Humane Yongchang

Chapter 92 Disgusting (seeking a monthly ticket)

"vomit……"

In the early morning mist, Chen Sheng squatted on the side of the street and vomited.

Chen Dao stood behind him, gently following his vest.

Chen Sheng waved at him without turning his head, "Uncle Dao, I didn't... vomit..."

Chen Dao: "Don't hold back, you've vomited like this, are you all right?"

Chen Sheng waved his hand hard: "I'm really fine, I'm just sick... vomit..."

He has attended countless banquets in his life, and he considers himself to be someone who has seen the world.

But the night party last night was the feast that disgusted him the most.

none of them.

Not a single grain of the food Lu Zheng mentioned has yet reached Chen County.

But at the banquet last night, the division had already been completed.

Yes!

The division has been completed!
Just like dividing pork, you cut the hind legs, I cut the five flowers... The five thousand stone grains that were still on the road were divided into two parts.

Relying on the status of the leader of the five alliances, the merchant Chen family also cut a large piece of fat from this big fat pig, three hundred stone, nearly [-] catties!
Nothing seems to be wrong!
All are satisfied!

The laughter is so sincere!

Chen Sheng should have been very satisfied. After this batch of food was obtained, the little ones in the family could add two more steamed cakes to each meal.

But somehow.

He just feels sick!
It was so disgusting that the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys in the chest cavity were all rotten, and every time he said a word, the stench of corruption rushed out of his throat.

However, strong rationality still restrained him, making him keep holding up the wine bottle with a smile on his face, chatting and joking with every second generation of Chen County who approached him with a dazed eye.

He is not a good person.

It has never been necessary to be a good person.

But participating in the banquet last night made him feel that he was not even a human being...

"vomit……"

After spitting out all the soup and water in his stomach, he finally felt that the tumult in his heart had calmed down a little. He grabbed Chen Dao's arm and was about to stand up, when the corner of his eyes suddenly noticed a group of shadows. silhouette.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a group of little beggars standing in the mist, staring intently at the filth in front of him, swallowing saliva.

The youngest of them is only eight or nine years old, and the oldest is only twelve or thirteen years old. Their hair is like a chicken coop, and their clothes are tattered like a pile of rags. Zhang Wu's pitch-black face was so dirty that he could barely see a pair of turbid and dull eyes. Looking around, he couldn't even tell the difference between male and female.

They crowded together cringingly, aware of his gaze, and took a few steps back timidly.

But still no one was willing to leave.

The sound of swallowing one after another was exceptionally clear in the early morning mist.

"vomit……"

A strong tumult came to mind again, and Chen Sheng lowered his head again, vomiting madly.

But this time, there was really nothing in his stomach to vomit.

He just kept retching, as if he was about to vomit out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Seeing that he vomited so badly, Chen Dao whispered with some worry: "Dalang, why don't you go to the medical house?"

Chen Sheng patted his arm vigorously, signaling his relief.

Then he resisted the desire to vomit and stood up, angrily stepped on the filth on the ground, turned his head and shouted at the dozen or so little beggars not far away: "You guys, come with me!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and threw his strides away, and walked towards the north city as if he were fleeing.

Chen Dao looked at his back, then looked at the group of little beggars in ragged clothes, smiled, and followed Chen Sheng's pace with quick steps.

A group of little beggars looked at the long knife on Chen Dao's waist with some horror, and then reluctantly looked at the mass of dirt mixed with mud on the ground.

It wasn't until Chen Sheng's back was about to disappear at the corner of the long street that he finally got the courage to follow him.

In an instant, a group of little beggars swarmed up.

……

After half an hour.

Chen Sheng sat on the stone steps in front of his hall, looking blankly at the little beggars outside the kitchen who were surrounded by the big steamer.

There is a flaming firewood under the big steamer, and the aroma of steamed cakes fills the whole courtyard.

Every time the cook brought out a drawer of steamed cakes, the little beggars would rush up to them, regardless of how hot the steamed cakes just out of the pot would be, they would shove them into their mouths, and they rolled their eyes and no one was willing to put them down. Steamed cake in hand.

The steamer with a large grinding plate is already the third drawer.

Their small belly is still like a bottomless pit.

It's like I don't know what fullness is...

Zhao Qing was wearing an apron and kept wandering around the little beggars, his two delicate eyebrows tangled into a ball.

But they are distressed for these children, but also distressed for food.

It was not until the cook brought the fourth drawer of steamed cakes and was robbed again by those little beggars, Chen Sheng finally spoke up.

"Don't fucking eat it, are you trying to kill yourself?"

He frowned and scolded: "Get out of here, if you can't survive, come again, whoever wants to bring people here, don't come here!"

There was silence in the courtyard. Xiao Qier held the hot steamed cake and looked at him timidly.

After a while, a daring little beggar stretched out his two short legs and rushed in front of Chen Sheng, kneeling with his knees bent.

"Stand up straight, don't fucking kneel!"

Chen Sheng shouted impatiently: "Human dignity is not so worthless! A few steamed cakes are not worth your knees!"

The little beggar was stunned for a while, but he still stubbornly knelt down when he came back to his senses, and kowtowed three times to Chen Sheng: "My dear, in your eyes, these steamed cakes may not be worth a lot of money. But for the villain, it is a life-saving grace, your kindness, the villain will keep in mind, if the villain can survive, he will definitely repay you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, wiped his snot with the back of his hand, turned and strode towards the door.

Seeing this, the little beggars on the kitchen side knelt down and kowtowed three times to Chen Sheng's side seriously, then got up, grabbed the steamed cake in their hands tightly, and turned back and left three steps at a time. To them, this place is as beautiful as heaven.

Chen Sheng didn't speak anymore.

But his face became more and more ugly.

Zhao Qing looked at his livid face, walked up lightly, and whispered: "Dalang, don't be angry with them, we won't let them go in the future, just leave them alone."

Chen Sheng looked at her cautious appearance, and tried to squeeze out a small face: "Eldest sister, I am not angry with them, I... how can I be angry with them!"

He got up and walked down the steps, hugged her gently, turned and strode into the hall: "Uncle Dao, send someone to invite Er Uncle over!"

　Chapter 2 is on the way.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)