The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

In order to collect firewood, he bent down countless times yesterday, and his waist was about to be broken!

The palm of the palm picked up the dry and rough dead branches again and again, and it hurts! Not to mention that he worked so hard to carry them home. He was walking on the road with his legs trembling!

He does this hungry! He gritted his teeth and suffered all these pains. What did he do?

I don't want to have a full stomach yet!

But Shaoyin actually took out most of the money and gave it back to others, leaving him only five cents to spend!

He was so angry that all his blood was burning, and he could hardly wait to pull out the corpse of the demon who laid the dream!

He insisted on torturing him! Damn it!

If he can't find the demon in one day, he will endure the humiliation and hatred for a day. Pei Jiufeng was holding five cents of money in his palm, and he was so strong that he would pull the coin into his bones.

After a long time, the roaring anger in his chest calmed down, his face was tense, and he took five cents to the street.

What can I buy for five cents?

In the past, fifteen cents could buy a catty of rice. But now, after experiencing the brutal rule of a tyrant, plus the disaster, only forty-five liters can buy a jin of rice.

Pei Jiufeng spent three cents on a bun with white flour, and while it was steaming, he unceremoniously stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

It's not that I was afraid of being taken away by someone, but I didn't want to take it back and share it with Shaoyin.

After eating the steamed buns, he didn't feel full, but he felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach and comforted his emotions. With no hunger and trouble, his reason returned to the basket, and he began to think about how to spend the remaining two cents.

How can I fill my stomach as much as possible? Pei Jiufeng stood on the side of the road, staring at the vegetable farmer who was selling vegetables on the opposite side, watching the vegetable farmer's feet gradually accumulate more and more defective vegetables.

His face became more and more gloomy.

Finally, he walked slowly over: "I want to buy these."

He bought three small piles of defective vegetables for two cents. To put it bluntly, it is the rotten vegetable leaves, the broken rhizomes, the ones that were picked out by others.

In the past, he even looked at it with disgust.

Holding a bunch of defective vegetables and walking on the way home, Pei Jiufeng looked indifferent. There is shame, anger, resentment, grievance and so on in his heart.

He missed the real delicacies, the jade-like balls, the steamed tender ribs, the golden fried crispy meat... In the past, he was lazy to pick up chopsticks and eat the things that were tired of eating. At this moment, just think about it, just stop. Drooling constantly.

How can we leave the dream and return to reality? He thought anxiously.

Shaoyin repaid Aunt Li's money, and when he came back, he saw what Pei Jiufeng had bought and praised him: "Dagen, you will finally live."

As for where he spent the rest of the money, she did not ask.

Give him five cents, just let him spend it. As long as he grows his mind, he will buy more things instead of eating out by himself.

The days are still long.

She cleaned these defective vegetables and boiled them in the pot.

It is impossible to stir-fry without oil.

The boiled vegetables, put a little salt, were so unpalatable, but Pei Jiufeng still ate a big bowl.

No way, that steamed bun couldn't fill his stomach at all, he could still eat a lot.

After eating calmly, Shaoyin looked at the sky and said, "It's still early, Dagen will go to pick up some firewood outside the city. We don't have much at home. I'll go out and find something to do."

Pei Jiufeng: "..."

Do you have to live like this every day? She went out to find something to do, he went out to collect firewood to sell?

But this is how the people at the bottom live.

If it is Mingjun's benevolent governance, the life of the people will be better, and there will be more choices, more rest and entertainment in their lives. But now that the tyrant is in power, the three southwestern counties are in trouble, and the court does not care.

Pei Jiufeng felt 10,000 unwilling, but in order not to be hungry, he could only drag his weak legs out of the house and head out of the city.

This time I went a little farther, because the firewood nearby was almost picked up.

He wasn't picking it up alone.

He numbly repeated the action of bending over to collect firewood, and slowly gathered a small pile. As time goes by, a small pile gradually becomes a large pile.

Pei Jiufeng took a look, didn't stop, and continued to pick it up.

When the sun was westward, Pei Jiufeng's firewood had become a huge pile. He tied it up with twine and then wrapped it in furoshiki.

"Boy, what can you do!" A greedy voice came from the front.

Pei Jiufeng's subordinates kept looking up while tying their burdens, and saw a skinny middle-aged man approaching him greedily, "Seeing you are so capable, go pick another pile, this pile is for me!"

Everyone is hungry these days, and no one wants to work hard.

Isn't it hungry if you work hard?

This skinny man had long seen the hard-working little baby in the distance, who was going to pick up firewood, so his eyes didn't move.

I found a grass nest for shelter from the wind and lay there to sleep. When he woke up, he saw that Pei Jiufeng had picked up the firewood and was about to leave.

He has rested for so long, but the little baby has toiled for an afternoon. Doesn’t it matter who controls the other?

Pei Jiufeng, who knotted the baggage, paused when he heard the words.

Looking over with a dull look: "Are you going to grab me?"

"You little baby can't speak." The thin man approached step by step and chuckled, "How do you call snatch? Obviously you can't carry it, so it was given to me."

Pei Jiufeng sneered.

The cooling anger in his chest rekindled.

Loosen the package and flexed his muscles and bones: "If you want me to send you, it depends on whether you are worthy!"

"Hey! Kid, don't toast or eat fine wine!" The thin man glared at him, and he got excited, slapped his arm and slapped Pei Jiufeng!

Pei Jiufeng was shorter than him, and flexibly slid under his raised arms, came behind him, and pressed his head fiercely on his waist!

When he was young, he often used this trick when he was bullied.

When the opponent was staggered and there was no time to turn around, he jumped on and overwhelmed from behind, sat on his back, strangled his neck with one hand, and lifted his head vigorously!

"Cough, cough, let go, let go—"

The skinny man was strangled so his voice changed.

Pei Jiufeng's eyes were cold and indifferent.

Strangled him tightly.

Is he easy? !

After a hard day's hard work, I couldn't get the money I earned, and I had to be taken by my sister to pay off the debt!

He even ate the rotten vegetable leaves!

He was so humiliated, does this person still want to rob him? !

The man struggled, gradually losing his energy.

The anger in Pei Jiufeng's chest also weakened a bit.

He calmly touched the man's breath, which was still warm. The man just fell into a coma for a while and did not die.

Only then did Pei Jiufeng let him go, turned him over, and began to pick up his clothes.

Although the man is dressed in tatters, it is cloth anyhow.

He stripped the man clean, rolled his clothes into a ball, and placed it on the side of the firewood close to his back as a cushion.

Otherwise, walking back all the way, he must be crushed to death.

Shaoyin didn't know what he did.

But she saw the extra clothes. With a raised eyebrow, Huihui, who was in control of the dream, took the opportunity to explain: "Someone wanted to rob him, but he robbed him."

"Oh." She nodded.

People who do bad things don't deserve sympathy.

This dream adopts a real environment.

The residence is real, the city is real, and the characters are real.

Wang Dachun and Wang Dagen are also real people, but they have been starved to death, so she chose the identity of the two.

The firewood that Pei Jiufeng picked this time was sold for 18 cents.

Shaoyin took out fifteen pennies to pay off the debt, and the other three pennies stayed for life.

Pei Jiufeng took the three pennies in a nonchalant manner without saying anything.

He couldn't beat Shaoyin.

Moreover, if you ran away from home and lived alone, there was no place to live.

He was looking forward to waking up quickly.

But every morning when I open my eyes, all I see are dilapidated roofs.

When he woke up that morning, he opened his eyes and saw the dusty beams and broken spider webs. There was no irritation in his heart.

He is used to it.

It has only been half a month, and he has become numb.

Get up and get dressed.

Take a sip of cold water, walk through the yard and out the gate.

Did not say hello to Shaoyin.

Too lazy to say hello.

Is it easy to speak? He wants to save his energy.

When I walked out of the house, I headed out of the city.

He is going to pick up firewood.

As the weather gets colder, the price of firewood is a little higher. What could have been sold for fifteen articles can now be sold for 16 or 7 articles.

He touched his pocket and found out a few boiled beans, which he didn't want to eat last night and stored them.

Take it in the entrance for breakfast.

He didn't wash his face or comb his hair today.

His face was dirty and his eyes were blank, just like the others on the street.

However, when I passed the door of a teahouse, listening to the voices coming from inside, my ears moved and my footsteps gradually stopped.

"This painting is really what I love in my heart. Thank you, Brother Li, for your painstaking efforts to find it for me. Brother Li must accept the twenty taels of silver."

"Hahaha, Brother Wang is too polite, I know Brother Wang loves painting, and I thought of Brother Wang when I saw this painting."

"If you encounter such a good painting in the future, please let Brother Li let me know that you must have a great thank you."

painting?

Twenty taels of silver?

Pei Jiufeng's footsteps were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't walk anymore.

He went to the window, opened a little gap, and looked inside.

I saw two well-dressed middle-aged men unfolding a picture of a horse, commenting with appreciation.

Horse drawing? He can also paint.

Pei Jiufeng thoughtfully.

Immediately, his brows wrinkled.

In Qingxian, food is expensive, but everything else is cheap.

But pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not among them. He is penniless, how can he get pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

After all, reluctant to miss the opportunity, he entered the teahouse and walked straight to the table of two middle-aged men with a small chest: "Two, I can paint with one hand."

When Wang and Li saw a dirty child approaching them, their brows suddenly wrinkled.

Worried about staining the painting, immediately roll it up and put it away.

"Go go, where's the troublemaker, go away and go away!"

Pei Jiufeng raised his chin and said arrogantly: "I am a son of the Zhou clan in Yanzhou. I have lived here for some reason. I am now raising to go home. Because of the strict teaching in the family since childhood, both piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy have been studied. The two admired horses. , I paint better than him!"

What he said was not like an ordinary child.

Upon hearing the words, Wang and Li looked at each other and said, "What if he is not as good as him?"

"If I paint better than him, the two will give me fifty taels of silver. If I am not as good as him, the two will only pay me two taels of money." Pei Jiufeng replied.

Upon hearing this, Wang and Li were both intrigued.

"Okay, you come with us."

There is an elegant room in the teahouse, where pen, ink, paper and inkstone are placed.

Pei Jiufeng followed them in, his eyes fell on the snacks on the table, swallowed, and said lightly: "I'll fill my stomach first."

Both Wang and Li smiled while stroking their beards: "Boy, if you can't draw it, then all the dim sum you eat will be vomited out."

"It can be drawn naturally!" Pei Jiufeng said displeased.

He ate a plate of snacks, drank a half pot of tea, and finally felt that he had eaten a meal.

This is how I cleaned my hands, laid paper, studied ink, and picked up the pen.

Standing behind him, Wang and Li, when the poor young man lifted the pen, his temperament changed, and he couldn't help being surprised.

Looking at his writing, it was quite good, and he knew that he had hit Bao.

An hour later, Pei Jiufeng wrote.

A more magnificent, imposing, and lifelike picture of the horse was completed.

"Look at it, both of you." He put aside his pen and walked aside to stand.

When Wang and Li came to the painting, their eyes were bright!

"Good, good, good!"

The two said three good times.

Then he praised the painting.

Pei Jiufeng waited for a quarter of an hour, but didn't see them turning around to look at him, frowning: "Since you two think this painting is good, what about silver...?"

Both Wang and Li seemed to think of him.

Turning around, he said in surprise: "Why are you still here?"

Pei Jiufeng was taken aback, and said, "The two owe me money for money."

He didn't particularly expect the two to give him fifty taels. He is a child, helpless, who would be stupid enough to give him fifty taels?

But two taels of silver are also good!

It's always delicious this month!

"The little friend laughed, why don't we understand the money?" Wang and Li smiled and stroked their beards, "This teahouse is not where you should come, leave quickly."

Pei Jiufeng was furious: "You guys are nothing to say!"

"Go go, don't bother us to look at the painting." The two of them were completely worried, waving their sleeves and shooing him away.

How is Pei Jiufeng willing to suffer? Even if he tore the painting, he would not leave it to them!

"Come here! Beat this little beggar!" There were servants around both Wang and Li, and they didn't fight Pei Jiufeng at all. They were too dirty next to him and called the servants in.

Two strong servants came in, carrying Pei Jiufeng with ease like a chicken.

The man surnamed Wang stroked his beard and said, "Boy, don't make trouble. The paper, pen and ink of this painting belong to the teahouse. What's wrong with you? If you make trouble, this painting does not belong to you. If you don't want to be beaten, just Leave quickly!"

As for the loss? The man surnamed Wang didn't think he was at a disadvantage, he had a snack, did he?

That plate of dim sum is worth half a tael of silver!

"That's my painting!" How can Pei Jiufeng agree? Struggling desperately, he bit his servant, "Unless you beat me to death, otherwise I will fight you!"

He spent enough days without food and drink here, and suffocated his breath. At this time, he was bullied up to this point, as if a fuse was lit, and his blood boiled, almost bursting!

Seeing his eyes full of hatred and desperate, the man surnamed Wang frowned.

Knowing that he was reluctant to give up, he took out a handful of money and threw it at him: "Take it! Take it! Get it!"

A handful of copper coins, about dozens of them, was scattered towards Pei Jiufeng.

"Wow!" The copper coin rolled all over the floor.

His face hurts from being smashed.

The boundless humiliation stirred in Pei Jiufeng's heart, making him blush for a while, and couldn't help it anymore: "I'm fighting with you!"

Go to his belly wrap!

He is the emperor! Noble body!

The demon trapped him here, wanting to humiliate him, don't think about it!

Suddenly he exploded with great strength, broke away from the restraint of the two servants, and smashed his fists towards Wang and Li!

Just after taking a step, suddenly the foreground seemed to be distorted, and the figures of Wang and Li, who were close at hand, were distorted, getting farther and farther away!

And Pei Jiufeng's angry roar gradually became inaudible, as the sky turned around, he withdrew from the dream.

"what--"

Sitting up suddenly, looking at the familiar and long-lost bedroom, the young emperor with disheveled head and red eyes, roared in anger!