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Chapter 80 Another lame man

Food is the key to survival.

Today, Song Liyun went to Boss Mu's place to deliver acorn jelly, and specifically asked what the "Respecting the Elderly Hall" in Suijin Town meant?
Boss Mu didn't have any strange reaction. He explained the matter of respecting the old hall in detail, and then said with a smile: "This is a matter of our Suijin Town. You and Xue Junhu are not civilian households, so it has nothing to do with you."

Song Liyun's complexion was a little ugly, and she forced a smile: "Everyone has an old age, and everyone can do this kind of good deed, and it can't be distinguished by household registration."

During Boss Mu's narration, Song Liyun learned more about Suijin Town's background and had a deeper understanding.

Suijin Town, which has experienced catastrophe, has no government and no clan.

Although the population is more than 200, most families are fragmented.

Some older single elderly people live together in one place, named Jinglaotang.

Usually help mediate disputes in the town and preside over various major events, and get some supplies from them to make a living.

These old people who have lost their families and lost their ability to work are living a very hard life.

Not only do they need to bear the torment in their hearts, but they also need to linger on to survive.

Inside the Hall of Respect for the Elderly, there is someone Song Liyun knows, the old man Zhang who lost his hand.

Jin Sanzhong came to steal things, and the excuse he made was the Hall of Respect for the Elderly.

Said that the Song family did not send offerings to the Jinglaotang "for the sake of being rich and unkind", and he "can't understand" wanting to do justice for the sky.

Although this is Jin Sanzhong's excuse, it also reflects some of the real thoughts of the residents of Suijin Town.

At first, the brothers and sisters of the Song family entered the military household, not only divided the land, but also occupied the best house in the town.

Although it is a haunted house that the townspeople have no choice but to do, it is also the best in the town.

The brothers and sisters of the Song family lived in the haunted house and survived. They still sell acorn tofu every day, and they earn money every day, so they can buy food and things generously.

Later, Xue Zhuang joined the army again, lived in the town and opened a food stall, and now there are card tables, people come and go every day, and it seems to be the most lively place in the town.

These two families are outsiders, but they live a happy life, which greatly stimulates the aborigines in the town.

Suijin Town used to be a farm, but after more than ten years of ups and downs, the people who still stay in Suijin Town are no longer the simple farmers of decades ago.

In a blink of an eye, night fell again.

Hei Jin pushed open the door and slipped in, pointing outside to Song Liyun, and called out "hehe".

Song Liyun was putting the wine brought from Xue Zhuang into the bottle, and nodded: "How many are here?"

Hei Jin thought for a while, and stretched out a finger.

Here comes one!
Outside Baolin's residence, Han Dasha came here before it was dark, and knelt at the spot where he met the "big fairy" last night.

It didn't snow tonight, but the ground was cold enough. He had been kneeling upright for less than half an hour, his face was blue and black, and he was shivering.

This is Daxian's test for himself, so he must persevere.

Just when he was in despair, the courtyard door of Baolin Residence suddenly opened, and Song Liyun stood at the door holding an oil lamp, and said loudly:
"Hey! Who is that over there? Is it Han Dasha?"

Han Ming's ears moved, his face tightened, and he finally waited.

Others are afraid of "evil ghosts", but he is not.

If it was really evil, the Song family, who are servants of the "Great Immortal", would not have lived such a prosperous life.

And now he has personally experienced that the "evil ghost" didn't kill people at will, so he won the bet.

As long as he can be a slave to the "Great Immortal", he can also live in a big mansion, without worrying about food and clothing.

Looking up, I only saw a girl's smiling face in the orange light.

Han Ming was certain that it was the girl from the Song family who came!
Song Liyun walked over slowly with a lamp, stood in front of Han Ming, and said with a smile, "The Immortal wants me to pick you up!"

Han Ming was still a little nervous at first, but he was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, okay, thank you girl."

He wanted to get up, but after kneeling for a long time, he knelt down again as soon as he raised his leg.

Song Liyun seemed to know that he would not be able to get up after kneeling for a long time, so he stretched out his hand and handed over a wooden stick: "Use the wooden stick for support!"

Han Ming waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, it's okay."

After several attempts, he finally stood up and limped into the courtyard gate.

A stranger came today, and Song Zhenping also came out to receive him.

Han Ming is a middle-aged man, tall and strong, with a huge scar on his face, from the left cheek to the right cheek, looking scary.

Song Zhenping watched but didn't respond.

There are quite a few people with scars in Suijin Town, and he is no stranger to it.

Seeing this man faltering, with a look of inconvenient legs and feet, he immediately felt sympathetic.

The younger sister said that the family wanted to take in a hungry person, who turned out to be a disabled person with such a severe lameness.

There is ready-made acorn tofu in the kitchen. Song Zhenping has just stewed a small pot with oil and salt, and heated up two multi-grain cakes with added sugar, and brought them all to Han Ming.

Song Zhenping said very politely: "Uncle Han, don't be too polite, you can eat whatever you want at home, these are prepared for you."

The first meal was such a sumptuous dinner, Han Ming rubbed his legs so excited that he was about to cry.

I have a big appetite, and the money I earn is not enough to buy food, and there is nothing to eat in the house where I live, and I have to cry when the mice come, so I decided to hang out with Daxian.

Seeing that the brothers and sisters of the Song family were easy to get along with, Han Ming was secretly delighted, and it was not in vain for him to make such a decisive decision.

Before Han Ming could finish his excitement, Song Liyun brought him another small bowl of wine: "You've caught a cold today, drink some wine first to keep you warm."

No need to pick it up, the aroma of the wine wafted out, causing Han Ming to swallow his saliva.

He couldn't express the complicated mood at this time: it was cold and hungry outside, but in the haunted house that everyone feared, he could eat and drink well just after entering.

Song Zhenping had just been drunk, and now he felt like vomiting when he smelled the alcohol.

He pinched his nose and stared blankly at the wine that the second sister brought out: No one at home drank it before, and I never bought it. Where did Yun'er get it?

Did you take something from the treasure bag again?

Didn't I say it earlier, try not to touch the things inside?
Han Ming was really hungry. He ate up a pot of acorn jelly, three candied multigrain cakes, drank wine, and finished Xiaoan and Heijin's supper.

Among them is Heijin's favorite stewed potatoes.

If Song Liyun hadn't asked Hei Jin to accompany Xiao An in the side courtyard, Han Ming would have been ripped apart on the spot.

After eating and drinking enough to get down to business, Han Ming briefly told Song Zhenping his intentions for coming.

Song Zhenping was dumbfounded when he heard this, and felt that the smell of alcohol had not dissipated all day, and his head was buzzing: "Yun'er, what did you hear him say? He, he wants to be our slave, slave!"

Song Liyun didn't say anything, just looked at Han Ming.

Han Ming rubbed his stomach, hiccupped and shook his head: "Brother Song, I'm not serving you as a slave, but that one!"

He raised his chin, made a look of "you understand", and gestured, "That's the one."

Song Zhenping was dumbfounded, and imitated Han Ming's way of shaking his head, before he asked, "What do you mean?"

Han Ming lowered his voice and said, "Of course it's the Great Immortal! From now on, I can serve the Great Immortal just like you."

Song Zhenping was stunned: Is he serving as a slave to the Great Immortal?

Why doesn't it feel right?

(End of this chapter)