There is Room For the Poor Daughter

In the evening, a strong man came to bring food to Old Man Li, followed by a rather burly little boy.

As soon as the little boy entered the yard, he looked curiously at the rice sitting next to the old man Li.

Daozi glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, staring at the food in the strong man's hand, rubbing his already hungry stomach.

Eating is very simple, three fist-sized boiled potatoes, plus two bowls of not very sticky corn gooey.

Old Man Li didn't say anything, just picked up a potato and ate it.

Seeing the rice, there is no need to cry, just walk over, pick up a potato and start peeling it.

The strong man who delivered the meal saw that he wanted to stop the rice, the three potatoes were all Lao Li's ration, and the son of King Weiyuan only had a bowl of corn paste.

However, when the strong man saw Old Man Li glanced at him, he didn't dare to speak again.

At this time, the little boy who followed him opened his mouth and saw him walking beside Daozi and asked curiously, "Aren't you the son of the prince? Can you be used to the food we have here?"

The potatoes in Rice's hands were almost peeled, and they were about to eat them. He frowned when he heard the little boy's question: "What is your food? Are these potatoes grown by my mother? They should be from my family. Food is not yours."

Old Man Li and the strong man couldn't help but be stunned.

Yes, potatoes and corn seem to be brought to Xiliang by Princess Weiyuan.

Only these two kinds of food can feed the poor people of Xiliang.

Daozi took a few mouthfuls of potatoes and felt a little choked, so he took a sip of the cornmeal, and after drinking, he curled his lips and said, "This cornmeal doesn't taste good."

The little boy reached out and took the bowl in Rice's hand and took a sip: "I think it's delicious."

Seeing that there was only half a bowl of corn mush left, the rice got angry: "This is mine, how can you eat my food?"

The little boy curled his lips: "What's yours, my father is the boss here, these things are mine." After that, he had to drink the corn glutinous rice.

Seeing Daozi, he quickly grabbed the bowl and ran to Old Man Li's side. He said angrily with a small face, "You guys eat what my mother planted and bully me. You are revenge for your kindness and revenge."

The strong man was a little embarrassed by what he said, and quickly stopped Zhang Xiaohu: "If you are hungry, I will take you back to eat."

Zhang Xiaohu is also about two years older than Daozi. It was when he was naughty, and he finally saw a child outside the stockade, so he naturally didn't want to go back like this.

"No, Brother Leopard, can you help me bring the meal here, okay? I want to eat here."

The strong man looked at Old Man Li, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he turned around and went out. After a while, he came over with a bowl of corn gooey and a potato.

"Come on, I just drank yours and gave it back to you."

Zhang Xiaohu traded his corn gooey for rice.

Daozi reluctantly accepted, and Zhang Xiaohu sat next to him by default.

While eating potatoes, Zhang Xiaohu asked, "Do you also eat these things at home?"

Daozi shook his head: "No, I eat very well at home. There are vegetables, meat, soup, rice, and fruits and pastries after meals."

Zhang Xiaohu looked envious and swallowed: "It must be delicious, right?"

Daozi nodded quickly: "Of course, what my mother makes is delicious."

Zhang Xiaohu sighed: "My life is not as good as yours, and I usually don't eat anything good."

The eldest master who had just walked to the gate of the courtyard heard his son's words, and he was suddenly stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohu was pitiful, Daozi comforted him: "Then remember to give birth to a good child next time. My mother said that giving birth is a technical job."

"If you vote well, if you meet great parents, your child will be very happy. If you don't vote well, like you, you don't even have food."

Zhang Xiaohu looked blank: "But I don't know how to reincarnate? Do you know?"

This question stumped Daozi: "I don't know either." After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, "Well, as long as you let your father let me go, I will go home and ask my mother, my mother will definitely know. "

"By the way, if you want to let me go, I will invite you to my house as a guest, eat delicious food, and have fun. Let me tell you, I have a big amusement park, and all the children like to come and play with me. ."

Zhang Xiaohu looked moved, then lowered his head and said, "I'm too young to let my father listen to me, but when I grow up, I can let him listen to me."

Daozi looked disappointed: "How long do we have to wait?" After speaking, he continued to nibble on the potatoes in his hand, and said as he ate, "These potatoes are not as delicious as sweet potatoes. Potatoes have no taste, but sweet potatoes are sweet."

Zhang Xiaohu: "What is a sweet potato?"

Daozi thought for a while and said, "My mother said that sweet potatoes, like potatoes, can feed many people. But they are still being cultivated, and it will take two years to promote them."

After Old Man Li and the strong man heard it, their expressions fluctuated.

The yield of potatoes is good, and the land is not picked, but everyone can't just eat it all the time. If there are other grains to eat, it must be better.

It was the big boss outside the courtyard, thinking that the potatoes and corn that the people in the stockade eat now are all grains from the little guy's family, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Speaking of sweet potatoes, Daozi seemed to remember something, and quickly put down the gooey corn in his hand, got up and touched the purse around his waist.

"Ha, you have a good meal, and my wallet is still there. My mother made me dried sweet potatoes and let me eat it when I was hungry, but I forgot about it just now."

Daozi quickly opened his purse, took out a dried sweet potato and gave it to Zhang Xiaohu. After thinking about it, he felt that Old Man Li didn't kill him, so he also gave him one, and finally looked at the strong man.

"I don't have much dried sweet potatoes. I don't know how long you guys are going to keep me locked up. I'll give you half of it." After speaking, he labored to give half of it to the strong man.

The strong man was a little flattered when he looked at the half dried sweet potato in his hand.

Zhang Xiaohu finished the dried sweet potato in three or two times: "It's really sweet, I still want to eat it."

Daozi clutched his purse: "No, I don't have much left. If you want to let me go, I'll take you to my house to play. You can eat as much as you want, but I have to keep it in the purse, lest you Don't feed me."

The head of the house at the gate of the courtyard saw Daozi and encouraged his silly son to let him go whenever he had the chance.

Daozi's eyes lit up when he saw the big boss: "Are you here to let me go home?"

Big boss: "."

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly ran over and hugged the boss: "Dad, just let him go, he is so pitiful."

The head of the family looked at his stupid son in a daze, how pitiful is the son of King Weiyuan? Silly son is afraid that his brain is not broken.

Too lazy to pay attention to the stupid son, the boss looked at Daozi: "As long as your father is willing to let our people go, and promises not to attack Wuhu Village, I will let you go."

Daozi pouted: "That means, I can't go home and sleep tonight?"

Hearing this, the corner of the big master's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Before he could react, the rice started again: "These things you are eating now are all grown by my mother, you have to be nice to me." Said, pointing at Zhang Xiaohu, "I want to sleep with him at night."

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay!"

The head of the family was speechless. Looking at the rice, he looked like he didn't know what to say. After a while, he said, "You're really welcome."

Daozi nodded and said, "If you catch me, you will be responsible for me."