Chapter 4 Little Novel Booker

The people in the hotel gathered around again and again. Chen Feng squeezed in and found that there was an elegant seat on the second floor. It was his so-called adult sitting. He shrank his head and hid himself in the crowd. Gradually, he forgot his fear of adults. Hearing it, many people were deeply attracted by this story. Chen Feng also had a heroic dream in his heart. When can he stand on the top of the world and look down at the world like that?

Time slowly passed in the story. People listened to it and even forgot about the arrival of noon. The boss listened happily and laughed happily. Today, there are many more people.

"Ha ha, thank you. That's all for this peerless battle. Thank you for your support." The man looked at the money in the basin and was also very happy, with at least six silver coins.

People slowly dispersed, and Chen Feng ran out in the crowd. When he saw the adult come out far away, he quietly went in and saw the storyteller eating at a table.

"Hm?" The man looked up and saw the slightly nervous child opposite him, who looked very smart.

"Are you the child driving the cow that day? What are you doing here?"

"Uncle, I want to ask, is everything in that story true?"

"Ha ha, it's not the first time that someone doubts the storyteller, but you have this idea at a young age. Well, that's good. Of course, what I said is true. Although I added some of my own things in it, it is not false.

"So, the 'God of War Mu' and 'Fat Cloud Sword' are real?"

"Yes, I also watched that duel at the beginning. Ha ha, I will never forget it."

"I also want to see these heroes, uncle. I don't know if there are any other stories?" Chen Feng was asking, and Xiao Er just came over.

"Xiaofeng, didn't you go to the logging farm? Why did you come here? By the way, what kind of work has been arranged for you?" Xiao Er asked three questions as soon as he came, but suddenly stopped Chen Feng.

"Sung, this is the wine you want." After saying that, Xiao Er was ready to pull Chen Feng away.

"Wait a minute, Brother Ergou, I want to ask something."

"Ha ha, yes, Xiao Er, wait for a while. He asked me something, but I haven't answered yet." The man took a look at the child: "I have traveled a lot and collected a lot of stories. I don't know what you want to know."

"Is there a story of those heroes?" Chen Feng looked at the man with hope, and the second son was also waiting beside him. Where can he find the story without money?

"You will know a lot of this kind of story after running outside for a long time." The man didn't plan to tell it, but when he saw that the two people in front of him were just half-year-old children, their eyes were full of desire, but he sighed and told some stories, which were not very attractive, but how envious this story was for the two people who listened to it. Gradually, in the afternoon, the man almost said it.

At this time, some people came to the hotel. They looked like they were all family members. They should be a rich family keeper. The man thought that he saw the family members coming to his side. Although some rich people had invited themselves to the house to tell a story before, it seemed that the fierceness in the family's eyes made the man unable to do it for a while.

"Your Excellency, here it is." A housekeeper shouted to the back.

A fat man with a fleshy face came in. His eyes turned around the hotel and fixed on Chen Feng's body.

"Kid, I thought you ran away. Unexpectedly, you were leisurely here, pulled out, pulled ten whips first, took them back, gave you food, gave you drinks, didn't work, and played everywhere."

"I." Chen Feng was pulled out, and the family hugged the rich man and went out.

"Sung, I beg you to save Xiaofeng." Xiao Er saw this situation and immediately said to the man.

The man couldn't help frowning, and the village was not peaceful. Why do you want me to save him? How did you know that I could save him?"

"This, this, because the rich man is the brother-in-law of a nearby city owner. He is usually arrogant and bullies the streets. The villagers are afraid of him. Who will plead for a child? Even if he kills people, it can only be solved by a word. Moreover, the best way for the villagers provoke him is to leave here. , go somewhere else to find a way to live. How can a businessman have the leisure to take care of this matter? Uncle, as soon as you came yesterday, I saw that you were a good person, and you are not from this village. Take him out of here. He was picked up by the rich man.

The man couldn't help but feel distressed. He was going to leave today, but why did he deal with this? I was thinking about whether it was right or wrong to come to this village. While thinking about it, there was a sound of a whip hitting the body from outside. A weak voice was mixed in the whip. The man couldn't sit still. Just listening to the sound, he almost beat people to death. He got up and walked out. Xiao Er hurriedly followed the man out.

" Stop." With this shout, three whips have been pulled out, and then look at the child lying on the ground. The clothes on his back have been mixed with blood. Everyone has three blood, not to mention the people who talk about the hero story every day.

"Don't stop, who shouted?" The rich man said unhurdenly, and his eyes met with the man. My heart is full of disdain, but only a storyteller dares to take care of my affairs.

Seeing that the child's mind was blurred, the man couldn't help but feel anxious, but he had a plan again.

"If you kill him like this, you won't get anything, and he won't work hard in the future, but I don't know if you are willing to sell him to me as a little book boy?"

"Wait a minute." After the sixth whip was pumped up, the rich man narrowed his eyes and thought about it in his heart, but he also felt good.

"How much are you going to pay to buy him? I have raised him for three years. In these three years, I have provided everything for him." The rich man estimated how to make more money in his heart, but the man suffered in his heart and only had more than eight gold coins. He was ready to go back for the Spring Festival to prepare some New Year's goods for his family. He also had his elderly parents, wife and children at home.

"Why don't we go in and talk, housekeeper, don't let that boy die." The rich man invited the man into the hotel to talk.

"How about five gold coins?" The man asked.

"Ten gold coins." As soon as the rich man heard it, he immediately opened his mouth, but he did not intend to reduce the price.

"You are cheaper. We can't make much money from books."

"If you can't make money, don't buy it. Ten gold coins can't be less."

"I only have eight gold coins, how about eight gold coins?" The man kept crying in his heart. Now he is fine and penniless.

"It's just ten. If you can't take it out, I think it's better to beat him to death." The rich don't want to talk more nonsense. They get up and want to go out.

The man felt that he had tried his best. The corner of his clothes was pulled, but when he looked back, it was the little two. The little two whispered, "I have saved five years, and there are more or less two gold coins. Uncle, if you can save Xiaofeng, just use it first."

"Well, he and you are ruthless, but you help him like this?"

"When I saw him, I remembered how eager I was to have someone to help me when I was a child. Xiaofeng was just like when I was a child."

"He is also lucky to have you as a friend." The man took over the money handed over by Xiao Er.

"I bought it." The rich man quickly stepped out of the hotel and took it back.

Then the rich man took the money and went back with his family. The half-dead child was left on the street, and Xiao Er quickly picked him up.

The man was just about to call Lang Zhong, but he remembered that his pocket was basically empty, and the storyteller would also bring some ointment when he walked. In this way, it seemed that this was the only way. Xiao Er went to get a plate of warm water, and the clothes were rotten and did not need to be torn, as if a cloth was on his body. The six bloody whip marks on his back made everyone who saw it tremble. After cleaning up the blood stains and applying the ointment, he let him sleep on ** for a night. The man sat at the table and squinted all night.

The second morning, the second child came up early. Looking at the lying child, he sighed in his heart, but when he thought about it, he immediately left and felt happy for him.

"Sung, you're up and have some breakfast. How's Xiaofeng?"

"The recovery is not bad. I should be able to get up later." The man looked at the child lying on his stomach, and he knew that it was he who inadvertently brought a powerful pervert to the mainland.

As he was talking, the movement came from **, and the child looked at the surrounding environment confusedly.

"Xiaofeng, you woke up, why don't you come and thank me for saving your life."

What you see is the eager expression of the storyteller and Xiao Er.

"Thank you, uncle." Although it is not clear what the reason is, it should have been rescued.

"What about you? From now on, you will follow this storyteller."

"What? Can that adult agree?"

"Ha ha, you have been bought by your uncle now. In the future, you should follow him well."

"Thank you, uncle." Chen Feng was very happy.

"Don't just thank me. You still want to thank your friend. He has also helped a lot."

"I will never forget the kindness of Brother Ergou for the rest of my life."

"Okay, that's all for the old story. Can you walk?" The man didn't want to go now, but the money on him could no longer live in the hotel, so he had to live in the wild.

"I can go." After saying that, he sat up, but this led to the wound on his body. The painful grinning expression diluted the concerns of many men. Maybe it was also a good thing to take care of a child. But how did he know that the child had taken away all his children.

Xiao Er packed some of his unused clothes, let Chen Feng take them away, and prepared some dry food for him. The boss was also a reasonable person and allowed Xiao Er to send him to the entrance of the village.

"Xiaofeng, don't forget to come back and have a look in the future."

"I know, Brother Ergou, I will. I will definitely come back to see you." Although this village has many painful memories, there are friends like my brother.

The big and small back gradually faded away.

"Uncle, where are we going?" This is also the first time that Chen Feng has wandered around the mainland, and his heart is full of expectations.

"Let's go to the small city near the City of Thunder."

"That's the City of Thunder you mentioned. That's great. We can see the three city owners, right?"

"Do you think the three city owners can see it if they want to see it? They have to have identity and strength."

"Oh." Chen Feng was somewhat disappointed.

"Don't call me uncle all day long. My name is Xiao Mu. Just call me Uncle Xiao. These are all recorded by us storytellers. You can take them first and remember them. I can only teach you this. Do you also need to learn to tell books in the future?

"I know, Uncle Xiao." Chen Feng looked at a few books and didn't know how far it was all the way.

"Xiaofeng, how old are you this year?"

"I'm thirteen years old. I lost my parents three years ago."

"Well, although it is also a peaceful era, there are still some drawbacks left over from the war. You are one year older than the naughty guy in my family. It happens that I will take you back for the New Year, and you can also get to know each other." The man couldn't help thinking that children would go to school at this age, regardless of the requirements of any school or sect. The child in front of me is only 14 years old, but I don't know whether I should send him to school, but when I think of my child also has to go to school, I can't solve the problem of tuition alone. In addition, I can't help sighing in my heart, and there are only so many people who can help.

"Am I going to become a storyteller like Uncle Xiao in the future?"

"Yes, you will."

"Then I will also run all over the Dragon Continent?"

"Almost, hehe." Xiao Mu couldn't help touching Chen Feng's head. He was just a child.

"Then I will be a book writer in the future, haha." The childlike voice came all the way, startling the birds perched on the trees on the roadside, fluttering their wings and flying randomly, and there was a vague figure in the distant village.