Xiaotao didn't understand why the lady suddenly became interested in that kind of place, but the lady rarely had such interest, so she didn't say anything to dissuade her, which ruined her interest.

The current lady is different from before. She is very responsible for everything she does.

When the master and servant walked to the night market, it was getting darker and the lanterns on the street were gradually lit up, with the crowds of people, and it was very lively.

"Miss, what happened there? There were so many people around." Xiao Tao suddenly pointed to the front and said.

"You'll know when you go over and take a look." Rong Qingqing took her over.

When I got closer, I heard clearly what the onlookers said.

"It's too pitiful."

"What's the pity that I'm tall and big, but I can't even take out the silver for a coffin. I think he's just a fool."

"Yes, I haven't heard him say anything for so long. Could it be a mute?"

"It seems that his father has been dead for a long time, and I seem to smell the stinking."

...

When Xiaotao heard that someone had died, he immediately grabbed Rong Qingqing's hand timidly, "Miss, there is nothing good to look at, let's go shopping somewhere else."

"It's okay, go and have a look." Rong Qingqing patted her hands and comforted her.

If it weren't for the large number of people, she wouldn't dare.

After finally rushing into the crowd, I saw a ragged boy kneeling on the open space that was watched by the people, and next to the boy was a broken mat wrapped in a body.

The mat was too broken, and the hands and feet of the deceased were exposed.

At the young man's feet, a wooden board was placed, and a few words were written crookedly: Selling oneself to bury your father.

In fact, the handwriting is very ugly. Rong Qingqing distinguishes it for a long time and thinks it should be these words.

As I got closer, I could indeed smell the stench of the corpse that was about to rot.

"Miss, he is so pitiful." Xiaotao didn't dare to look closer in front of him. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"Yes." Rong Qingqing looked at the boy. It was indeed as the people onlookers said. The boy was born very tall, kneeling there straight, with no expression on his face, and he didn't ask for help. No wonder he had been watched for so long, and no one was willing to help. Everyone probably thought he was a liar.

She sighed, her eyes flashed across the boy's yellowed face, but her pretty face paused, and her eyes fell on his knees, clenched tightly.

It can be seen that this young man is a very backbone person. If he had not reached the end of his life, he would never have come to the street. He would have used the method of selling himself to exchange for a thin coffin of his father?

She thought about it, took out two taels of silver from her arms, walked over, and handed it to the boy.

"Take it and bury your father."

The boy knelt for a long time, and his legs were already unconscious. When he heard the sound, he suddenly raised his head, and the surprise in his eyes was so obvious that he didn't expect that someone would give him money.

Rong Qingqing looked at him with a smile and urged, "Take it quickly."

The boy was stunned for a moment because of her smiling eyebrows and eyes, the smile that contained no impurities.

He had been kneeling here for a day, and had suffered ridicule and ridicule, but no one was willing to help him. He had long been numb and desperate.

At this time, Rong Qingqing's appearance illuminated his dark eyes like a ray of light.

She was laughing, but she didn't mean to ridicule and mock it. Instead, he saw encouragement from it.
Chapter completed!