You rascal, stop right there!

The evening wind is strong in the suburbs.

The white peas were a little cold.

He just hadn't figured out how to face Ling Shumo at night, so he walked alone from the street to the outskirts of the city.

I don’t know when it started, but I became so cowardly that even Brother Zichen is afraid to see me.

I stopped suddenly and realized that this seemed to be a somewhat old courtyard.

"Boss! Boss! Boss!"

This series of calls made someone turn around suddenly.

Bai Wan suddenly saw Zhang Pin in red calling her with a smile on his face.

This stuff!

Zhang Pin bowed towards him respectfully, holding an ordinary white cloth bag in his hand, which seemed to contain some large biscuits and grains.

He remembered that he had asked this person to resettle those refugees who were detained for no reason in the capital city outside the city. It seemed that this was the place?

This kid is still waiting for the antidote that I give him regularly!

It's just some wall dust, flour, and rabbit shit made to fool people.

Bai Wan looked at him and asked, "What do you want from me?"

On this side, Zhang Pin asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Isn't the boss here to see how the younger one can place them?"

Makes sense!

Bai Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and had to follow the man into the dilapidated yard.

"How many people are there? Are they all here?" he asked.

Zhang Pin walked over and said to him, "About a hundred of them! Boss, they are such big eaters. How long do I have to feed them?"

After saying that, he looked at the people around him with grievance, and then was glared back at.

"When the ban in the capital is lifted, we will no longer care about it!"

Bai Wan walked in and looked around. It was so dilapidated but clean and tidy, and everything was in good order.

Moreover, those refugees did not eat for free. They were just temporarily accommodated and during the day they went to the county towns near the capital to perform and do odd jobs.

However, some elderly, weak, women and children who are unable to work will still stay here, because their travel permits have not been approved, and if they enter the city, no inn or house will take them in.

Zhang Pin thought it was very strange. This man had a weak and pretty face and acted like a rogue. And yet he liked to do such saintly things.

I really don't understand it at all.

As Bai Wan walked, he heard a sweet little girl's voice approaching not far away.

"Oh, it's Grandpa Bai!"

The man smiled slightly. This little girl is very sensible!

The old woman who had taken care of the child smiled when she saw him, and said with some gratitude: "Is Mr. Bai here? You see, we haven't prepared anything. Just this little soup..."

Zhang Pin's eyes widened. He had paid for all the food and drink utensils here, so what was he going to do?

Bai Wan looked at the simple stove in front of him and the clay pot, which seemed to have some green soup boiling inside.

"What is this?" he couldn't help but ask.

"There aren't many vegetables, so I went to dig up some wild peas nearby and made some soup. It's July and the fruits are ripe now." The old woman said lightly.

Vetch?

Bai Wan smiled: "Come to think of it, my name also comes from peas?"

He was given this name by Old Man Bai because he was holding a pea seedling in his hand.

As he said this, he swallowed the bowl of soup in his hand, only to find it a bit bland and lacking in flavor.

The little girl couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, is the food my aunt made delicious?"

This name really leads people astray.

However, Bai Wan smiled with great satisfaction: "Of course it's delicious, Grandpa, I've never eaten such delicious soup."

The old woman looked at this man and felt warm in her heart.

They couldn't afford more salt, so the soup was actually bland.

I don’t know how much time passed.

There was some laughter and joy in this suburban house.

"Xiaoliang, why did your mother give you this name?" He said with a smile while looking at the little girl.

The little girl named Xiaoliang grabbed his sleeve and said, "My aunt said that my grandpa and grandma died of plague and famine, so she named me Liang so that I could grow up with enough food."

Bai Wan immediately smiled and said, "They are right. You are quite fat now!"

"Grandpa Bai!" The person opposite pouted.

Apparently, even a little girl of only a few years old cannot stand others belittling her appearance.

"Grandpa Bai, if you talk like that, you won't be able to find a wife in the future!" Xiaoliang said with a straight face, "No girl wants to hear you say that!"

White Pea teased: "You are just a little brat, what kind of girl are you!"

The little girl suddenly became unhappy and threw herself into the arms of the old woman, who was her aunt.

Seeing the warmth between the family, Bai Wan felt a little envious. He looked at the old, weak, women and children around him with boredom:

"I'm actually a painter. Do you want to draw a picture for me?"

“But it’s free!”

He smiled.

This person thought very clearly. The final palace examination for painters was just a few days away. Coming out to paint something different would be a good opportunity to change his mood and improve his painting skills.

Compared with the prosperous dignitaries, he prefers to paint the ordinary people in the streets.

He always carried picture albums and brushes with him. Apart from the difficulty in obtaining paint, it was easy for him to paint a monochrome portrait.

In this scene, many people are looking at him.

Beggars, jugglers, craftsmen, storytellers, peddlers, mothers with children, old people with coughs, or some ruffians like myself who don't want to go out and cheat people.

The rise of white pea painting makes me feel that these people are vivid, interesting and very cute.

But as he was painting, he vaguely discovered that the composition of the people in the whole painting was very dazzling.

Or maybe it can’t be said to be dazzling, but the composition and brushwork are somewhat familiar.

What was even more shocking was that the little boy seemed to be holding a green pea seedling in his hand.

He didn't know why, but he felt as if something had got into his ears.

"... spare the fire..."

"...Mutton soup..."

"...and bone rot..."

The pen in my hand suddenly stopped.

"Did you hear any sound?" Bai Wan asked puzzledly.

The people around shook their heads, indicating that they didn't hear any sound at all.

"... picking vetch... picking vetch... how to make soup..."

Bai Wan was sure that he had heard this sound.

But looking at the people around me, it seems that I am still the only one who can hear it.

He has been reading and learning to read for a long time now, and has read quite a lot of poetry and prose, so how could he not know the meaning of these words.

But I don’t understand why I heard it at this moment.

This is really too weird and too terrifying!

Bai Wan was so frightened that his face turned pale and the hand holding the pen couldn't help shaking.

what are these?

His hands were very cold, as if he had been hit on the head by something, and he felt very uncomfortable. It was as if there was a huge torch burning in his heart, and he uttered a short whimper in pain.

"Boss! What's wrong with you?" Zhang Pin was startled.

Although the people around him didn't understand what was happening, they were all frightened and came forward to support him, even Zhang Pin.

"... picking vetch... picking vetch... how to make soup..."

The bursts of sound made his head feel a little dizzy.

Bai Wan suddenly fell to his knees!

Maybe it was because he was too excited, but his face was abnormally pale.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood...