Chapter 39 Small Restaurant

After entering the town, Nie Feng found that the scale of the town was smaller than expected. At this moment, the street was deserted and there were almost no pedestrians. Residents go home separately. Through the eaves lights, they can feel the laughter, the collision of basin plates, and the occasional dog barking that can only be heard at home at night.

This feeling is that more than ten years ago, I experienced it in a small town on the earth, and even a big city can't be.

After walking around the town, I knew that the theater in the town was rehearsing the drama, and there was the sound of gongs and drums. Although it attracted some children, there were not many people, which seemed to be commonplace.

He was not interested in drama, and finally found a restaurant that was about to be closed in a remote corner.

This is a very small restaurant, but seven or eight tables look old. At first glance, they have been wiped out for some years. They look antique, but very clean.

"Boss, do you have anything to eat? Hurry up and get some!" Nie Feng walked into the restaurant and sat at the table.

The shopkeeper who is packing up is a gray-haired old man with wrinkles on his face. He looks weather-beaten, but he has a kind smile on his face and a patched pair, which looks very simple.

The old man stopped his work and came up with a smile and said, "There are only some steamed buns and a little beef. There are not many things left."

"Okay, send it all up! In addition, do you have any noodles, rice and so on? It's best to get a few large bowls!" Nie Feng hasn't eaten for a long time, and his mouth is greedy.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The old man's conditions are not good, and the business does not look good, so one person takes over the work of shopkeepers, clerks and chefs.

Not long after, the fragrant rice, the golden-fried beef, and the white steamed buns were served, making Nie Feng's saliva almost flow out. In this way, either you don't eat it, or you eat medicinal herbs, which have no taste, let alone meat.

Looking at the simple and even simple food in front of him, he also moved his index finger and immediately devoured it, making a satisfying chewing sound in his mouth.

"Don't worry, don't be busy. Eat slowly and drink some water!" The old man brought a bowl of hot soup with a few vegetable leaves and kindly reminded him.

"Thank you, uncle. This is the best food I have ever eaten since I came to the world." Nie Feng stuffed food into his mouth and said vaguely.

The old man got up to pack up and said with a smile, "It's not that my food is delicious, it's that you are too hungry."

"Grandpa, let me help you..."

At this time, a twelve- or three-year-old boy came out of the inner room. His clothes are also patched, which looks simple and simple. Although his fluffy hair is a little messy, it is not greasy, and his face is slightly pale. He is malnourished, but he is generally a cute little boy.

As he spoke, he came forward and quickly helped the old man clean up.

"Xiaoyang, no, has the fire been extinguished? After extinguishing the fire, go and have a rest!" The old man touched the boy's head, and a trace of unbearance flashed in his eyes.

The little boy shook his head stubbornly, glanced at the food on the table, and swallowed his saliva while doing things.

After a while, Nie Feng had swept away the food on the table, stood up and said, "Brouncle, I'm really sorry for delaying your rest." With that, he reached out and took out the universe bag in his arms, and couldn't help showing embarrassment.

The universe bag is full of treasures, but unfortunately there is no secular currency, not even gold and silver.

"Young man, is it inconvenient?" The old man experienced the world for a long time and could see Nie Feng's embarrassment at a glance.

"I... really don't have money." Nie Feng scratched his hair awkwardly.

"It's another person who eats free food!" The little boy stopped the work in his hand, raised his head, glanced at Nie Feng in disgust, and said, "You people don't know how to work, idle, and only know how to bully us old and young. I should be ashamed of you!"

The little boy's words are amazing, and his words are reasonable, not like a naive child in a small town.

"This..." He was embarrassed by the little boy. Naturally, Nie Feng would not be angry, and he was even more guilty when he learned from the little boy that they were often bullied.

"Xiaoyang, don't say that. I don't think this guy was intentional. He is different from the bad guy." The old man around his face quickly stopped the little boy's words.

"Old man, Xiaoyang is right. If I leave like this, I will really bully the old and the young." Nie Feng smiled faintly, took out a elixir from the Qiankun bag, handed it over, and said, "However, this hundred-year-old ginseng should be enough to offset my meal money."

"No!" The old man was shocked. Originally, he saw that Nie Feng was embarrassed and was psychologically prepared, but he didn't expect that Nie Feng took out a three-finger of such a thick ginseng from his arms, which exuded the fragrance of medicine. He said urgently, "No, this can't work. It's too expensive. It's enough to buy ten shops like me!"

"Take it back. I apologize for what I just said." Obviously, because of life, the little boy was precocious and calmer than an ordinary boy. He curled his lips and said, "You give us this ginseng. Although it is worth your meal money, it will put us in danger. It's too expensive and will cause us trouble.

Shock!

Nie Feng almost forgot the ginseng in his hand and looked back at the little boy who continued to clean up the store. Unexpectedly, he was so indifferent and so thoughtful, which was no different from adults.

"Young man, Xiaoyang is right. Take it back!" The old man dissuaded again.

Nie Feng also understood that this ginseng would harm their grandparents and grandchildren, scolded himself secretly, and then said, "Okay, I'll take it back, but in order not to eat free food, I'll stay and do something for you. Anyway, I just don't have a place to go."

"That doesn't work either." The little boy said, "Although we open a restaurant, because of our poor business, we often encounter hooligans who eat free food and extortion, so there is not much food for us to eat. Leave you one, and we will starve to death."

"Uh-huh..." Nie Feng was speechful, but he still laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't add a burden to you. Don't worry, I will do what I say."

Looking at this old man, his clothes are full of patches, and he is often bullied, but he has backbone. He can't help but feel sad, his heart is deeply touched, his nose is sore, and he is determined to do something for them.

"The little brother insists on staying, just stay." The old man declined several times. Seeing Nie Feng insisting on staying, he stopped dissuading him. Anyway, they had nothing to think about.

"This big brother, I think you are dressed in extraordinary clothes, but it has been worn out for a long time, so it seems a little awkward. Have you encountered any suffering? Or some kind of enemy?" Xiaoyang asked as he was doing things.

Hearing this, Nie Feng looked at Xiaoyang again and lied, "My family is far away from here. I originally came out to practice. I was separated from my family in the deep mountains and came here when I lost my way."

"So that's it. There are many monsters in the 100,000 mountains. You can come out of it. It seems that you have some skills!" Xiaoyang has become a detective-like figure at this moment.

"Well, we are on the periphery..." Nie Feng had to admire the boy. He was good at observation and reasoning. Nie Feng was hardly willing to talk more. After helping them quickly, he meditated and rested in the canteen.

The life of the old man is very difficult. The whole shop has a bedroom, a kitchen and a dining room, but they have fun in the bitterness. They don't seem to be so resentful, let alone complain too much.

This old man left a deep impression on Nie Feng.

At breakfast, Nie Feng finally realized how difficult their life was, and because of the addition of him, he seemed even more difficult. After you pushed me, the old man and Xiaoyang finished breakfast and prepared for a new day.

"Grandpa, we have to be careful today. Those people will not give up and will definitely come again." Xiaoyang looked like a little adult and told his elderly grandfather.

"Who are they?" Nie Feng couldn't help asking curiously.

"Brother, don't worry about it. We're used to it." The old man waved his hand to stop him from talking. He turned around and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Nie Feng saw that the old man did not want to say anything and no longer asked, but he was ready to help them get rid of 'those people'. During breakfast, Nie Feng has learned that the old man's surname is Ji, which is an ancient big surname. It is said to be a big family, but the old man's life is very difficult and depends on Ji Yang.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Nie Feng said to the old man, "Old man, I'll go out for a while."

"Okay, but be careful." The old man told him kindly.

After walking around the town, the whole town is not big. There are only more than 1,000 families, and there are no more than 5,000 people in total. In the most prosperous section, there are several restaurants, inns, grocery stores and pharmacies.

The specifications of the pharmacy are not large. There are several rows of medicine cabinets, which are all medicinal materials taken by ordinary people, full of the smell of medicine.

"Boss, sell medicine!" Nie Feng entered the pharmacy and called the boss over.

"Sir, what kind of medicine do you have?" The boss looks like an elf. He looks at Nie Feng up and down, and his eyes are shining.

Nie Feng didn't answer. He took out the worst 100-year-old ginseng directly from the Qiankun bag, threw it to the boss, and said, "Look how much it costs."

The boss took over the ginseng, shivered his hands, looked at Nie Feng, and looked at the ginseng again, and was speechless.

"The boss gives me a price!" Nie Feng reminded again.

"Gest, please wait a minute. I'll come as soon as I go!" The boss woke up and said that he turned around and ran into the inner hall, and even didn't care about the pharmacy.

After a while, an old man in black came out of the inner hall, with a goatee, and his eyes were shining. He seemed to be a master of practicing inner kung fu. He grabbed the hundred-year-old ginseng in his hand and said, "Is this ginseng yours?"

"Yes!" Although the other party asked knowingly, Nie Feng still answered, and let's see what he was going to do.

"One hundred taels of silver, do you want to sell it?" The old man said a very low price.

Although this hundred-year-old ginseng has some essence of life, compared with other rare elixirs, it really can't be put on the scene, and there are many such elixirs in Nie Feng's Qiankun bag.

He just wanted to exchange some gold and silver to help the elderly change their lives. He replied, "Five hundred taels, just don't sell it."

In fact, the hundred-year-old ginseng is worth at least a hundred taels of gold. The old man in black nod and said, "It's a deal."

After taking 500 taels of silver, Nie Feng came to the farmers' market and bought a lot of rice noodles, fresh vegetables, fruits and vegetables, and raw meat. Then he went to the old man's restaurant and dumped a follower on the way.

Back outside the restaurant, Nie Feng saw that there were many people around here. Xiaoyang's powerful words came out through the crowd, and the old man also groaned in pain, which made Nie Feng's heart and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and rushed in.

The old man's gray hair spread out, there was a blood-red five-finger mark on his face, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He sat weakly on the ground, and his patched shirt was full of dust.

Xiaoyang held a kitchen knife and stood between the old man and several villains. His little face showed anger and courage. He shouted, "You come to make trouble every day. If you don't let us live, you don't think it's so easy!"

"Damn it, is the little bunny learning to play with knives?" One of the yellow-faced middle-aged man sneered, took a step closer and said with a sneer, "When I play with the knife, you don't know where it is!"

With that, he stretched out his hand and looked at it, as fast as lightning, and grabbed the kitchen knife in Xiaoyang's hand...