After waiting for a few seconds, when there was no response from inside, Hong Chen kicked the door open. When he walked in, he just put down Qin Hongyu and Xiao Baoer on his back, when several shouts suddenly rang out in the dark shed, and Hong Chen was confused.
I saw several people jumping out from the corner, using sticks and sticks to hit me, and I hit back casually, knocking them to the ground with a few ping pongs.
"Sorry, I thought there was no one here. I just wanted to come in and sit for a while." Hong Chen didn't strike too hard. He just wanted these people not to hurt Qin Hongyu and Xiao Baoer, so he hurriedly explained, "I'm rich.
Just take this sister-in-law and her baby to stay for one night."
At this time, someone got up from the ground and asked: "How much do you give me?"
Hong Chen touched his arms, took out two pieces of broken silver and said, "Two ingots of broken silver, is that enough?" In fact, he knew in his heart that this shed was the cheapest place to live in Tianjing, and the rent cost almost ten cents a day.
But it is also a big expense for the refugees. Giving more money is also intended to make amends and provide relief.
Someone else lit a lamp with a sickle. The wick was very short and there was very little oil, which illuminated the shed dimly. Only then did Hong Chen see clearly that the people in the shed were only three and a half-year-old children, even younger than himself.
He was several years old, all dressed in tatters, and his hair and face were slovenly. So he asked: "Are you two together? Who should I give this money to?"
The child who spoke first was also the shortest of the three. He had a short and square face, thick eyebrows and small eyes. He looked like he was not afraid of strangers. He pointed to the tall child who had never spoken and said, "He is
Boss, just give it to him."
Hong Chen went to the tall boy and gave him the money: "Here you go."
The tall kid didn't answer, but asked warily: "Who are you? Why are you coming to our house so late at night?"
Hong Chen was thinking of an explanation when the child who had just lit the lamp suddenly said: "Don't worry, we can just take it if we have money. This money is enough for us to buy knives!"
The tall boy seemed to think what he said made sense, so he stopped questioning Hong Chen. He stepped forward and grabbed the money in his hand, then took two steps back and said, "I will allow you to stay here for one night and leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning.
"
"Thank you."
Hong Chen cupped his hands and turned around to help Qin Hongyu and Xiao Baoer rest.
There was no bed in the shed, and the only furniture was a table with a lamp on it. There were only a few straw mats spread on the ground, which was barely enough to provide shelter from the wind, rain, and cold. But Qin Hongyu had been in a state of despair since she came down from the back mountain.
Little Baoer cried halfway and was tired of crying. No one cared about the environment and fell asleep quickly.
Seeing that the two of them were sleeping, Hong Chen looked at the three children again and asked, "Are you brothers?"
The short boy with a square face replied: "That's my eldest brother, that's my second brother, and I'm the third."
Hong Chen saw that the three of them had no similarities in appearance. The third child was extremely ugly. Although the eldest child was a child, he had a heroic temperament. The second child had delicate features and was pretty. He thought they were not brothers, so he asked again: "Your family
Where are you adults? What are your names?"
"There are no adults in our family." The third child said, "My name is..."
The boss interrupted: "Third brother, don't talk so much when meeting people." The second boss also said: "That's right, who knows what this person does? He is cleanly dressed, and he doesn't look like he is running away from home.
Mahakala came to us with a woman and a child. He was afraid that he would steal someone else's wife and be chased and beaten." The third child said, "But I think his martial arts is very powerful. We have learned kung fu and have never been beaten.
he."
Hong Chen saw that the eldest and second child were all on guard, but only the third child was willing to get close to him, so he looked at him and said, "The kung fu I just used is called Lang Fang Fist. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."
The third child said happily: "Wow, wow!"
The eldest and second eldest son were also instantly moved, but they were still on guard against Hong Chen. The second eldest brother said, "Brother, I wonder what sect you are a master of? What's your surname?" Hong Chen said, "I have no sect, no sect.
Call me black tea." The second child added, "Then you work for the imperial court? Are you a soldier or an official?" Hong Chen shook his head: "I have nothing to do with the imperial court."
Old Dao Dao: "People in the martial arts world regard martial arts as a secret that they do not teach. If you are willing to teach others casually, you are clearly deceiving us."
Hong Chen said: "I just have an eye for your third brother, and I want to teach him some self-defense skills. I just heard that you want to buy a knife. I don't know what you want to do, but anything with a knife is always dangerous.
"
The third child said excitedly: "My two brothers and I want to become bandits! If we buy a knife, we can join the gang!"
The eldest brother shouted: "Third brother, what are you talking about? Be careful that this person will report us to the officials and arrest us!" The second brother said: "Don't listen to our third brother's nonsense. We buy knives because we want to learn how to kill pigs and chickens. We can do it later.
Just open a meat stall and become a butcher selling meat."
Hong Chen frowned and said, "Yeah, there's nothing wrong with being a butcher. Why are you going to be a bandit? Bandits are all bad guys." The third child said, "What the fuck! That's not what I want to do.
That kind of little bandit, I want to be the best bandit in the world, so that those officers and soldiers who show off their power all day long to scare us will be afraid when they hear my name!"
Hong Chen thought to himself, it turns out that these three children have been thinking about getting knives and becoming bandits all day long. This is not a good thing. Now that they have encountered it, he should advise them to return from their lost ways: "Bandits kill people and set fire, and all they do are bad things.
, you are bad if you become bandits
People. We must be good people and not bad people. Making others fear you is not your skill, but making others like you and praise you is." Then he looked at the second child: "I listen to you, you sound like someone who has read a book, why not?
I want to be bandits with them."
Before the second child could answer, the third child yelled: "Can't you become a bandit if you have read a book? Don't you have read a lot of books today and do bad things in the same way? He is the big bad guy!" The second child hurried away.
Covering his mouth: "You can't tell nonsense and let others listen to it. This is a serious crime of beheading."
"Today is indeed a bad person." Hong Chen said, "But just because he did bad things doesn't mean you do bad things too. The world is big and full of wonders. I heard that some people even like to eat feces and go around performing for people to watch, and others will give them to them.
He rewarded me with money. Are you going to eat shit too?"
The third child was stunned and said: "The feces is so smelly, why does he eat it?"
Hong Chen said: "Who knows why he eats it?"
The boss said: "I don't think that person likes eating shit at all, but just wants to make money by eating shit in a show. The shit tastes bad, but the money smells good."
Hong Chen nodded: "I think so too. So you can't watch others doing bad things but live a good life, and then go do bad things yourself. What's the difference between that and imitating people who eat shit?"