Grass roots bite their lips tightly and try to cry.


    The grassroots father saw Ling Yun beaten to the ground that day. Their family was occupied by the landlord of their hometown and suffered from waterlogging. But they had to go far away to seek a way to live.


    But I didn''t expect to meet a robber on the way and lose money. If it wasn''t for officers and soldiers, his wife and children would be gone.


    Penniless and a lifelong farmer, where can he find a way to live? In Liangcheng, a man of indomitable spirit and the pillar of a family can only kneel down and beg for help and become a beggar. But the man never lets his daughter-in-law come with his children. He can lose his dignity, his daughter-in-law can''t, and his children can''t.


    Grassroots father said Ling Yun was a good man. He wanted to see Ling Yun. The man who was crushed by reality felt that the best thing in the world was big white steamed bread. But he had no money, so he had to steal it.


    Unfortunately, he was knocked down by a carriage on the road. He came back with his last breath and left the only big white steamed bread.


    "When the child was hungry, I gave him half of it." The wife whispered, disobeying her husband''s last wish. She was very sad, but no matter how hard she was, she couldn''t make the child hungry.


    Ling Yun took the steamed bread from the child and said with a smile, "now this is mine. You have fulfilled your wish for your father. You are a wonderful child."


    Ling Yun looked at the woman again and said softly, "do you know whose steamed bread your husband stole?"


    No matter what the reason, wrong is wrong, wrong to make up for, to change, Ling Yun put a small piece of gold in the hands of the woman, gently said: "this is what I lent you, I just lack a bookboy, grassroots this child is bold and practical, just let the grassroots, I have always been lazy, and do not like to clean up, men, always some rough, There''s just a shortage of someone to take care of, so you''ll follow. "


    "Take the money, go to pay back the money for the grassroots father, sincerely apologize," Ling Yun said softly, "I will go with you, you go back to the inn with me, wash, change some clothes, the money of clothes will be deducted from your future wages, so that they don''t say that you don''t know where the money comes from."


    "Thank you very much, thank you very much!"


    The woman was about to kneel and kowtow when she pulled the grass root. Ling Yun quickly pulled it up. His eyes were moist. When he met his husband ten years ago, why not?


    The woman sobbed and gave thanks.


    "You can help them now. Why don''t you help us?" Some people are jealous again.


    Lingyun said indifferently: "what do I do? Do I need to tell you that I can''t do it?"


    "You have already helped them, so you can''t help us any more. I haven''t eaten today."


    Ling Yun is too lazy to talk to them.


    Ling Yun took the mother and son to buy clothes first, then went back to the Inn and asked the little two to prepare an ordinary house for the mother and son to wash and dress up, and then went out to find the boss who lost the steamed bread. If Ling Yun met his husband one day later, he would beg. If he couldn''t get food, he would rob and steal. He is not Ling Yun now, It''s Ling Yun who is still in the cage.


    "Second child, prepare some porridge and vegetables, not too much."


    People who have been hungry for a long time can''t drink and eat too much at once. They need to be recuperated slowly. The grass-roots mother is called Cuihua. After washing, she changes her new clothes and pushes the door out. It''s a bit of spirit. Ling Yun says, "I asked the second child to prepare something to eat. It''s not good for the body, it''s not good for the stomach."


    Cuihua is grateful again. This time, Ling Yun really doesn''t have any purpose. In fact, the grass roots are much luckier than Ling Yun. At least his mother is still around. However, since I can remember, I haven''t seen her. I just heard from my father that her mother is the best woman in the world.


    Sometimes Ling Yun thinks that for his father, his mother is the best woman in the world, but for Ling Yun, she is the worst.


    "I miss you, too, mother."


    Ling Yun said softly, there is wind outside, blowing up his long hair. The boy is 16 years old, and he is also a man.


    "Mother, eat more."


    How lucky she is to meet such kind-hearted people as the young master. I hope that people like the young master in the world can become high officials, earn a lot of money and marry a good daughter-in-law.


    After dinner, Ling Yun takes Cuihua and her son to the side of the steamed bread shop. Ling Yun simply tells us the situation. Cuihua and her son go to apologize together. The boss is not a fuss. It''s just a steamed bread. It''s not a loss. It''s a pity for the man.


    In fact, he had some impressions of the man. He often saw him begging alone, picking up some leftovers to fill his stomach. The money he got was used to sell some cakes or something. The most precious ones were put away and taken away. Now when he saw the mother and son, he realized that if he had known this, he would not have gone after the man.


    After finishing this, Ling Yun squatted down and solemnly said to grassroots, "grassroots, when you do things in the future, you must remember that wrong things can''t exist just because you do it right in the back, just like now. Of course, if you do something right later, you can''t resist it. Wrong and right are not the same thing. The order is different, The result is not the same, the purpose is not the same, it is not a thing, remember


    "Remember!"


    The grassroots nodded solemnly. Ling Yun stood up and asked the boss of the steamed bread shop, "boss, do you know if there is any bigger house nearby?"


    "Yes, there are many old houses in the east side. No one lives in them, and no one buys them." Said the boss of the steamed bread shop.


    Ling Yun picked an eyebrow and said, "OK, thank you."


    There are not many people coming to Liangcheng, but there are also many. But there are so many old houses left unused, and no one is willing to buy them. That''s interesting. Living in the world of mortals, he can hardly remember that he is still a man of practice. However, if something goes wrong, he still needs to make a good inquiry.


    Taking the grassroots mother and son back to the inn, Ling Yun finds the shopkeeper and asks about the old houses in Dongcheng. The shopkeeper''s face is strange and says, "there''s nothing strange there. It''s just that the original owner and the later owner have some problems."


    The owners of the old houses in Dongcheng used to be rich businessmen. But once they came to live in Dongcheng, they would lose all their wealth in a month and end up in a miserable situation.


    After hearing this, Ling Yun touched his chin. If so, the price there should be very low, but before that, he should go to check what''s going on there.


    In addition to the human race, there are also demons, ghosts and evil spirits in Kyushu. Those who are close to the human race will naturally have those who want to wreck the human race. The intelligent creatures in the world always have all kinds of desires and cause and effect entanglement.


    Ling Yun thinks that this kind of day is not much different from studying and practicing sword. After all, he has to learn something.


    There are no beggars in the old house. No one is afraid of poverty, even the monks in the spiritual world. There is no one to live in, but there is less trouble. Ling Yun jumps into an old house and smells rotten everywhere. He shrugs his nose and looks around. There is nothing strange about it.


    He took off the gourd and took a sip of the wine. The wine emboldened people. He said that if he was not afraid, it would be deceiving. Ling Yun entered from the main gate and arrived in the backyard. There were some strange things here.


    It''s just a decadent place where people haven''t lived for a long time, but there''s a faint stench in the backyard. If you feel it carefully, there''s a cold smell in the white shirt of Lingyun.


    In his spare time, Ling Yun used to read some storybooks. The biggest relationship between the secular world and the spiritual world is the entanglement among scholars, female ghosts and ghost catchers.


    If there is a spirit of resentment in the mansion, it must be in the dry well in the backyard. This is the story book.


    Ling Yun finds a dry well and sits by it, but he doesn''t plan to go down. He doesn''t know how to catch ghosts, but he always has sympathy for ghosts. If it''s not that human affairs are difficult, who is willing to stop here and can''t see the warm sunshine or the warm wind in spring?


    Ling Yun sits by the well and drinks slowly. He doesn''t drink much. He just sips a little. There is a pear tree on the southwest side of the well. Now it has withered, but there are withered pears on it.


    Ling Yun didn''t notice that there were strands of dark air rising from the bottom of the well. Occasionally, there were two strands of wind in this old house. There was a courtyard on the east side of the backyard. The layout design was exquisite. The owner who lived here before he came here should also be a person with great taste.


    Ling Yun put away the wine pot and went into the courtyard. The handwriting outside the courtyard was already unclear. After thinking about it, Ling Yun bowed his hands and said in a low voice: "I''m sorry."


    And then stride in.


    A woman in gauze was sitting by the well, covering her mouth and smiling: "another hypocritical scholar."


    The courtyard is called the canary. The rich businessmen like to raise the Canary most. The canary in the cage looks good at any time, but it has no freedom and becomes a plaything.


    There used to be many sisters living in the courtyard, but now they all sleep at the bottom of the well. Later, they are still sisters. They just can''t see the warm sunshine and bear the bleak wind in late autumn. They are much more bitter than when they were alive.


    But the heartless people in this world are the happiest.