The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 50 The Hungry Boy

Three copper plates were placed at the door of Zheng Nian's room.

Ye Xuan left.

It was inexplicable when it came, and it was silent when it left.

Zheng Nian, who was squatting at the gate of the Temple of Good and Evil, was eating porridge, watching his old lady presenting bowls of porridge to people passing by.

Zheng Nian yawned. Alcohol is a gut poison, and the next morning he had a migraine and an upset stomach. If it wasn't for this bowl of hot porridge, it would have been several times more uncomfortable.

No, no, no more, quit drinking today.

Just about to swear an oath to make up his mind, he heard several people arguing.

"Eating so much and still eating, what about the people behind?" A man wearing a green straw hat said angrily.

Zheng Nian tilted his head to look, the young man opposite was very strange.

It was already November now, and the young man, who was only about twenty years old, was only wearing a linen singlet, no socks on his feet, only a pair of broken hemp shoes, and the toes of his left foot were still exposed.

There is a broken wooden knife on his back, and a slit for his eyes.A bronze arm holds the bowl.

The old lady dissuaded, "It's okay, just drink a few more bowls, there are still some in the house."

"Aunt Yu, you should keep an eye on this kind of person! Just by looking at me, I've already drunk seven or eight bowls."

Zheng Nian snorted, this person is too idle, and the drinking is not from your family, and my mother doesn't feel sorry for you. You have so many shits.

He stood up, pushed the two of them aside, put his arms around the squint-eyed boy, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." The boy lowered his head, his dark yellow cheeks were slightly red, and handed over the bowl, "I won't drink."

"Tell me when you're hungry." Zheng Nian walked out with his arms around the boy, waving his hands, "Go home when mom is done, I'm off to work."

"Slow down on the road!"

Bringing the boy to the noodle stall, Zheng Nian sat cross-legged on the bench, "Sit down."

"Don't sit down." The boy stood outside the noodle stall, his hands were purple from the cold, and his right hand was firmly grasping the wooden knife behind him, without even looking at him, just staring at the floor.

"Why don't you sit down?" Zheng Nian was puzzled.

The boy remained silent.

"This noodle is delicious." Zheng Nian burped, the stench was suffocating, and he felt his stomach rolling.

"I can't afford it." The boy still lowered his head and said.

Zheng Nian was a little surprised that he would say such a sentence. He put his hands on his abdomen and said softly, "I treat you to eat, you don't need to spend money."

"I don't want anything I don't buy myself. I don't eat noodles that I don't buy myself."

The boy's eyes suddenly became firm.

Zheng Nian frowned, and was about to ask, but saw a younger child running over from the side.

The child was dirty, probably about seven or eight years old, his face was covered with soup, Zheng Nian suddenly asked, "Did he eat those seven or eight bowls just now?"

"Yes." The boy said.

"Brother!" The child hugged the boy's leg, "I...hungry..."

The young man patted the child's head, "Tong'er bear with it, we will go to the store later to buy food."

"Yeah." Tong'er closed her mouth.

Zheng Nian looked at Tong'er, "Shall I treat him to eat?"

"If you invite him, you want me to pay it back, because I am his elder brother." The boy said.

"Then when you have money, will you treat me to noodles?" Zheng Nian asked.

"Okay, I invite you." The boy said.

"Can I sit this time?" Zheng Nian asked.

The teenager sat at the table with Tong'er.

"How many bowls to eat?" the boy asked.

"You can buy me as many bowls as you want." Zheng Nian said with a smile.

"Xiaoer, here are ten bowls of noodles." The boy said.

Xiao Er was displeased when he saw the young man at first, but after seeing Zheng Nian, he smiled all over his face, hurriedly ordered the food, and then went to the table and took off the cloth to wipe it, "Boss Zheng, I won't drink anything today. What time?"

Zheng Nian tilted his head, propped his head on one hand and looked at the wine displayed on the wine cabinet, "I quit."

"Boss, did you drink too much last night?" Xiaoer is a smart person, and he can tell Zheng Nian's state at a glance.

"Well, it's uncomfortable." Zheng Nian wrinkled his face together, rubbed his stomach, and took a sip of hot tea.

"Let's have a pot of Gou Gou again this morning, after the aftertaste, it won't be uncomfortable today." Xiaoer said.

"Really?" Zheng Nian asked.

"Really! I have tried all kinds of spirits." Xiaoer said.

"Have a pot." Zheng Nian made a decision.

After the wine was warmed up, Zheng Nian filled it up for the young man in front of him. Before the young man could speak first, he said to himself, "Will you buy me a drink when you have money?"

"Okay, I invite you." The boy raised his glass.

This sake is no better than the apricot blossom wine at home or the gourd wine in Yinglao's gourd. This kind of sake is not intoxicating even if it is dried directly, let alone a pot. Generally, only girls will drink this kind of wine.

A pot of sake and ten bowls of noodles.

Zheng Nian took a few sips of wine and left, leaving the two of them to continue eating.

Of course, it was impossible for Zheng Nian to think that two people who combined were less than 30 years old would not be full after eating ten bowls of noodles.

Entering the gate of the yamen, Xin Delong quietly appeared behind the door like a ghost, startling Zheng Nian.

"Ah! Master! What are you doing here?" Zheng Nian shuddered.

Xin Delong's huge body was bent on the ground, his big black face was facing the wall, and his curved butt was probably as wide as six doors.

Come together.

Xin Delong poked the crickets in the bowl with a stick.

"Oh." The old man sighed, with a confused look on his face.

"Master, two more corpses were found last night, plus the one originally found in Changle County, there are three." Zheng Nian said.

"Oh." Xin Delong frowned.

"Did Jing Zhaoyin take office today? How about I go through the transfer of the case?" Zheng Nian asked.

"Ah Nian." Xin Delong hugged his knees.

Zheng Nian wondered, "Huh?"

"Why do you think this cricket can't beat others?" Xin Delong wondered.

"Master, did you go last night?" Zheng Nian asked.

"Go!" Xin Delong turned his head, his big black face covered the sky, and he said with aggrieved expression, "The first time I fought, I was directly beaten to death by the dog at the gate of the Changle County Yamen! People were killed! Isn't that the whole thing?"

Zheng Nian swallowed, "Where was that person later?"

"My lord, I am a person of etiquette, so naturally I won't do anything." Xin Delong thought for a while, "I also trampled its crickets to death."

'It must be you, sir. Zheng Nian admired his master from the bottom of his heart, he is indeed a ruthless person, "Master, what are you studying here now?"

"Master said that the most important thing for a cricket is to train. I'm not here to practice this thing, but I let this thing go forward and it won't move." Xin Delong started to push it.

The strength of his hands, let alone a cricket, was unbearable to a cow. After pushing three steps, the cricket's head was in front of the bowl, but his body was still in place.

"His grandma is a bear, what the hell is this?" Xin Delong stomped on the bowl angrily, "Don't play anymore, this thing is as brittle as paper. It will shatter when you touch it."

Zheng Nian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly followed, "Master, what about the corpse?"

"Send it to Jing Zhaoyin, and the case will be handed over." Xin Delong stood by the lotus pond and watched the master fishing not far away. Buy me a good cricket."

Zheng Nian didn't dare to tell the master that you are a person who contradicts what you say, so he took the money resentfully, turned around to prepare for the handover, and just turned the corner when he heard the master speak in a tepid way.

"The cricket is dead."

After a while.

"Kick fish?"

Xin Delong cursed loudly, "Why are you number one?"

"Cricket food."

"The crickets still have to eat?" Xin Delong scratched his head, as if he had encountered the biggest problem in his life.

　Three more tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)