Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

The old vegetable seller patted his thigh, and then diligently pointed the way to Shiro and the others.

Afraid that the children wouldn't understand, he spoke very carefully.

The bun vendor was no longer worried now and was helping the old man replenish the buns.

Just like that, Shiro and the others quickly learned the route.

Shiro doesn't like reading and is lazy, but he has an excellent memory and can remember places quickly.

He raised his hand to wipe his tears, thanked the two of them gratefully, and then led Mibao and Wulang in the direction pointed by the old man.

That look really vividly conveys the image of a family where the father cannot stand up, the mother is ill, and a little child is the head of the family.

Seeing their three children and one dog leaving, the bun vendor and the vegetable vendor couldn't help showing expressions of sympathy and worry.

The old man sighed first and said, "Oh, these children are also pitiful. Such a useless father."

"No," the bun vendor said, "But these kids probably went there in vain."

The old man nodded in agreement and said, "But, looking at the child's appearance, if I don't go and confirm it myself, I'm afraid I won't believe it."

The bun vendor said, "Yes. Alas. After all, it's not our own child, and we two strangers can't help them. Otherwise, we really have to go over and help with the theory."

As the two said this, they each sighed again and continued to do their own business.

the other side.

Silang walked quickly towards Wanxing Gambling House with Mibao and Wulang.

Behind the three of them, Xiao Huang followed closely like a guardian angel.

Mibao was being held by Shiro's hand as he walked, his mind still immersed in the scene just now in front of the bun vendor.

"Fourth brother, does uncle really like to go to Wanxing Casino?" The little girl was very straightforward and asked directly if she had any questions.

Shiro in front staggered, and he turned to look at Mibao in disbelief, "Sister, do you really think what I just said is the truth?"

Mi Bao shook his head, "Fourth brother said it was a lie when he said that my aunt was sick and lying in bed." "That's right. My mother's illness was all a lie. Do you think it is true that my father likes to go to gambling houses?"

But Mi Bao tilted his head and said seriously, "It's really hard to tell."

Shiro took a deep breath, "Why?"

"My uncle has indeed been running to the town before. Although they all say that he came to the town to make money, who knows if he was fed by a sheep-mad eagle?"

Shiro, "..."

Wulang took Mibao's hand and said, "Mibao, that word is called Yang Feng Yin Wei. It's not a sheep crazy eagle feeding."

Mibao blinked, "Uh. Oh."

Shiro said, "Mi Bao, don't worry, my father is a very reliable person and will not go against his will."

"Really?"

"Well, really."

Seeing Shiro nodding seriously, Mi Bao thought for a while with a tense little face, then he breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "Great. Otherwise, I have to go back and tell Grandma and the others. , uncle will have to be beaten."

Since returning to the Su family, Mi Bao has often seen Wu Yuniang beating Silang. From this, she has learned that anyone who does something wrong will be beaten.

She didn't really want her uncle to be beaten. After all, her uncle was an adult.

Shiro, "..."

This sister, he really didn't know what to say sometimes.

If you want to call me stupid, then I am very smart in many cases. I learn things very quickly, and I am very good at drawing inferences from one example. But if I want to call myself smart, I don’t know why, but I always can’t tell the difference between true and false in some inexplicable places.

Obviously what I said just now, I knew it was all made up...