Strange Worlds: The Sequence

"A Yue, remember to move all these."

In the wharf where people come and go, porters in short brown clothes are constantly carrying goods to the ship.

Supervisor Zhang directed the actions of the porters, moving rice bags and wooden boxes in an orderly manner.

Among the porters, there was a tall figure who stood out from the crowd, at least half a head taller than the people next to him, and he carried far more goods on his shoulders than the others.

What's even more incredible is.

This is a woman.

Murong Yue heard the supervisor's words, and looked in the direction he pointed, the goods on the carriage were piled up to the brim, and looked very heavy.

Withdrawing his gaze, Murong Yue continued to walk forward, sweat dripping on the ground, soon evaporated by the sun.

Everyone else carried a truckload of goods with seven or eight people, only Murong Yue had to carry a truckload by himself.

It's not that Supervisor Zhang is targeting her.

On the contrary, this is what Murong Yue himself requested.

Because the more she moves, the more money she gets, and the more she can eat.

Murong Yue hadn't had enough to eat for half a month.

Pedestrians passing by looked sideways, they had never seen such a tall woman.

Facing everyone's pointing and pointing, Murong Yue didn't respond, and continued to carry the goods wheezing.

Murong Yue grew up very fast since he was a child. When he encountered this situation at the beginning, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart and hid from seeing people. Later, he was afraid of being hungry, and his mind was only thinking about eating.

As for other gossip, she doesn't care about these things, as long as you don't go hungry.

At sunset, the people on the pier were almost dispersed.

It was going to be dark soon, and all the goods had been moved, Supervisor Zhang walked to Murong Yue's side, and gave her today's wages.

"Take it."

Murong Yue took the cloth bag, poured out the silver and two copper coins inside, put it in his bosom, and returned the cloth bag to Supervisor Zhang.

"Thank you uncle."

"Thank you so much, go back and eat well, don't be hungry."

Supervisor Zhang looked at the girl whom he had watched and grew up with, feeling pity in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, but found that he couldn't reach Murong Yue's shoulder, so he retracted his hand embarrassingly, and put his hands behind his back.

"Ah Yue, you shouldn't stay here with a talent like yours, go to practice martial arts, that's your way out."

"Working as a porter at the dock all day, you can't earn much money."

Murong Yue lowered his head and didn't speak.

It's not that she hasn't been to the martial arts gym before. She was hungry for half a year and saved money to pay homage to the martial arts gym. As a result, after two consecutive months, she didn't even get an introduction to martial arts, and was finally kicked out.

"Uncle, I'm hungry."

Supervisor Zhang sighed, and said helplessly, "Go, go, be careful on the road."

Leaving the pier, Murong Yue found a small stall behind his own street and sat down.

The tables and chairs here are very small, making it uncomfortable for Murong Yue to sit on.

But the food here is cheap, and she can eat more.

"Grandma, pickles and steamed buns."

Only at this time, Murong Yue's voice will be higher, full of joy, because this is the happiest time of her day.

She hummed a song her mother had taught her and waited for the food to arrive.

"Come on, come on."

The stall owner is an old woman with gray temples. A few years ago, her son suffered from epilepsy and was paralyzed at home, and her wife passed away again. She had to come out to make a living by herself.

A drawer of steamed buns was brought out, hot and steaming.

Murong Yue swallowed, and impatiently picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Grandma patted Murong Yue on the back, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

After all, I hurried back to continue steaming steamed buns.

That drawer of steamed buns was enough to feed several people, but Grandma knew that it was just an appetizer for this child.

As time went by, there were more and more vacant bamboo grates beside Murong Yue, so that the grandmother had to take back the bamboo grates after eating, because the remaining bamboo grate had been used up.

The sky was getting dark, and Grandma was already sweating profusely.

"Grandma, I'm full."

Murong Yue put down the bamboo grate, then used the remaining half of the steamed bun to suck up the pickles on the dish, and then threw it into his mouth.

"Okay, come again next time."

"good."

Murong Yue got up to leave, turned her head and touched her flat belly, feeling depressed.

Not full.

It's just that her wages today are only in the early half and early twos, and she has already spent all of them.

Half a tael of silver is already a lot, and ordinary porters only earn a few tens of cash a day.

Granny's life is not easy, so Murong Yue will leave consciously every time the money is spent.

Walking on the way home, I smelled the fragrance from the road ahead, and my mouth kept secreting saliva.

Unconsciously speeding up his pace, Murong Yue found out that it was a wonton stall. Big wontons with thin skin and thick meat were thrown into the pot, exuding an attractive aroma in the crystal clear soup.

His stomach growled again, since his mother passed away, Murong Yue never ate wonton again.

For nothing else, wontons are too expensive.

The money for a bowl of wontons is enough to buy a dozen steamed buns.

The wontons are not very filling.

After reluctantly looking at the wonton stand, Murong Yue forced himself to turn around.

When you go home and go home, you won’t want to eat if you can’t see it.

"Girl, come and have a bowl of wontons, our wontons are delicious!"

Although the stall owner was surprised by Murong Gao's tall figure, he still tried to greet her.

The leaving figure paused.

Murong Yue scooped up a wonton, put it in his mouth and blew it, and then lightly bit off half of it, the deliciousness of the wonton filling and the slippery feeling of the wonton skin are really wonderful.

Woohoo, how can it be so delicious.

After gulping down the soup in the bowl, Murong Yue smacked his mouth contentedly.

After a while, she suddenly reacted.

A bowl of wonton costs more than ten yuan, which means that she has eaten less than a dozen steamed buns.

Annoyance and regret welled up in my heart.

Even the wontons I ate just now are not fragrant.

"Staller, bring ten more bowls of wontons and serve them to this girl."

A gentle male voice sounded, Murong Yue looked in the direction of the voice, he was a handsome gentleman, he looked like a scholar, but he was carrying a long knife behind his back.

"Thank you, I will definitely return the money to you."

Murong Yue wept with a mournful face, his voice was like a mosquito.

At first Murong Yue resolutely refused, but when the stall owner brought out the wontons, Murong Yue only saw the steaming wontons in his eyes.

After eating, Murong Yue regained his sanity, and was in a daze.

This person is too bad, he only ate less than a dozen steamed buns, but now he has to eat less than a hundred.

Murong Yue was about to become depressed.

Chen Yuyan sat across from her holding the knife, laughing from the bottom of her heart.

Why is this girl so funny.

"Tell you that you don't need to pay back the money, I'm here to find you."

"ah?"

Just now Murong Yue was so engrossed in eating wontons that he didn't hear what Chen Yuyan said clearly.

Chen Yuyan didn't care, approached her with a smile, and said it again:

"Your mother is a close friend of the elders in my family. She asked our family to take good care of you before she passed away."

"Then why don't I come here?"

Thanks to book friends Yushanyoufeng, Mengruofanghua, Nanchang and book friends 20220310184135963 for their recommendation tickets

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