The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

Xiao Huo looked at Meng Wuzai and said seriously, "Brother Meng Wuzai, you don't have to be afraid of that brother in red. Even if he is the emperor, you only need to respect him and don't have to be afraid of him."

This is what his father always taught him.

Meng Wuzai blushed instantly, "Yes, you... you are right. When I saw that he was the son of the county magistrate, I was a little scared." He leaned closer to Gu Qinghuai and asked in a low voice: "Master, who is this kid?"

"My name is Xiaohuo. I'm a distant relative of Aunt Huaishu's grandmother's family and Aunt Huaishu's cousin," Xiaohuo looked at Meng Wuzai calmly.

Gu Qinghuai smiled and nodded, "Yes, Xiaohuo is Xiaoshitou's nephew, my cousin."

"Yes," Xiaohuo nodded his bald head.

Meng Wuzai looked at him as if he was looking at something strange.

This little kid was even thinner than Wuhuan, so thin that only skin was left. However, his overly large eyes sparkled with a clear light.

Gu Qinghuai didn't want Xiaohuo to receive too much attention, so he said to Meng Wuzai, "Wuzai, I steamed a pot of steamed buns. Help me carry the buns over to the workers. Give one to each person."

When he looked up, he saw Qi Yuanshuo also coming back and said, "Little Stone, help me carry the herbal tea to the adobe yard."

When the people on the adobe yard saw Meng Wuzai carrying a large basket of steamed buns, they all stopped what they were doing and looked over in disbelief.

They had never eaten big white steamed buns made of pure white flour!

Meng Wuzai swallowed his saliva and said loudly to everyone: "My master, Sister Xiaohuai, has steamed buns. Come and take one each!"

"Come, everyone, wash your hands here!" Qi Yuanshuo brought two buckets of water, one bucket was herbal tea with mint and sugar, and the other bucket was water for washing hands.

"Oh! Here I come!" Meng Wubing was tall and had long legs, and he was the first to rush over.

Everyone was very excited and dropped the mud or molds in their hands and walked over quickly.

The steamed buns are very big and one can fill half of your stomach.

Meng Wubing was the first to get the steamed bun and wanted to give it to A Niang, but he saw that A Niang already had one in her hand.

Look at dad again, he also took one.

Meng Wubing then took a big bite and his eyes widened instantly: "There's sugar in the steamed buns! It's sweet!"

"It's so sweet and delicious!" Guo Yueying squinted her eyes and savored it carefully.

"It's really delicious! Xiao Huai is so good to us. Not only does he pay us well, but even though lunch is not included, he still sends us steamed buns and herbal tea." Shao He couldn't help but sigh.

Fangkuai said: "From now on, if anything happens to little Huai girl, we can't just stand by and watch."

Meng Wuzai chuckled: "Uncle Cube, it means to stand by and watch, not to watch with your sleeves down."

"Never mind. We all have sleeves, as long as the meaning is right," Fangkuai grinned.

Some people were reluctant to eat it, so they put the steamed buns in their pockets, intending to take them back home for their family to have a taste.

After eating the steamed buns, everyone worked harder, as if they had endless energy.

Beilu County.

A border mountain village bordering the northern barbarians.

The midday sun was scorching the earth, and the bright sunlight made it impossible to open people's eyes.

Everyone in Yong'an Village was taking a break at home, and the village was very quiet.

At the foot of a wall somewhere in the village, facing away from the sun, sat a skinny young man in linen clothes, his body covered with patches, staring blankly at the undulating city walls in the distance.

Next to him sat another skinny young man in tattered clothes. He had a dull expression and kept muttering to himself, "My Xuan'er was taken away by wolves. His tiny body was torn to pieces by the wolves. How pitiful! My Xuan'er, there is no hope for me to live anymore. I don't want to live anymore..."

The hemp-clothed boy turned his head to look at him and comforted him feebly: "Brother Xiu, please accept my condolences. The dead cannot be brought back to life."

These words were spoken to the young man in gray, and also to himself.

Two days ago, his second brother's body was sent back.

The young man in gray still muttered to himself with a numb face, as if he didn't hear the comfort of the young man in hemp clothes.

The young man in hemp clothes sighed, stood up, brushed the dust off his butt, looked at the young man in gray clothes with pity, turned and left.

The young man in hemp clothes was named Yu Langtou, and he was a soldier in Yong'an Village.

Yong'an Village is located on the border with the Northern Barbarians and is harassed by the White Barbarians from time to time. It is not safe at all.

The villagers named the village Yong'an Village, hoping that there would always be peace here.

Yu Langtou's eldest and second brothers died on the battlefield, and his third brother was conscripted into the army. Now he is the only male in the family.

A few days ago, a group of wolves suddenly broke into the village and took away Ashu's son Xuan'er. Since then, Ashu has been like a madman, telling everyone he meets that his Xuan'er was torn to pieces by wolves, and that he has no hope and does not want to live anymore.

Yu Langtou wanted to learn how to write his own name, and when he learned that Ah Xiu could read, he asked him for advice.

Ah Xiu was not stingy either. He not only taught him his name, but also taught him many other words.

The two gradually developed some friendship.

So, Yu Langtou came to persuade Ah Xiu, hoping that he could get over the grief of losing his son as soon as possible.

That night, Yong'an Village fell into endless tranquility.

Occasionally, the roar of wild beasts could be heard in the forest, and from time to time, the gurgling sounds of birds could be heard from the dense treetops.

Qi Yuanxiu sat up from the bed, pricked up his ears to listen to the noises around him, then stood up and dug out a dagger from the soil in the corner.

The dagger was left to him by his younger brother a few days ago for him to use for self-defense. The knife was extremely sharp.

He took the dagger, quietly walked to a corner of the hut and began to dig the soil.

When they dug half a meter deep, they dragged out a hard human-shaped object.

After Qi Yuanxiu dragged it out, he untied the rag wrapped around it, and a blackened male corpse was revealed, emitting an extremely foul smell.

The male corpse belonged to Yu Langtou’s second brother, who had just died two days ago.

The night before yesterday, he dug him out of the grave and secretly hid him at home.

Yu Langtou’s second brother was about the same height as him and also had his right leg broken.

It was simply God's mercy on him, he was not destined to die!

He must seize this opportunity to escape!

In order to cover up the stench of the corpse, he cut a lot of mugwort in the woods and kept burning it at home on the pretext of fumigating mosquitoes.

Qi Yuanxiu changed the corpse into his own clothes and shoes, then took out a jar of pine oil.

This was what he had saved secretly.

He smeared pine oil on the corpse, especially the face. After that, he placed a stone baby in his arms, pretending to hug it tightly.

He had carved that stone doll based on Xuan'er's appearance, and Xuan'er liked it very much.

Finally, he piled dry firewood on the corpse to make it look like he was burning himself.

Once the body starts burning, it won't be long before the house catches fire.

After Qi Yuanxiu set the corpse on fire, he quietly went out and closed the door tightly.

The surroundings were silent and pitch black.

He crouched down and limped towards the forest behind the village.

The fire would soon attract people's attention, and he had to run into the depths of the jungle as quickly as possible.

He heard from his younger brother about the small mountain village called Tuniu Village. As long as they crossed the Black Cloud Mountain, they would be able to find the village quickly.