If the news is not true, it doesn't matter if he goes to the wrong way, but it means that Wen Jin's time is missing another day. How can he afford to delay it?

No, no, it won't be fake. Didn't the woman selling flowers say that someone told her that if someone comes to buy the four-digit flowers, it would be a tael of silver each?

How could such a coincidence be that there are just a few numbers?

Rather than saying that he is convincing himself, it is better to find more comfort for himself.

Just when my heart is upset, my sleeves are pulled.

Huangfu Jingchen looked back but saw no one.

He looked down at his sleeve and found a little beggar standing beside him. The little beggar was thin, with a pale face and thin skin. He looked at him timidly with his eyes, his hands were covered with mud. The moment he pulled his sleeve like this, a few black fingerprints were stained on his sleeve.

Huangfu Jingchen looked at him.

Although he changed his clothes from the isolation point, he was stopped by Jiang Ning when he went to the mayor's mansion to go out. Jiang Ning suggested that he change to the coarse blue clothes, so he had no idea. But when Jiang Ning was preparing a horse, he also brought his clothes to remind him that it was not only for going out to do business, but sometimes clothes were also factors that determine success or failure.

When Huangfu Jingchen heard this, he immediately went to change it.

At this moment, the moon-white brocade clothes and the black fingerprints on the clothes were so obvious.

When the little beggar saw that he had caused trouble, he was very scared and unconsciously retreated, looking at Huangfu Jingchen with panic in his eyes.

Huangfu Jingchen slowed down his face and said in a gentle voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Perhaps seeing his tone was gentle, unlike when he was about to get angry, the little beggar stuttered with lips and said timidly: "Uncle, I'm hungry, I want... to eat!"

Huangfu Jingchen sighed. All living beings are in various ways. Although the rule of Grandpa Huang is now considered as the people's living in peace, there are still many people who cannot eat.

He was worried about Wen Jin's condition, and he was worried and anxious. At such a young age, he couldn't even eat, so why didn't he worry? He begged for him, and he was also worried.

Huangfu Jingchen looked around and saw a stall selling steamed buns in front of the right. The stall owner was out of the cage with a tray of steamed buns. The steaming was so hot that the fragrance wafted over, and even he felt hungry.

He said, "Follow me!"

When the stall owner saw Huangfu Jingchen, he immediately smiled: "Do you buy steamed buns?"

Huangfu Jingchen said: "Go a drawer first!"

The stall owner was very happy and immediately brought up a tray of hot steamed buns, including ten white steamed buns in one tray. Huangfu Jingchen took one and signaled the little beggar to eat it too.

The little beggar looked at him timidly, and with his encouraging look, he took one, and the steamed bun was still steaming, and the two black fingerprints on it were particularly obvious.

The little beggar stuffed the whole steamed bun into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then swallowed it desperately, choking and rolling his eyes.

Huangfu Jingchen turned to the stall owner and said, "Come on a glass of water!" While patting the little beggar's back, he was so happy.

When the water came, Huangfu Jingchen handed the cup to the little beggar: "Drink a little water!"

The little beggar drank the water and finally swallowed the steamed bun. Huangfu Jingchen took another one and handed it to him, and said gently: "Eat slowly, don't choke, these are all yours, and you will buy them for you if you don't have enough!"

I choked just now, and the little beggar ate a little slower this time, but it was just a comparison. Huangfu Jingchen said in a gentle voice: "How long have I not eaten?"

The little beggar whispered: "It's been three days!"

"Do you have any relatives?"

The little beggar shook his head blankly.

Seeing Huangfu Jingchen's extraordinary clothes and behavior, the owner of the steamed bun stall smiled half flatteringly and said enthusiastically: "Young Master, don't know that this little blackhead is an orphan, with no father, no mother, no relatives."

Huangfu Jingchen said: "Your name is Xiao Heitou? Are you eight years old?"

The beggar Xiao Hei Tou tried hard to swallow the steamed buns in his mouth and said, "I am already eleven years old!"

Huangfu Jingchen was very surprised. Seeing his thin and small appearance, he didn't expect that he was already eleven years old. Perhaps because of his long-term malnutrition, he made him much younger than his children of the same age.

Xiao Heitou ate all nine steamed buns, and his belly was full. Huangfu Jingchen ate one. Although he hadn't eaten anything until now, how could he feel hungry?

If you have something in your heart, how can you remember these things?

If he hadn't waited for the Shadow Pavilion disciples to contact him now, he wouldn't even have the intention to sit in this place.

Huangfu Jingchen asked, "Little Blackhead, are you full?"

Xiao Heitou nodded, Huangfu Jingchen waved to the owner of the steamed bun shop and asked him: "Do you sell steamed buns here every day?"

"Yes, young master!"

Huangfu Jingchen took out a ingot of ten taels of silver, pointed at Xiao Hei Tou, and said, "How long can I eat it for ten steamed buns every day?"

The owner of the steamed bun shop opened his eyes wide. This was a silver, and it was a whole ingot of silver. It was rare to see him. After half a year, he sold fifteen twelve every day. If he could make ten taels, the business would be very good.

He thought about it and said that only ten a day is afraid that he can't eat it for more than seven years? However, his eyes turned and cunningly said, "You can eat it for three years!"

Huangfu Jingchen calmly said, "If it were three years, I would give him twenty every day!"

The owner of the steamed bun shop was stunned. The young man looked at him young and was not very easy to fool. But after thinking about it, he could eat ten steamed buns every day for more than seven years, three years, twenty a day, and he still made a profit. He smiled happily and said, "Okay young man!"

Huangfu Jingchen looked at his eyes that were so happy that he narrowed his eyes, raised the silver in his hand, and sang: "Everyone, I have ten taels of silver here. I will buy this boss' steamed bun for three years. In these three years, Xiao Heitou can come here to get twenty steamed buns every day! Please witness it on your behalf!"

The stall owners looked at the stall owner with envy and jealousy, and they all said, "Young Master is so kind. The little abandoned little blackhead has met a good person."

"Okay, it's okay, so this guy keeps stealing around us. The young master did a good thing!"

"Old Li is lucky and earned ten taels at once."

Xiao Heitou understood, and he asked Huangfu Jingchen with big eyes: "Thank you, young master, what are your name? I'll give you the money back in the future!"

Huangfu Jingchen smiled and said, "You don't need to pay it back. I can only help you so much!" It's not that he didn't want to give the money to Xiao Heitou directly for him to buy it for himself. But an eleven-year-old child, who was hungry for a long time and was malnourished, looked only about eight years old and so weak, giving him money to him actually hurt him.

Xiao Heitou said persistently: "Young master, I am poor now, but I will definitely make money in the future. Tell me your name and I will look for you in the future!"
Chapter completed!