Poor family mother and son

Chapter 560
Alas!Qiao Wanqi scolded Liu Luqi eight hundred times in his heart!
No wonder he asked himself to follow, he didn't come in person, so he was watching this!

But thinking of Liu Luqi's experience, Qiao Wanqi pouted, forget it, understand!
Soon, various inexplicable sounds came from the room, and Qiao Wanqi carefully tore off two pieces of wrapping paper and stuffed them into his ears.

In the room, Master Zhang watched and breathed heavily, called Xiaowen and the girl, and waited in front of him.

Qiao Wanqi really didn't see it, so he didn't understand. What's the fun of three people queuing up and down?Isn't that the same as the black pig he saw in the country?Are all rich people so sloppy?

MD! Don't watch it, it's disgusting!
Regardless of whether it is considered "lively" or not, just hit the gong directly, what a love!
Duang! Accompanied by the sound of "chants" in Zhang Ye's mouth, the sound of gongs on the roof formed a string!
Master Zhang was working hard while patrolling the other three "big lotus flowers", choosing the next target to "attack", when he suddenly heard a series of gongs that shook the sky, and he stopped moving after a "ah".

leaked?leaked!
This gong, sometimes it can hit the point even if it does not follow the rhythm!

Qiao Wanqi beat the gong and was about to retreat, but he found someone running towards him stepping on the roof of the anteroom. He saw that it was a beggar on his "living twister" side.

"Here!" The beggar handed over a flagon.

"What the hell?" Qiao Wanqi asked.

The beggar: "Lamp oil. Don't forget to give me two taels of silver when you get it in a while!" After finishing speaking, he ran away again.

How did this beggar get here?Qiao Wanqi looked around, hey, good guy!Several beggars outside the back wall of the room waved their hands and greeted him.

Fortunately, the back wall of this house is quiet, otherwise people would have to find out.

Granny bear!

Since breaking the boundary between the dead and the living in the poor family, this group of people can't even tell the line between the superior and the subordinate.

It's also because of Qiao Wanqi's own faults that he pretended to be a fool when he had nothing to do, so that few people really knew what their great elder looked like.

Now the beggar listened to his upline's order and gave lamp oil, but he didn't know that it was for the great elder.

As soon as he heard about cents, Qiao Wanqi understood what it was like: Yes, thieves don't go empty-handed!

Qiao Wanqi lifted another tile to expand the opening of the hole. There was a panic inside, and the "lotus flowers" big and small were trembling, but they didn't dare to move.

Because "Master Zhang" was standing behind Xiaowen, clinging to Xiaowen, motionless, but his expression was extremely ugly.

Xiaowen bowed his waist, and there was a small lotus in front of him, and he didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

What happened, probably only Xiaowen and Master Zhang knew in their hearts.

"Boom...crash!" Something hit the tea stove behind Master Zhang and shattered. The sound startled the girl in front of Xiao Wen to scream "Ah", and Xiao Wen covered her mouth.

Do not die!
The sound also brought Master Zhang back to his senses. He looked down at himself, his stomach was a little big, blocking his sight, but he heard a "hoo" behind him, and then something seemed to burn his buttocks.

Grandpa Zhang turned around in shock, only to see flames surrounding the tea stove, and piles of clothes here and there on the ground had already been burned.

The flames had climbed along the clothes to the gauze curtains that were used as decorations beside the couch.

Master Zhang, who had his butt burned, pushed Xiao Wen away from him, and went to the couch to grab his clothes back.

Unexpectedly, Xiaowen was pushed by Master Zhang, and his bent body fell forward, crushing the lotus girl, and his outstretched legs successfully tripped Master Zhang behind him.

Master Zhang yelled "Ah", and threw himself on the pile of burning clothes on the ground, and his beard was burnt instantly.

In desperation, Master Zhang quickly got up and slapped himself on the face.

Don't look at Mr. Zhang's hair is not thick, even the top is bald, but the beard is quite strong, and there is only one mustache left on the two sides of the lips, which is more than half short. The same is true on the cheeks.

The skinned "lotus flowers" in the room finally moved. They got up and stood up, and rushed to the pile of clothes, trying to rescue them.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The fire's ablaze, and you'd better get out now, or you'll all be suckling pigs.

Mr. Zhang was the first to rush out. His clothes beside the couch were already on fire and he couldn't get them back. He grabbed the mat and threw them on his body before rushing out of the house.

"Go, let's go! Hurry up!" He shouted in the direction of the concierge angrily and in a panic.

But before the concierge rushed over, there were already shouts outside the courtyard wall: "It's flooded! It's flooded! Come, someone!"

The "lotus flowers" in the house were crowded at the door, but they didn't dare to go out because they had no clothes, but the house was already on fire, and they had nowhere to hide.

Qiao Wanqi was in a hurry, why did the fire burn to the clothes of Mr. Zhang?Why didn't you notice that the tea stove was near the clothes beside the couch?

Qiao Wanqi couldn't wait, kicked the broken tiles and jumped into the house.

The boys and girls at the door were frightened by the "black thing" that fell from the sky and raised dust all of a sudden, and rushed out of the door in a panic.

Qiao Wanqi quickly tore off the clothes of Mr. Zhang beside the bed, beat the wall a few times, extinguished part of the fire, shook it away, and some silver ingots fell out, then scratched randomly on the clothes, and grabbed half of the silver bills, which were burned black It's useless.

There were only two silver ingots, one was 50 taels, and Qiao Wanqi grabbed it and ran to the room again.

If you don't run away, the fire will also jump up to the beams of the house.

The entire three-entry courtyard was cleared for Mr. Zhang in advance. Except for the person who opened and closed the door in the gatehouse, there were only nine men and women in the main courtyard.

Menzi rushed over when he heard the shout, Emma, ​​she was too beautiful to look at!
"What are you still doing in a daze? Put out the fire!" Mr. Zhang kicked the door while wrapped in a mat.

The door answered repeatedly, but how could he save it by himself?He ran around for a while, and finally remembered that the west annex was used as a kitchen, and there were pots and barrels in it.

He quickly ran in to get the bucket, filled the tank with water, and ran to the main room with a smoke.

What's the use of facing a room full of flames with just one person and one bucket of water?A bucket of water went down, but the fire didn't go out, it seemed to be bigger, and the smoke also rose.

Enduring the burning pain in his back, Xiaowen walked up to Master Zhang tremblingly and said, "Master Zhang, you hand over the mat to the slave, and the slave goes to put out the fire..."

Master Zhang looked at the mat that was draped over his body, and he really had no other choice, so he gave it to Xiaowen.

Xiaowen took it and ran to the peace tank, and pushed the mat into the water. The broken lotus flower was hanging on the mat, and was lifted up dripping water. Xiaowen rushed into the main room, but was choked out again immediately.

The fire has grown.

Screens, curtains, tables...the specially made quilt and big bed for "sleeping with the big quilt" in the room are also burning.

The leaky tiles on the roof replenished enough air, and the flames burst into all directions with greater vigor.

"Zhang, Mr. Zhang... run away quickly, this fire can't be put out..." Menzi grabbed Mr. Zhang's arm and was about to run out.

But still naked, how to run?
"Take off your clothes to me!" Master Zhang ordered.

"Quick! This way! This way!" A large group of people carrying buckets rushed into the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)