual summer season, it would probably be life-threateningly hot for the rest of my life.
Although it's hot now, it's still bearable.
Although the plants and trees are vying to germinate under this temperature, they cannot become towering trees overnight and must be taken slowly.
There is a row of Chinese chrysanthemum trees growing behind Aunt Ma's house, and now the first chrysanthemum buds have just sprouted.
Hearing this, Yu Sheng immediately forgot about the little yellow croaker and said, "No, I won't bother Aunt Ma on a hot day. I'll take people to pick them later."
For the rest of his life, he has always loved Chinese buds, especially those planted on his head. Whether he likes to pinch the buds, stir-fry meat, scrambled eggs or mix them with sesame oil, it can arouse his greed.
The villagers sitting nearby heard this and also said hello to Aunt Ma one after another to pick chun buds.
Finally, Li Zheng stopped them, "Okay, okay, the buds are wasted in your hands, it's better to let the little fish pick them."
The first crop of toon buds are plump and tender, with a strong fragrance and high quality. Li Zheng feels that they will not be buried in the hands of Yu Sheng.
"When Yu Sheng makes it, we can just give it a try." Li Zheng turned around and said to Yu Sheng.
"As long as you don't compete with me, I'll let everyone have a try when the time comes." Yu Sheng said.
There were a lot of wild toon trees, and he had harvested the first crop of toon buds, which was enough for him to enjoy several meals. The only thing that worried him was whether the hot sun would change the taste of the toon buds.
"I want to eat too, I want to eat too." Seeing everyone's high expectations, the delicious little fat man shouted, leaving his sadness behind.
Yu Sheng glanced at him and said, "You have also seen that these buds are very precious. When the time comes..."
"My family is not short of money!" the couple named Mo said together with the little fat man.
"Hey", Yu Sheng now knows from whom he learned the fat and annoying mantra of "nothing short of money" from the little fat guy.
"After a good beating, I'm thirsty and tired. The shopkeeper, please bring me another jar of wine." The man sat down and asked for a jar of wine. Sure enough, he was not short of money.
"Where's my porridge?" the middle-aged lady also urged. She still remembered that Yu Sheng said that porridge has the effect of nourishing the skin.
The little fat man looked around and sat on the stool. The young man pretended to be mature and said, "Hey, I'm hungry after a beating. Shopkeeper, please bring out all the specialty dishes of your inn."
"Then you have to make it clear in advance, the price..."
Yu Sheng put down the wine jar and was about to remind him, "It's not bad money!" A family of three interrupted him.
This family has never been stingy when it comes to food and drink.
As long as there was no shortage of money, everything would be easy to handle. Yu Sheng turned to the kitchen and never forgot to tell Ye Zigao, "Count the cups carefully and add the broken jar when the time comes."
Ye Zigao agreed, but when he saw Yu Sheng coming back to the door of the kitchen, he asked in a low voice: "How long have you been to Demon City?"
"I didn't come back from the canyon. I followed Little Wolf Lord and Feng Li directly to the Demon City."
Yu Sheng nodded. He was a little worried but was happy. An Fang thought it would be more bad than good, but he was happy that this person was infatuated so that he wouldn't be able to think about it when the time came.
"It's not that big of a deal." Ye Zi waved his hand high and asked Yu Sheng concernedly, "It's not that big of a deal, right?"
"Who knows? You can ride a black girl to the Demon City at night."
"This, this is not good." Ye Zigao said shyly, obviously only listening to "ride at night".