And she can only smile bitterly. She doesn't know whether to blame her mother, or herself, or both, because she was born of her mother. With such a selfish mother, where is she better?

So she and her shameless and selfish are from the bone.

So whether it's Xiaoqing or March, they are the same people, but she is not.

So no matter how they go, they can't get to one place, and they can't go the same way.

Then she put her hand on her chest and felt the silver bills. She stuffed the bags on the table into her own.

People are gone. What is she still doing here and spending money here? She also wants to leave here and find a good business for herself. If she is known, she is not rich but sold.

She has been sold once. Do you want to be sold a second time?

When she came out, she saw several people coming to her. She quickly hid to one side, and those people were closer to here.

"Did I see Xiao Huang just now?"

Big brother Huang said.

They all come out of prison, and none of them is good. All of them are the same as beggars. But no matter what, they are really the survivors of a disaster. There must be good luck behind them.

It's just that they never thought that when they go back, what is waiting for them is not a good thing, but homeless.

Soon after they left, Xiaohuang came out with her bag.

"Well, you wait."

All of a sudden, someone stopped her behind her, and let Xiao Huang's steps stagger for a moment, and then ran forward like crazy. As soon as she ran, the man ran.

This one ran after another, one killed without stopping, and the other ran to death without rest.

Until he ran into a execution alley.

There's no way ahead, but it's no good going back.

Xiao Huang hugs her bundle, trembling and retreating to the back from time to time. She recognizes that this is the hostess, but what she pursues her for is nothing she has done.

She didn't get the money, and she didn't take an extra line from the inn.

"I said," what are you running for? "

The second one gasped for breath, which was not enough to run.

"What are you doing after me

Xiaohuang is almost crying, she is holding the burden in her arms, thinking, this person will not know, she still has two or two hundred silver things, but she is also revealing what wealth, how do these people know?

"Can I chase you if you don't run?"

"Can you run without chasing me?"

Two people so in running and chasing, arguing for half a day, but still did not come up with a reason.

This is what happens when you encounter a solid eye.

I really don't know what they are doing and what to argue about when they are here?

The waiter took out one thing from himself and shook it. "Someone gave it to you."

"Give it to me?"

Xiao Huang pointed to her face and said, "what do you give me? Who gave it to me?"

who will give her something? It's not because she dropped it, but it's not her thing.

"From the nobles."

The waiter put the things on the ground. "You can take it yourself," he said. He tapped on his shoulder again. His mouth was also muttering, "how can a girl run like this?"

If it wasn't for the noble man who gave him five Liang silver and asked him to give it to her, he would have run for such a long time because of his brain disease.

It's not a fairyland. Why should he go after her.

When Xiao Huang heard the word "noble people", she already knew who those noble people were?

they were not green, and these were given to her by Xiaoqing?

However, she didn't understand why she didn't give it to her in person.

and then she remembered that even her face had never thought of seeing her

she quickly walked over and picked up the small bag on the ground.

Then she sat to one side, put the bundle on her lap and opened it again.

There are some clothes in the bag, and

A silver note.

A five hundred taels of silver.

It's 500 taels of silver, plus what she has, it's 700 taels. With 700 taels, she can live well even if she doesn't do anything in her life.

But

She suddenly hugged the bundle and buried her face in it. Only her shoulders were shaking from time to time.

And the outside of those peddling sound is also more up, faintly can also hear those people's voice.

Ordinary and ordinary, plain and light.As usual, no one has changed.

Inside the carriage, the little fox had already shrunk to one side of the quilt and fell asleep. He felt his small head carefully, "you don't care about her. How can you give her money?"

Shen Qingci opened his eyes,

"I don't know."

"Maybe..." What did she suddenly think of?

How do you say that? After all, it is in those difficult days that we had a hard time together. This is the only thing she can give her, but it is also limited to this.

March is something she can arrange. After all, this is what she promised to March, and March is pure in nature, and she can keep her with her.

But Xiao Huang can't.

Greed and selfishness are her nature.

And she doesn't leave such people.

With that money, no matter where Xiaohuang is, she can make a good living and buy herself a house. For example, they only have 200 liang of silver in Huangyang village, so they can be confident. Xiaohuang has 700 taels, which is enough for her to buy a house and dozens of acres of farmland to become a landlady.

As for how to live in the future, it's just Xiao Huang's own business.

Shen Qingci opened the curtain of the carriage. As soon as the curtain was opened, it seemed that there was a familiar cold wind coming from it. It also confused the white hair on the little fox. The little fox may also feel cold. Then he got up and hid in the quilt.

Brand Heng thought pulled a corner of the quilt, is also covered in its body, this is a small fox sleep comfortable.

Shen Qingci looked back at the quilt.

She was born in the snow mountain, grew up on the snow mountain, and grew a whole body of hair. She didn't say how cold she was. The hairy one got cold first.

She was lying on the top of the carriage window, looking at the distance from time to time. This kind of wind with snow and cold was only seen in Changlin. Because of the snow mountain, the wind there is the same all the year round.

The people there have lived there for generations, so they are used to this place, and they have their own local conditions and customs. One side of the soil and water supplies the other side of the people.

If she is right, the snow mountain can't be blown up casually, and it's not that she can blow up other people's mountains when she gets some gunpowder. If not, it will really affect the terrain here.

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