Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 211 Treating her like a beggar (Gageng)

I don't know how far I walked, Yang Jiayin only felt that her legs were going to be useless, so she found a seemingly cheap inn, and planned to rest for two days before talking.

In the past half a month, the scraps of silver she carried had already been used up, but she was still very far away from Yongquan Village. If this continued, she didn't know when she would reach Yongquan Village, and whether she would starve to death on the way.

Whether they can arrive alive is still a question.

She turned it over, and there were only a few copper coins on her body.

If this continues, we can only sleep in the wild tonight.

Yang Jiayin stood at the railing on the second floor, watching the guests in the lobby who were having breakfast. Several waiters shuttled among them with plates, nodding and smiling from time to time to cater to the guests.

He took a look at the food on Xiao Er's plate, but it was nothing more than a few steamed buns, a few bowls of clear porridge, and two plates of pickled vegetables.

However, she still swallowed.

I haven't eaten a full meal for several days.

She went downstairs in a hurry and reached out to stop a mistress, "Little Er, how much is this kind of breakfast?"

Xiao Er looked her up and down, and saw that although her clothes were neat, they were shabby.

I thought, it must be a poor man.

He pursed his lips, pointed to the porridge shed outside, and said kindly, "Girl, if you are hungry, go there and have a look."

Looking along Xiaoer's finger, Yang Jiayin only saw a thatched hut.

After saying thank you for some unknown reason, he lifted his foot and went out.

In the thatched shed, two women were sitting bored. There were several large wooden barrels in front of them. They didn't know what they were inside.

"Excuse me, what's in it?"

Yang Jiayin asked politely, pointing to the barrel.

However, the two women didn't raise their eyes to look at her at all. They just waved their hands and said impatiently, "It's not time for dinner yet. Go, go, and wait in line next to you."

Yang Jiayin frowned, only then did he see a long queue beside him.

Looking at the people in line, all holding bowls in their hands, looking expectantly at several large wooden barrels.

Among them were a few disheveled beggars who also stood in the line holding chipped bowls and stretched their necks to look around.

This is……

Yang Jiayin hurriedly asked a middle-aged woman in line next to her, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

"Is the girl a foreigner?"

Hearing that Yang Jiayin seemed to have a foreign accent, the middle-aged woman smiled kindly, and explained to her holding the bowl in her hand, "This is a porridge shed! Every winter, the county government will set up a porridge shed so that people who can't eat The poor who have eaten here receive porridge for free."

After hearing the middle-aged woman's explanation, Yang Jiayin was embarrassed for a while.

Let me go, just now that Xiao Er clearly regarded her as a beggar who couldn't even afford to cook? !

However, looking down, it seems that I really can't afford to eat in this state.

She hurriedly nodded her thanks, and went back to the inn in embarrassment.

Seeing that she came back again, Xiao Er asked with concern, "Why, does the girl have no utensils?"

As he spoke, he handed an empty bowl in his hand to her, "Take it and use it first, and return it quickly when you're done, otherwise I'll be in trouble if the shopkeeper finds out."

Yang Jiayin blushed for a while.

"No, no need."

She waved her hands hurriedly, and then asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, do you still need staff in the kitchen of your inn?"

Even if it's a chef who doesn't need to cook, at least she can stay and help with chores.

It doesn't need a lot of money, just take care of food for a few days, and then she will think of other ways to get some money and continue on the road.

(End of this chapter)