The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

　　 Mark’s sons are holding a pottery bowl in their hands and staring at the lizard broth in the pot.

　　 Mark took this scene into his eyes and couldn't help smiling lovingly on his face.

　　 He thought for a while, and said to his wife, "Go and take out the snow salt I bought last time."

　　 Snow salt is a new product from the grocery store in the village these days. I don’t know where Lord Lord got such white salt, like snowflakes, without any bitterness.

As soon as 　　 was launched, it was enthusiastically sought after by the "upper people" in Nisai Village.

　　 So its price is not low, it can be called high.

　　 Mark also has the confidence to buy a little snow salt because of his son Kerry Mark’s increasing remuneration.

　　 The original plan was to put it at home in case of emergency.

　　 When the distinguished guest arrives, for example, when his son Kerry's friend in the guard comes over, he can show the snow salt to show his respect and value.

　　 I don’t want Mark to want to use the snow salt today, which makes his wife look distressed, "This..."

　　 "Take it out! Hard work for so long, let the kids taste it!"

　　 "Okay!" What else Mark's wife wanted to say, her sons cheered.

　　 So Mark’s wife stopped insisting, and in a hidden corner, she took out a shriveled little bag.

　　 Mark’s wife first wiped her hands on her body, then stretched out two fingers, pinched a little white salt in the bag, and threw it into the broth in the clay pot.

　　 "Add a little more." Mark pursed his lips.

　　 Mark's wife gave her husband a blank look, then pinched a little more from the shriveled bag and threw it into the broth.

　　 "Add a little more! A little more!" Mark said, a little dissatisfied with his wife's stinginess.

　　 Mark's wife gave her husband an angry look, then angrily squeezed some more snow salt and threw it into the clay pot.

　　 Mark suddenly exclaimed distressedly, "Enough! Enough! What do you do with so much!"

　　 Mark's wife snorted and hid the bag.

　　Mark is still distressed about the amount of snow salt. While stirring the lizard broth with a pottery spoon, he still scolds his wife, "Isn't there any money for snow salt?"

　　 Mark's wife pouted her lips and did not reply.

　　Mark is very helpless. The raw rice has already been cooked. What use is it for?

　　 He closed his mouth and spooned a bowl of broth for his wife, son, and himself.

　　 One bowl per person, the portion is just right!

　　 The clay pot is empty.

Mark poured warm water into it and continued to cook on the red clay stove. Then he took a loaf of green bread baked with a mixture of sweet powder and rye, cut it into several slices, and placed it in a clay pot. Rise, and slowly soak soft.

　　 At this time, Mark picked up his clay bowl and was about to take a sip.

　　 One of his sons couldn't control his mouth anymore, and drank his mouth regardless of the hot broth.

　　 "It's hot!" As soon as he put the broth into his mouth, the son couldn't help but screamed, and a trace of broth came out of his mouth.

　　 "Father, it's so hot! So salty!" The son's face was full of happiness.

　　Mark looked at it, and suddenly felt dumbfounded!

　　 If such days can go on, that would be great!

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　　 The slums of Patras-in a run-down and old double-story wooden building in the Bronx, in the cold hut where Adams lived.

　　 The Adams family of five, plus the Smiths and Colliss who came out of the small village of Nisai, are tightly surrounded.

　　 Among them, there is a thin candle with black smoke, the flame is faint, bringing insignificant light to the cold room, and also a little bit of heat to the dozen people.

　　 A dozen people are speechless, desperate and numb.

　　 The candle burned quietly with a slow and firm attitude.

　　Time is like the wind, blowing into the hut without mercy, and then leaving without reluctance.

　　 Soon, the thin candle burned to the end and was about to burn out.

　　 Kyle Adams was embarrassed for a while, tangled, and wanted to stand up.

　　 "Kyle, what are you going to do?" Adams noticed his son's abnormality and asked coldly.

　　 Although Adams wanted to maintain his father's majestic posture, his weak speech and hoarse voice revealed his weakness.

　　 "...The candle is almost burnt out! I'm going to get a new one!" Kyle Adams tangled a bit, and then answered truthfully.

　　 In the dim light, the eyes of other people swept over, with different expressions.

　　 "No!" Adams denied without hesitation.

　　 Other people's eyes suddenly darkened.

　　 "Father, I'm cold!" Kyle Adams begged.

　　 "You are not the only one who feels cold! Go to bed! It won't be cold anymore when you fall asleep!" Adams's voice sounded so ruthless.

　　 Kyle Adams's eyes dimmed.

It may be that Adams felt that he was speaking hard, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes, he hesitated, and a wry smile of despair appeared on his face, "Viscount Grinn took away the city construction fee of each of us a Pisg coin. The whole winter is still very long, we must save some use and wait for the arrival of spring!"

　　 Smith and the Colliss were silent.

　　 It is Viscount Grinn’s successive exploitation of various names, and the slum villains continue to blackmail them, making their reserves less and less.

　　 The three families who originally lived independently, in order to save the cost of accommodation and keep a group for warmth, the three families chose to live together and share the cost together.

　　 In the snowy winter, even the fire is unwilling to burn, so I spend the long cold night with a candle every night.

　　 Another son of Adams, Rick Adams suddenly cried, "Father, I'm hungry!"

　　 Food is also expenditure that needs to be controlled.

　　 from noon to now~www.ltnovel.com~ Rick Adams only ate a little bit of mush, which was still mixed with sawdust and chaff.

　　 Hearing this, other people's eyes swept over again, with longing in their eyes.

　　 Adams didn’t feel like it, but he could only say with a straight face, "Rick, you have eaten it! We have all eaten today’s dinner! No more! We can only wait for tomorrow! Go to bed."

　　Rick's tears fell when he heard it, and he cried, "Father, I'm so hungry, my stomach is cutting like a knife..."

　　 Adams's wife, Rick's mother felt distressed and said, "Or just make a little bit more muddle and eat."

　　 Adams almost agreed, but reason still made him hard-hearted. He relentlessly said, "No! What will we eat tomorrow! What will we eat afterwards! What will we do this winter?"

　　 Everyone's eyes are dark.

　　 Rick Adams threw himself in his mother's arms, and a whining voice came.

　　 "Woo woo... I really want to be under Lord Baron, Lord Baron never makes us hungry!"

　　 It's okay to say other things, and when I talk about this Adams, I get angry.

　　 He roared and scolded his son, "If you miss, go back! Maybe you can see your respected Baron William in the belly of those lizardmen. I take it as we have never seen it!"

　　 Rick Adams cried even louder when he was scolded by Adams.

　　 The more I cried, the more upset Adams became.

　　 He cursed fiercely, "Don't cry! Get out of the cry and cry!"

　　 Rick suddenly closed his cry, and twitched his body.

　　 Adams appeared to be more upset and irritable, holding his breath in his chest, but he couldn't vent.

　　 shouldn’t be like this!

Not appropriate!