When Lu Xiaochi and Su Ningyan returned to Xinzhi Street, the snow here had almost been cleared.

The streets became very lively, and there were already many mobile vendors shouting here. Although the people on the streets were still mainly those wandering children, there were already some other colors.

There were still a long queue at the three porridge dishes in front of the Fuji steamed bun shop. This time, the Fuji boss was not in front of the shop. When asked someone, they learned that it was in the back house, they went straight into the shop.

The snow in the back yard had been cleaned up, and there were a few big pot racks here, six or seven people were busy, some adding firewood and some stirring, while the boss of Fuji cut vegetables in the kitchen, and there was a large pot of chopped pork on the table. Of course, this was chopped directly at the pork stall. He did not have such good skills.

"Uncle Fu." Lu Xiaochi and Su Ningyan walked into the kitchen and shouted together.

Boss Fuji raised his head and saw that it was the two of them. He quickly put down the vegetables and the knife, and smiled and greeted him: "You are back."

After nodding together, Su Ningyan reached out and handed over the wallet containing the gold coins, adding: "Nearly 1,500 gold coins come from the harvest from Huifeng Street."

"Then I'll go back and arrange for them to go to Huifeng Street to remove snow." Boss Fuji took the money bag, and his eyes were almost unable to see it.

Su Ningyan nodded softly and said, "Then let's go to Rongmao Street for another trip."

Boss Fuji nodded happily and watched them walk out of the kitchen with relief and emotion.

Standing in front of the Fuji, looking at the long queues, the clean and tidy streets, and those wandering children who were tired but had happiness on their faces, Lu Xiaochi and Su Ningyan suddenly sighed: What is happiness? Happiness is probably about eating and wearing warm clothes.

Once upon a time, this was also the goal they pursued, but now such a wish is within reach. Originally, they just wanted these people to survive the difficulties of the past few days, and seeing this scene, it seemed that more thoughts were growing in the hearts of the two of them...

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Rongmao Street is the most prosperous street in Nancheng. It is already close to the central city, so it is a street for rich people, but it does not mean that there are no poor people here. In normal times, there are the most mobile vendors staying here, and the sound of buying and hawking is simply in full swing.

Of course, it is also deserted now, and it is only a little more lively than Huifeng Street.

When Lu Xiaochi and Su Ningyan came out of the fourth store, they saw a circle of people gathering a hundred meters ahead. Listening carefully, there seemed to be crying and scolding.

The two of them didn't care about charging any more, but rushed there quickly, as if the whole street had surrounded them. Only then did they realize that there were already so many idle people wandering on Rongmao Street.

As they were close, the crying and scolding seemed particularly clear. The two of them didn't have time to listen to what the onlookers said, so they squeezed in.

If it were usual, it might have been very difficult to squeeze for a long time, and they were just spinning around the periphery. But now they are so strong that they can easily separate the crowded crowds and come to the innermost circle, and then see a scene that is unforgettable.

On the cold and hard snow, an old man in rags was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed desperately, his forehead was covered in blood. The snow turned into blood. He begged sadly: "Young Master! Please let my granddaughter go. She is still young and still a child!"

Beside the old man, a eleven or twelve-year-old girl with two small braids of sheep horns was being dragged away crying. She tried hard to stretch out her hands and called her grandfather desperately, as if she wanted to stop the old man's self-harm, and as if she wanted the old man to save herself.

The girl was dragged away by a young man in his twenties, wearing a thick cotton jacket. Judging from her outfit, she looked like a child of a wealthy family, but according to the situation on the scene, he seemed to be just a evil slave, and he was saying with a grim smile: "It is the blessing of your grandparents and grandchildren to be attracted by my young master. Be honest!"

There was also an evil slave who was also dressed in a dress, pulling the old man tightly to prevent him from crawling forward to their master. He also said with a grim smile: "Old man, don't disturb the elegant mood of my young master, and then chop you up and feed it to the dog."

Half a foot away from the old man, there were two gorgeously dressed people standing. The older ones were in their thirties, who looked like guards, and the younger ones were in their twenties. They should be the so-called young master.

The guard's body was small and had two small beards. With those small eyes, it looked like a mouse. He took a step forward slightly to prevent the old man from breaking away suddenly and threatening his young master. His face was not alert, but it seemed like he was enjoying a wonderful drama.

The young master's face was pale. In such cold weather, he was holding a folding fan in his hand, shaking it with a rosy look. The corners of his mouth were curled up, and he didn't even look at the old man who kept kowtowing, but looked at the girl who was crying desperately with a smile on his face.

"Bastard!" Lu Xiaochi and Su Ningyan shouted angrily at the same time, and rushed up immediately.

Lu Xiaochi was caring for the old man, and Su Ningyan was caring for the girl. The two of them were so strong now that they were angry this time and did not retain any reservations. The evil slave who was holding the girl was fine, but he just fainted very simply. The evil slave who was caring for the old man broke his left arm and lay on the ground and started wailing desperately.

This time, the young master was shocked, and he was stunned and seemed to have not reacted yet.

The middle-aged guard was very alert. He was the only person on the scene to see clearly what happened. He might be able to intercept him if he wanted to, but his primary responsibility was to protect his young master, not the two evil slaves. So he immediately blocked the young man. With his wrist turned, he slid out of his sleeve and held it in his hand and looked at the person in front of him with caution.

"Stop crying, be good, it's okay." Su Ningyan wiped the tears from the girl's face and comforted her softly.

"Get up, there will be no more trouble." Lu Xiaochi looked at the guard with caution while pulling the old man up.

Su Ningyan helped the girl come over, and the grandparents and grandchildren hugged each other and cried bitterly. At this time, the evil slave with broken arms was still howling in shock. She frowned and looked at the grandparents and grandchildren with some concern. Seeing that there would be no problem between them, she walked towards the evil slave and kicked him hard. The evil slave screamed and fainted directly.

"It's you!" The middle-aged guard did a good job of protection. After seeing the two people coming to make trouble, he shouted in a deep voice.

The young master also woke up at this time. He leaned his head and looked out from the guard's shoulder. When he saw Lu Xiaochi and Su Ningyan, he seemed very surprised and said in surprise: "Little idiot, you are not dead!"

Great readers, please leave your footprints when passing by. Don’t recommend it, just collect it and hide it...

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