This man was chattering endlessly behind Song Qinghuan, which was really annoying.
Song Qinghuan paused and turned around. He was so frightened that the folding fan in Chen's hands shook off.
She said: "Are you idle with nothing to do? If you are really fine, why don't you keep an eye on me in the south of the city? Jingyu and you are very good brothers, and his sisters can also be considered your sisters."
Chen Er panicked and grasped the folding fan in his hand steadily, and touched the tip of his nose with a smile: "Hey, Sister Song is so outrageous when she says this. I am even afraid of you, let alone those beggars who are unreasonable and only talk about violence."
Son."
Fu murmured again: "I would like to treat Jing Yu's sisters as my own sisters, but I don't have the ability."
Song Qinghuan glared at him angrily and cursed: "Trash."
After thinking about it for a while, I realized that what Chen Er said was right. It is said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and poor waters.
Kyoto is not a poor place, but there are still many poor people. Now it seems that there is a snow disaster. Those people who are desperate are the most cowardly and can do anything.
Song Qinghuan originally wanted to go back to the inner hall, but at this moment he stopped and called Tuxue: "Let someone prepare the car, let's go to the south of the city."
After a pause, he added: "Let's see if we can free up some people in the shop. I'm afraid the south side of the city needs help."
Texue responded and turned around. Song Qinghuan turned his attention to Chen Er again.
Grinning, Chen Er was so frightened that he took two steps back: "Sister Song, what are you..."
Song Qinghuan said: "I think you have nothing to do, so you might as well go to the south of the city with me. Although you have to pay a down payment, I'm afraid you can help pass something or something."
There are a lot of poor people in the south of the city. These people have never read books, don't understand the truth, and are extremely slovenly.
Chen Er opened his mouth and refused: "Sister Song, I am wearing thin clothes today, otherwise, I will go with you tomorrow, tomorrow."
Song Qinghuan laughed: "It doesn't matter. Although I, as a doctor, am only half a bucket of water, I am still half a bucket of water. If you are frozen or broken today, I am still there."
"Just take a dose of medicine to ensure that the disease is cured."
Chen Er was even more frightened. The corner of his mouth twitched and he laughed dryly: "That's not necessary. Sister Song is a sweet-tempered person. If good medicine is confused with poison, I, haha..."
Despite all his reluctance, Chen Er followed Song Qinghuan to the south of the city.
There were only two carriages in the Dinzhuang Pavilion. Song Qinghuan took one, and the other was occupied by several shop assistants. The rest who could not fit were thrown into Chen Er's carriage.
Chen Ersheng huddled in the corner of the carriage helplessly. He raised the curtain more than once and shouted: "Sister Song, can't you just let me ride with you? I'm really desperate..."
Song Qinghuan teased Chen Er a lot, and now he felt much better. He said lightly: "Can't..."
There was thick snow on the road, and the road to the south of the city became more difficult to walk. Sometimes the carriage got stuck and had to get down and push it.
There are indeed many ruined temples in the south area of the city. Although these ruined temples are ruined, they can still accommodate many homeless beggars.
When Song Qinghuan arrived with his people, the Song family was cooking the twelfth pot of porridge with the Zhang family from Chengen's Mansion next door.
Once this pot of porridge is finished, the group can return home.
Xiaoyun and Song Qingyan were both dressed thickly, but their hands and feet were still numb from the cold. They sat down in the carriage to warm up, and Song Qinghuan came.
When Song Qingyan heard the sound, she lifted the curtain to take a look. When she saw it was the carriage from the Dianzhuang Pavilion, she immediately laughed: "Why is sister here?"
Several guys from the makeup pavilion came forward to replace Chang Sui, the young boy who had been busy all day.
Song Qinghuan got off the carriage, and Chen Er followed behind, smelling the smell on his body with a look of disgust.
She smiled: "This young master of the Chen family doesn't know the sufferings of the world. He said he wanted to experience it, so I brought him here as a favor."
Song Qingyan knew Chen Er. It turned out that when Song Youyu was fooling around with him, she also hated this person very much. Later, Song Youyu went to Liaodong and had contact with Chen Er several times, and found that this person was not so annoying anymore.
At that moment, he also laughed: "Brother Chen, you are really thoughtful, so I won't have to come tomorrow."
Chen Er was even more hopeless.
They came with Song Qinghuan. There were not as many people as there were during the day, so it was impossible to replace them all at once.
Texue had nothing to do, so he took Chen Er with him to help.
Song Qinghuan got into the Song family's carriage and asked, "Nothing happened."
Xiao Yun shook his head and punched his legs and feet with one hand: "It's no big deal."
Song Qinghuan raised his eyebrows.
Song Qingyan said: "When we were serving porridge at noon, someone did make trouble and almost spilled all the porridge. Someone came out from the Chenhuang Temple later. After some persuasion, there was no more trouble in the next court."
Song Qinghuan nodded, thought for a while and then said: "I think my mother and sister won't be coming out tomorrow. Send all the men in the house out."
"These people will do anything to survive. I wouldn't be afraid if they were all men."
Her eyes darkened, and she added: "If there is more trouble, we will not send troops to the south of the city."
Xiao Yunshi deserved to say: "Okay."
He added: "The Zhang family said the same thing."
Two brothers came from the Zhang family. They originally belonged to different factions, but later they discovered that someone had gone to this house to get porridge, and not long after, they went to that house to get porridge. Once the two families were together, they simply worked together to make porridge.
Not long after Song Qinghuan sat on the carriage, the porridge was already out of the pot. He shouted loudly, and people came out from all over the place to queue up for the porridge.
Song Qinghuan went to see it once and felt relieved when he saw that it was all thick porridge.
Seeing that it was getting late, he said to Xiaoyun, "Let's go back first. It's snowing and the road is not easy to walk. It's still bright now, so it might be dark by the time we get home."
Xiaoyun was busy in the past, and she would sit in the mansion and give orders. Today, after working hard all day in the cold weather, she was already exhausted, so she nodded in response after hearing the words.
Song Qinghuan called Ta Xue Lai and gave some explanations before following the Song family's carriage back.
There was still some distance to go from the south of the city to Song's house in Jinyu Lane. The snow on the road was thick, so we couldn't walk fast.
Xiaoyun and Song Qingyan were very tired, and soon they fell asleep leaning against the car wall.
Song Qinghuan was also tired, but although her eyes were closed, her mind was still awake.
The carriage was swaying, mixed with the sound of Liu Ping's horse riding from time to time, and the rest was the sound of strong wind and heavy snow.
Suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound, followed by screams.
All three people in the carriage were awakened. Song Qingyan immediately opened the curtain and muttered: "What happened.
