No matter what, in front of the girl, a big man's family must not wear pants.

Therefore, Liu Wenyang hurriedly picked up the cotton pants burning on the firewood and beat them hard.

But the cotton pants themselves are flammable items. After slapping for a long time, they wiped out the huge flame.

But the cotton pants were already smoky and dark, and there was still a pungent smell of burnt smell.

"What should I do?" Looking at the dirty old cotton pants, Liu Wenyang couldn't help but be stunned.

But I can't care about that much at this moment. The little girl was still turning her head and blushing, and Liu Wenyang had to rush to wear the rescued dirty cotton pants on her body.

After a long time, the girl Bing'er, whose cheeks were red, turned her back to him and asked in a low voice: "Are you... okay?"

"Well, I was baking my pants just now, that wasn't intentional..." Although Liu Wenyang was very thick-skinned, his series of ugly things also made him feel a little hot. "But, what did you do suddenly come in?"

"I, you eat this..." Miss Bing'er hesitated for a moment, turned around, and handed over the rice bowl she had just held.

It turned out that Miss Bing'er had prepared food and thought that Liu Wenyang must be hungry here, so she brought a bowl over, but she never thought about the shameful scene just now.

At this moment, Liu Wenyang can be said to be full of integrity in front of Miss Bing'er, and there is no face at all.

However, someone was still a little moved when he saw that the little girl was so concerned about her food and clothing.

"Have you eaten this...?" Liu Wenyang asked.

"Yeah." Miss Bing'er nodded, the red color on her face had not faded.

"Then I'm thankful---" Liu Wenyang took the bowl of things, but saw that it was a big bowl of things, and he didn't know what it was, but it smelled fragrant.

But seeing that the girl Bing'er standing there and not leaving, he immediately became alert and asked with the bowl of rice, "Is this going to charge money?"

Miss Bing'er said in a very disgusting way: "Fifty...Wen!"

Damn, go and grab it!

Liu Wenyang said this in his heart and said, "It's not expensive, haha, after all, your price is much better than that black store!"

...

Liu Wenyang knows the rules very well and pays the money and delivers the goods in one hand.

However, when paying the money, it is inevitable to criticize the other party for being a little money fan. He charges for asking for directions and food for food. The charge is even more expensive than inns.

As for Miss Bing'er, she was a little bit shy when she asked for money, but she was quite quick when collecting money, and she did not feel guilty about "striking the bamboo quarrel".

This made someone sigh: The Yangtze River pushes the old waves, and the bamboo robbery of the generation is better than the bamboo robbery.

Before leaving, the girl Bing'er suddenly pointed to Liu Wenyang's pants, and didn't know what it meant, and then ran away without saying anything.

Official Liu, who was holding a big bowl and preparing to eat voraciously, couldn't help but be surprised. He felt that this little girl was too pretentious. Hadn't he put on his pants, what else would he blush?!

So he couldn't help but look down, but saw a big hole in his cotton pants!

A gust of wind blew.

The crotch is chilly.

This time, his integrity was broken all over the ground, and there was not even a waste of money left.

...

In the woodshed, the big bowl of food had already been eaten by Liu Wenyang.

To be honest, after eating for a long time, he didn't find anything that was all. He just thought it tasted very good, and it tasted very refreshing like mutton soaked buns. Unlike the bacon I ate before, he couldn't chew the tendons inside for a long time.

Of course, the reason why Liu Wenyang thought that the rice was delicious was also related to his hunger. As the saying goes, if you have been hungry for three days, the rotten steamed buns can become delicious.

After solving the belly problem, Liu Wenyang began to study his torn cotton pants again.

But when he saw him trying to insert one hand from the waistband of his pants, the hand magically stretched out from the big hole in the crotch of his cotton pants. However, with a "sting" sound, the hole that was already big enough was even more ragged.

Liu Wenyang looked at this thing and had a headache.

How can I wear such pants?!

Did you just cut off your legs and change them to the legendary "Qidan shorts"?!

But he soon gave up the idea.

It’s obvious that this is not something that people can wear, not to mention that it’s still winter now!

What to do, is there any other way?

Liu Wenyang picked up the clean sea bowl that he had licked, tried to clamp it into the hole below, and gestured. The size was quite appropriate, but... the texture was different!

Just when someone was worried, the wooden door opened and Miss Bing'er threw a pair of her pants over: "This is... daddy's... you wear it!"

Mr. Liu didn't believe that she would be so kind, and asked inertially: "How much does this cost?"

Miss Bing'er glanced at him with her big eyes: "No...money!"

"Ah, have you changed your temper?" Just as Liu Wenyang was surprised, Bing'er smiled and then turned away.

...

In that large building, seven pine oil lamps were shining dazzlingly, and the flames emitted from the wick kept swaying in the cold wind blowing from the crack of the door.

In the extremely bright room, Miss Bing'er took out hundreds of coins that had been "extorted" from someone, wrapped them in a hand towel, spread them on the bed, and then began to carefully count the coins one by one.

After counting, he bent down and took out a sealed earthen clay pot from the bed, opened the sealing lid on the tile cover, and then put the copper coins one by one into the clay pot that was almost filled with copper coins.

After doing all this, Miss Bing'er sealed the clay pot with a lid again and carefully stuffed it back under the bed. She seemed to feel a little worried, so she bent down and took some other debris, stuffed it under the bed, and covered the clay pot tightly.

"My mother... the money is almost enough. At that time... I can find a good doctor... to treat you." Miss Bing'er stood up and said, with a look of joy on her face.

On the bed, the old woman moaned, looked at her daughter, and a kind light appeared in her eyes that were deeply engulfed, and said, "What other doctor are you looking for? Bing'er, you would be fine. If you hadn't been making medicine and acupuncture for me from time to time for so many years, I would have gone to see your dead father."

After saying these words, the old woman took a breath and then continued, "Besides, I know the disease best. The root cause of the disease when I gave birth to you was coincidentally in the family, and I couldn't take it well. Now it's been a long time and I can't cure it anymore... But these few nights I often dream about your father, and he kept smiling at me in his dreams... Cough cough!" The old woman coughed, and a trace of blood appeared on her pale and dry face.

"I remember when I was a lady from a family, I was swinging in the yard. Your father accidentally entered the back garden because he was walking the wrong way. When he saw me, he was stunned... Later, he told me that he fell in love with me at that moment, and made a secret decision in his heart that he would not marry me... Cough cough cough!" The old woman coughed again, but a rare smile appeared on her face, as if she was extremely happy to think of the past.

"Your father is not only knowledgeable, but also has a prominent family background. His father is also a founding father. He can be said to be a hero after his descendants. How many ladies from famous families want to marry him, but he just fell in love with me!" The old woman showed a happy expression of remembrance on her face.

"If you are old and beautiful, I will have few white hair. I don't envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals, I hope to join hands with you to the underworld! Cough cough, this is a poem given to me by my father. I think the word "未分" is not good, and it is a bit unlucky. Your father understands numerology well, and he also thinks it is inappropriate. Unfortunately, before we can change it, our family encountered a big disaster..."

"If I remember well, that year was the tenth year of Hongwu. I escaped from that disaster by chance. I realized I was pregnant during the run... I originally thought I could not have children, but I didn't expect that I would have you in my forties, and I didn't expect that you would be born under such circumstances... You should have a good environment, someone would serve you, read, and enjoy a wealthy life that many people envy, but... cough cough cough!" The old woman coughed even harder, and her face showed a strange redness.

Seeing her like this, Miss Bing'er hurriedly took out the silver needle and skillfully stabbed the old woman's acupoints.

She started very quickly and accurately, and the silver needle was so amazing that she could make the old doctors. Even those old doctors who claim to be miraculous may feel inferior after seeing this hand-sting needle.

Under the needle prick of Miss Bing'er, the old woman's deadly cough was temporarily curbed.

The old woman gasped in difficulty, and Miss Bing'er seemed to be overdrawing her energy, and a slight sweat oozing out of her nose.

"I'm so tired, you..." the old woman took a breath and said with difficulty.

Bing'er wanted to stop her from continuing and let her rest well, but the old woman shook her head.

"I'm afraid that if I don't say it tonight, I won't have time to say it in the future..." The old woman reached out her thin hand, tremblingly stroked her daughter's hair, and then said, "Actually, what I worry most is what you do in the future... You have been in this mountain since you were a child, and you don't know much about the world. If you are used or deceived, even if I die, how can I feel at ease... Cough cough..."

"Take the scholar you brought as an example. You said he was a good person, but I looked at his face really weird. He was obviously a short-lived person, but he lived well... Even if your father is alive, he probably can't see his fortune... This is a weird person, you'd better stay away from him."

The old woman felt a little heartbroken when she thought of Liu Wenyang's unpredictable face. She had been following her husband for many years and was influenced by her influence and had achieved some success in observing the numerology of appearances, but she had never met such a strange person.

"My mother, don't worry, I will... take care of myself." Miss Bing'er said hard, "You have to... rest... you will live a long life." After saying this, her eyes turned red, and her originally beautiful big eyes were even shrouded in wet fog.

"Silly kids, people are always going to die... I am very tired. I want to see your father, and I want to watch the lotus flowers in the lotus pond with him. The lotus flowers are so beautiful, dragonflies are flying, and the water is swaying..." The old woman said this, but slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When Miss Bing'er saw her sleep, she covered her quilt, packed up the silver needle she had just used, and then started boiling medicine again. Slowly, the fragrance of medicine came from the house.

Outside, heavy snow was flying...

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