The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

At this time, the woodcutter's waist was bent a little because of the bundle of firewood on his back. He originally planned to walk into the inn in front of him. He turned around when he heard the butcher shop owner's words behind him.

He wiped the sweat on his face with the back of his withered hand, and then showed a generous smile to the butcher shop owner:

"Yeah, the weather has been dry recently, so I just cut more."

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the woodcutter was covered in a yellowish-brown color from the sun, and the clothes on his body were also ordinary coarse linen.

Several patches were sewn with poor stitching, his face was covered in sweat, and his head was wrapped in a very dirty sweat towel.

However, in a small town where there are not many monks, there are too many mortals dressed like this.

The butcher shop owner seemed to know the woodcutter in front of him, he smiled and then wrapped a piece of pork with two lotus leaves and delivered it to the woodcutter.

"Hey, take it, this is what's left over from a pig you just sold."

"No, no, I don't have the money for your pork."

The woodcutter hurriedly waved his hand to push him away, but the butcher’s mouth seemed a little displeased, he just pulled the woodcutter and put the lotus leaf wrapped in pork on his hand, and then suddenly turned his face and smiled, patted the woodcutter’s shoulder sincerely and walked away Go back to your butcher shop.

The woodcutter also grinned with the pork given by the butcher shop owner, shook his head helplessly, then turned around and walked into the inn with the firewood on his back.

The shopkeeper of the inn and the woodcutter also frequented each other, and they readily accepted the wood that the woodcutter cut, and then settled the silver taels and handed them over to the woodcutter.

The woodcutter holding the silver tael thanked him repeatedly, and put the silver tael and the lotus leaf wrapped in pork into his arms with one hand, and walked out of the inn as if he was carrying some treasure.

After passing the inn and turning to another street, the woodcutter walked quickly to his home outside the city.

However, she saw a little girl in the same tattered clothes as herself pulling the clothes of a man in Chinese clothes, and pitifully begging the man in Chinese clothes to give her some money to buy food with a crying voice.

"Where did the little beggar come from, and I don't know who this young master is. Is this silk brocade that you can touch with dirty hands?"

The man in Chinese clothes was showing no mercy at all, looking down at the little girl who was gently pulling him with his fingers in disgust and cursed angrily.

The little girl was originally frightened, but now she was scolded by the man in Chinese clothing, and she immediately let go of the small hand that was pulling the clothes of the man in Chinese clothing, and looked at the man in Chinese clothing timidly as she stepped back.

"sorry Sorry."

The little girl kept apologizing, and she accidentally fell to the ground with an "ouch" under her feet.

It may be because the palm of the hand hit the stone on the ground, the little girl's big eyes immediately overflowed with tears, and she looked very pitiful.

The woodcutter was hiding behind the haystack far away with the pork that the butcher shop owner gave him in his arms and the silver taels he had brought from chopping wood.

Looking at such a poor little girl, he suddenly had the urge to go out and protect him, but he finally resisted it.

"Little beggar, look for someone to beg and watch in the future. Will a person like this son pity you?"

The man in Chinese clothing glared at the little girl who was sitting on the ground with a look of disgust, patted the place where he was touched by the little girl's hand, and then swaggered away.

The woodcutter watched the girl touch her little hand that was bruised by the stone and climbed up from the ground. Her pair of small shoes were all torn through holes, revealing a toe, and two clear lines hung on her stained face. Tears.

It seems that he was just frightened by the scolding of the man in Chinese clothing. The woodcutter saw the cowardly look on the little girl's face, and lowered her head to avoid the eyes of others.

".‖Ugh……"

The woodcutter sighed and turned away.

After a while, the little girl who really couldn't beg for anything seemed to be too hungry, squatting in a corner under the city with her mouth open and her eyes covered with water mist.

His face was lowered, his two thin shoulders kept shaking.

Just as the tears in the little girl's eyes were about to flow out, two steaming big white steamed buns suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The girl raised her head with a dull little face, but saw the woodcutter in rough linen clothes handing over two big white buns and grinning at herself.

　(Nuo Nuo Zhao) "Good boy, eat quickly."

It turned out that the woodcutter couldn't let the little girl go hungry like this after all, so he went to buy two steamed buns and came back.

Seeing the woodcutter's kind smile, the little girl timidly stretched out her small scratched hand, and took the big white steamed bun from the woodcutter's hand.

While looking at the woodcutter with big bright eyes, he opened his mouth and took a big bite of the big white steamed bun.

Driven by hunger, the little girl ate all the big white steamed buns in her hands, and then glanced at the woodcutter and the other big white steamed buns in his hands with some fear:

"Thank you, thank you..."

If the voice hadn't been for the woodcutter squatting in front of the little girl, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear what he was saying.

"Eat this too."

The woodcutter showed a generous smile and directly handed over the second remaining big white steamed bun. .

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The little girl was already starving, but she refused to contact outsiders because of fear.

Now that the woodcutter handed over another big white steamed bun, the little girl's eyes lit up without any hesitation, she took the steamed bun with both hands and ate it.

The woodcutter looked at the little girl's devoured appearance and stretched out his hand to touch the little girl's head with some tenderness, but he felt a throbbing in his heart.

Unknowingly, he frowned slightly and retracted his hand that hadn't touched the little girl's hair. The woodcutter shook his head, stood up, and re-stored the remaining silver taels from the two steamed buns he had just bought. The lotus leaf wrapped in pork turned to leave.

Before taking a few steps, the woodcutter felt one of his hands being pulled by another soft little hand.

Looking back, I saw that the little girl just now stretched out a hand to grab her, with tears on her face, and looked up at herself timidly.

The woodcutter used the other hand to straighten the sweat towel tied to his forehead, then squatted down and looked at the little girl again.

Maybe he was frightened just now, afraid that if he held the woodcutter's hand like this, he might be scolded for a while.