The little girl raised her head and looked at the ugly man who was about to buy herself in despair. A trace of misery flashed in her eyes. The man was about to pull out the grass mark on her head, but a thunder sounded in her ears: "Let's wait!"

As the sound came, a palm-like slap slapped his claws, and his tall figure suddenly penetrated, separating him from the little girl. Naturally, it was Li Qing. He was still hesitating, but suddenly saw the misery in her eyes, and blood surged over her head, and could no longer bear it.

"Who are you!"

The fat black man took a step back, looked at Li Qing in surprise, and then looked at Xiao Niang, but saw a strange color in her desperate eyes.

"Don't worry about who I am, she won't sell anyone!" Li Qing stared at him hatefully, his two big fists clenched tightly.

The man was so angry that he pushed Li Qing with great force, "I have negotiated the price. What's the matter with you, a thief!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fist suddenly became larger and 'bang!' hit the bridge of his nose. The fat black man screamed, stumbled back a few steps, squatted down with his face covering, tears and snot flowed out, and the crowd was in chaos.

Li Qing turned around and grabbed the grass mark on Xiao Niang's head, kneaded it to pieces, and said hatefully, "I won't sell it for no matter how much!" He grabbed Xiao Niang's wrist, separated the crowd and strode outward. The man roared angrily, got up and pounced on him, but was blocked by the onlookers, and watched them walk away helplessly.

After running to an alley, he asked anxiously: "What happened? How did it fall to this point?"

The little girl's nostrils stoke, her eyes gradually turned red. She looked straight at Li Qing, and the whimper suddenly sounded, and she simply leaned on the wall and started crying loudly.

"My grandfather was hit and killed by a frightened horse. He couldn't find anyone and had no money to bury him. It has been four days since he was not buried. If he doesn't bury, it will be broken. I, I have no choice!"

"Don't cry! Don't cry! Let's talk about it when we go back, okay?" Several passers-by looked at them in surprise. Seeing that attitude, they seemed to be watching again. Li Qing's face turned red and he whispered to ask her mother to calm down.

"Let's go!" The little girl wiped her tears, she didn't sell her body, and was worried about the situation at home. After thinking about it, she had to take the generous man home first to see if he could do anything.

Along the way, Li Qing already knew that her name was Lian'er. She was an abandoned baby since she was young. She was picked up by his grandfather under a broken curtain in East City, Chang'an, so she got the name. She had no relatives at home, so the grandfather and grandson depended on each other for their own life.

Lian'er's home is outside the east gate. Li Qing walked with her through a narrow alley, with the woman who was crying and desperately fanning the stove, gathering the half-old men who were posing in the gantry formation, a group of bare-butt children, a small pool of green, and a pungent smell in the air. Through this dense yellow mud house, the three tilted houses on the edge of Lian'er's fingers said, "Young Master, my home is ahead."

Before we got close, we saw the broken and white wooden door swaying and beating in the wind from afar, and a harsh "creaking" sound came. A thin yellow dog had already smelled the owner's breath and ran up to her, roaring and roaring at her feet. The curtain patted its head lovingly, took out half a piece of hemp cake from its arms, stuffed it into its mouth. The yellow dog held the cake with two "woof" sounds, and disappeared in a flash.

The yard was surrounded by branches and some vegetables were planted. Although it was simple, the yard was swept clean. There was a towering persimmon tree planted in the corner of the yard, with branches and leaves flourishing. I don’t know how many years it has grown. A horse was tied under the tree, some hay was piled by the hooves, and a tattered tiled jar filled with half a jar of clear water. Although Li Qing didn’t know the horse, he saw that the horse was listless, his fur was messy, and his whole body was covered with scalyx, and it was obviously a bad horse.

"It hit my grandfather to death, but the master couldn't find it." Yan'er's eyes turned red and she hurried into the cottage. The room was even more empty. There was a broken table, with a gray-black clay pot hanging above the table. There was a wooden board in the corner of the house, and a pile of stones were placed under the board. The blind old man's body was lying straight on the board. The weather began to get hot and his body color was already faintly green.

"This corpse has turned green, why don't you let him get buried?" Li Qing yelled in a hurry, his eyes swept around, and his posture seemed to wish he could dig a hole in the room and bury him.

Yan'er shook his head and said sadly: "My grandfather also knew that literary and poetics were good at poetry and was famous. He was destitute because of his misfortune. From then on, he raised me, taught me to read and read literature, and taught me to be clear and justify things. How could I not repay this kind of family affection and kindness? But he has gone, and I can only satisfy his last wish and bury him to the land he likes."

She sighed again, "But I begged for a long time that the land is only three sacrificial, and I have to buy a coffin and ask the Taoist priest to save me. But I only have a savings. What should I do if I have this funeral?"

"Then you want to sell yourself?"

"How else can I do? And how can I make a living in the future? There is no household registration and my grandfather in the government, nor the land. I have to sell my body to bury my grandfather. I also have food to eat. Anyway, I am a redundant person, and even my biological parents don't want me anymore." As he said that, tears in the curtain were about to roll down again.

"Stop talking!" Li Qingyiran sighed: "I'll do your grandfather's funeral for him!" Although he was eager to use money, he had already reached this point, so how could he get out of here?

Take out the five taels of silver from your arms, and finally feel the temperature on it. Gripping your teeth, and handing the silver over.

"Take it! Buy the land first, and then buy the coffin for the rest of the money. As for the Taoist priests, let me come. I used to be a Taoist priest."

He smiled bitterly in his heart and deceived Taoist Kong Fang for several months, but it seems that he has only used it on the right path today.

Lian'er took the silver with a trembling hand, and suddenly knelt down on the ground with a 'plop', kowtowed repeatedly: "Young master, Yan'er is willing to repay you as a cow or a horse!"

Li Qing rushed out of the door without regretting it, "Go quickly! I'll take care of your grandfather here, and I'll tell you if I'll repay you later." When the curtain ran into the yard, he chased her out and shouted, "By the way, I'll get the digging shovel back!"

There is only this little money in total, so save as much as possible! He still vaguely hopes that the curtain will be left, but he smiled bitterly again. That little girl wants to give her grandfather the best, and she will definitely buy it all into a coffin in the end, and she won't give him a penny to leave.

Li Qing patted his empty pockets and glanced at the body of the blind old man again. He remembered the words of Yan'er, "Knowing literature and good poetry, and having a little fame." There are many hidden dragons and tigers in the Tang Dynasty. He wouldn't be a great poet! Li Qing suddenly became a little interested and searched for which poet in his mind that he was missing in the end. A thought flashed through: "Is he the king of Luo Bin?" Li Qing felt that he was ridiculous. There was no such coincidence in the world. Maybe he was just a juren and had bad luck, but no matter who he was, he couldn't have no money. Thinking of money, Li Qing's mind slowly began to fade away. He thought that five taels of silver had disappeared before it was heated up. He really felt a little painful in his heart. He should persuade her to buy a coffin, and he also needed some Feng Shui treasure land. Isn't it good to bury it under the persimmon tree in the yard?

It was almost dusk, and Li Qing became more anxious and restless. It was not a pleasant thing to let him face a dead body that was about to smell. It would be great if there was ice, and the body could be preserved for a few more days. In his time, the dead in summer did this.

"ice!"

When he thought of this, the word "ice" suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning. With his mind stirred, he stood up and forgot the clay pot hanging on his head. His head was hit and hurt. Li Qing quickly stabilized the clay pot, but his heart quickly thought. He remembered that when the high school physics teacher talked about the water-soluble nature of alkali metals, he said that in the late Tang Dynasty, someone found that putting nitro into water would absorb a lot of heat, thereby making ice. By the Song Dynasty, a merchant added sugar, spices, and colors, and made ice dew to sell in summer. The business was booming. Now it was just the middle Tang Dynasty. No one should know that it was summer. Isn't this a good way to make money?

Li Qing was so excited that he paced back and forth. He could put juice in it, make shaved ice, and if he added cream and sugar, he could even make ice cream.

Suddenly, a realistic question made him stop, "But there is no capital?" Li Qing hesitated for a moment, and only the 500 cents left by Zhang Cai was left in his hand. Is it enough?

Li Qing sat down deflatedly and lay on the table thinking hard, thinking about how to get some money, either asking Mrs. Zhang or Zhang Qiu to borrow some, but he really couldn't speak, or went to the new policy to ask Xian Yu Zhongtong to borrow some, he was a wealthy man in Shu, but Li Qing thought of how he said so bachelor when he left, but now he was eager to ask others, that would be too shameless!

"If it really doesn't work, just sell the characters." Li Qing gritted his teeth. This was his only skill.

Suddenly, a sniff came from the yard, and Li Qing was surprised: "Oh my God! Why did I forget that guy?"
Chapter completed!