Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 86 Bloody Smell
"You are a pauper now. If you want to repay the money, ask your mother to sleep with a few more men! Get out!"

Although the temperature is suitable on a May night, it is not very pleasant to be thrown into the cold and damp street.

Zheng Bo got up, sniffed, spat at the gambling shop door behind him, and cursed a few more curse words.

"Cuckoo!" My stomach growled.

He touched his trouser pockets, which were empty enough to run away mice.

"No, we have to find a place to eat!"

At this time, a fat man came out of the corner. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time, or he might have met him by chance.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Zheng? Why are you standing here?"

Zheng Bo looked hard, not sure if he recognized the other person, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm your brother Zhu. It's only been a few days and you don't recognize me anymore. It looks like you've made a fortune. Why don't you invite your brother to have a drink to celebrate?"

"Hmph! What a fart, I'm so unlucky that I lost everything." He shook his head and started to leave.

"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. We met so late at night. It's fate. Let's do this. I'll treat you to a drink. There's a small wine shop in front of you still open. Let's go."

He hugged Zheng Bo and dragged him away.

The two of them were in a dark tavern, and ordered a plate of beef with soy sauce, a plate of peanuts, a plate of cut pork head, a plate of fried vegetables, and a jar of wine, which weighed a pound.

Even though Zheng Bo was only 13 years old, he was involved in everything from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling.

And I like everything and love to play.

He also has a good drinking capacity and will get drunk every time he drinks.

He was different from others when he was drunk. He seemed normal. He even walked without staggering and knew the door of his house. However, he was more than twice as courageous.

Things that you usually don't dare to do, or things that you hesitate to do, are not afraid of anything when you are stimulated by the alcohol.

The two of them drank for a full hour, and the small banquet ended at midnight.

After Zheng Bo came out of the tavern, he had a gloomy face, wrapped his clothes tightly, and then walked towards the town, walking very fast, as if he was going to do something big.

This side of Crescent Bay.

Grandma Shen had a good night's sleep. When she opened her eyes in the morning, she looked at the unfamiliar beams and unfamiliar house. After a while, she suddenly remembered where she was.

I pushed open the courtyard door and looked at the scenery outside the wall. I sighed that this place is really nice. Although the humidity is a bit heavy, it can support people!

Shen Qing went to hoe the fields with her sister early in the morning without calling her.

Grandma Shen went to the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. Inside was thick corn porridge, with several multigrain pancakes steamed in a pot, all steamed until soft, and a bowl of sauce.

After closing the pot lid, she looked at the vegetable cupboard again. It was neatly organized, with the dishes upside down, a chopstick cage hanging on the side of the cupboard, a bowl of steamed salted fish and a bowl of pickles.

Look at the firewood behind the stove. They are neatly stacked and not messy at all, and the edges are swept clean.

"Alas! Hui Ya is the most like her mother, the most diligent."

The old woman thought of her eldest daughter-in-law who had hanged herself. When she was alive, the kitchen was like this and she didn't need to worry about it at all.

Only after Mr. Cao died did she realize how torturing housework was.

If you don't wipe it for a day, there will be dust everywhere. After wiping it, you have to wash it and dry it after washing it.

Not to mention the chickens and ducks at home, they wander around every chance they get, leaving chicken and duck poop everywhere.It was impossible for Shen Changgui to lend a hand. She had expected Widow Song to help, but this woman had been staying at home for a few days and had nothing to do except eat and cook, which made her very angry.

Grandma Shen sighed while scooping water from the vat to wash her face. Then she opened the courtyard door, carried a small basket, and went to find her granddaughter.

"This sweet potato vine is growing really well. It won't be easy for you two to clean it up, right?"

"Fortunately, with the help of Mr. Huo and Huo Lin next door, we can save a lot of time." Shen Hui stopped the hoe, raised her head and wiped the sweat while saying.

Granny Shen also knew that there were only two families here, and they would inevitably come into contact. She also thought that if she came to live occasionally in the future, she would say hello to the next door, right?

So, he said: "I see you have cooked a lot of breakfast, and I will give some to the grandparents and grandchildren later." There is no woman in the family, which is not good.

Shen Hui nodded, "That's natural. We give them to you every time. Mr. Huo is a nice guy. He also helped us make some baskets and bamboo plaques. They are all useful things and save us the trouble of buying them."

Granny Shen smiled and looked at Shen Qing again. When she was talking to Shen Hui just now, Shen Qing never looked back or interrupted. The old lady was thinking, this girl has many thoughts, maybe I have made her unhappy.

"Shen Qing, I'll go to the town to buy glutinous rice later, I'm afraid you won't be able to choose whether grandma will go with you." She also wanted to go to the town for a stroll.

Shen Hui exclaimed, "Ah! Qing'er, you are hoeing sweet potato seedlings."

Shen Qing was distracted when he heard his sister calling, and then he woke up. He looked down and saw that she had hoeed down several trees!

Granny Shen hurried over, and picked up the sweet potato vine with distress, "This, what a pity, it's ruined, girl, what do you think?" The old lady revealed her nature again, and her tone was very bad.

Shen Qing looked at the road above the creek and felt something was wrong.

At this moment, there was a sudden barking of dogs, and then she saw Xiao Huang standing on the road, barking at her, and turning around uneasily.

Shen Qing looked cold and dropped the hoe, "You guys are here, I'll go over and take a look."

"Hey!" Grandma Shen couldn't stop shouting while holding up the sweet potato vine.

Shen Hui hurriedly came over and said: "Grandma, since they are all broken, why don't we dig out the sweet potatoes. It's a good day. Let them dry outside for two days and then steam them in a pot. They will be delicious and sweet."

"Good food, what a pity."

It was a pity, but when she saw a dozen fist-sized sweet potatoes dug out from underneath, she immediately smiled and couldn't close her mouth.

"The output of this thing is so high. If it were left in a famine year, it would be the best thing and no one would starve to death anymore."

Shen Hui brought the basket over and picked up the sweet potatoes one by one.

On the other side, Shen Qing came to Xiao Huang, and when Xiao Huang saw her coming, he got into the grass on the side of the road and rummaged around.

Shen Qing scolded: "You damn dog, what are you doing there?"

Suddenly, Xiao Huang ran out with a piece of rag in his mouth and placed it in front of her like a treasure, wagging his tail like an electric fan.

It was a piece of dark blue rag with sharp edges, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon, but...

"is blood!"

She smelled a strong smell of blood on the cloth. It had rained two days ago, so the cloth must have been left yesterday, that is, last night. It was impossible during the day.

She led Xiao Huang down to search again. Although the battlefield had been cleaned, she still found clues.

Several patches of grass had been crushed, and in some places there were residual blood stains, drag marks, and broken branches...

In short, the flying geese left traces, and all signs showed that there was a fight here last night, and the number of people was more than a dozen. As for how many people died, she didn't know, but it was probably no less.

(End of this chapter)