After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 143 He pursed his dry lips
Xiaotao didn't understand why the young lady suddenly became interested in that kind of place, but it was rare for the young lady to be so interested, so she didn't say any more words of dissuasion to spoil her interest.

The current lady is different from before. She has a sense of proportion in everything she does.

When the master and servant walked to the night market, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the street lanterns were gradually lit up, and there was a lot of people, very lively.

"Miss, what happened there, there are many people around." Xiaotao suddenly pointed to a place ahead and said.

"Go and have a look." Rong Qingqing led her over.

When he got closer, he heard clearly what the surrounding people said.

"It's too pitiful."

"What's so pitiful? He's tall and big, but he can't even afford the money to buy a pair of coffins. I think he's a fool at all."

"Yeah, for so long, I haven't heard him say a word. Could it be that he is dumb?"

"His father, it seems, has been dead for a long time, I seem to smell the stench."

……

Hearing that someone was dead, Xiaotao immediately took Rong Qingqing's hand timidly, "Miss, there is nothing to see, let's go shopping elsewhere."

"It's okay, let's go and have a look." Rong Qingqing patted her hand and comforted her.

If there were not so many people, she would not have dared.

After finally squeezing through the crowd, he saw a ragged young man kneeling on the open space surrounded by the common people, and beside the young man, a corpse was wrapped in a broken mat.

Because the mat was too broken, the hands and feet of the deceased were exposed.

At the boy's feet, there was also a wooden board with a few words written crookedly on it: sell one's body to bury his father.

In fact, the handwriting is very ugly, Rong Qingqing has been distinguishing it for a long time, and thinks it should be these words.

When you get closer, you can indeed smell the stench of the corpse about to rot.

"Miss, he is so pitiful." Xiao Tao didn't dare to look closer, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help feeling sympathetic.

"Yes." Rong Qingqing took a look at the young man, and it was indeed as the people watching said, the young man was very tall, kneeling there upright, with no expression on his face, and he didn't ask for help, no wonder he was watched for so long , no one is willing to help, everyone probably thinks he is a liar.

She sighed, her eyes glanced at the boy's yellowed but handsome face, she paused, her eyes fell on his tightly clenched fists resting on his knees.

It can be seen that this young man is a man of integrity, if he had not reached the end of his life, he would never have come to the street to sell himself in exchange for his father's thin coffin, right?

After thinking for a while, she took out two taels of silver from her bosom, walked over, and handed it to the young man.

"Take it and bury your father properly."

The young man knelt for a long time, his legs had long been numb, when he heard the sound, he suddenly raised his head, the astonishment in his eyes was so obvious, it seemed that he had never thought that someone would give him money.

Rong Qingqing glanced at him with a smile, and urged: "Take it quickly."

The young man was stunned for a moment, because of her smiling eyebrows, the kind of smile that did not contain any impurities.

He has been kneeling here for a day, and he has been ridiculed and ridiculed, but no one is willing to help. His heart has long been numb and desperate.

At this time, the appearance of Rong Qingqing was like a ray of light, illuminating his gloomy eyes.

She was laughing, but she didn't mean to ridicule or ridicule. Instead, he saw encouragement from it.

He pursed his dry and moulted lips, and did not immediately go to pick up the money, but took a step back, and solemnly kowtowed to Rong Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)