Six-Year-Old Baojiao Is Busy in Building a Kingdom

Chapter 162: Handover

Leaving Wang's house, she traveled for two days and two nights relying on her sister's bag of water and cornbread, and only found her cousin's address after asking along the way.

I thought I could ask my cousin to help find my parents, but I never expected my cousin would say that the government posted a notice half a month ago asking people to claim the portrait.

He was completely dumbfounded, he did not believe that his parents would leave him, until his uncle found a portrait of the notice issued by the government on that day, and was orphaned for a while, he was confused, and he was, and then brought by his uncle to help in the pharmacy.

My cousin, who I hadn't met in years, was involved in gambling. Not only did he lose all the income from the pharmacy, but he also had a lot of foreign debt. A few days ago, the debt collectors came to the door with knives, and my uncle promised to sell the pharmacy. Give money, those talents are of no use.

Originally, he had thought he would be moved again, but he did not want to meet Engong to sell medicinal ingredients by accident. When he found out that his cousin's shop would be sold, Engong immediately bought the store. He could see that his cousin did not want to support him. He said that if he wanted to stay, he would be paid for food and shelter.

He had no other thoughts now, he just wanted to work hard, help his benefactor run the store well, and avenge the grace of safety.

Jiaojiao saw him crying out suddenly, clenching his mouth and not knowing how to comfort him, he quietly pulled out Father's robe with his small hands.

Wang Zhuangzhi was talking to Boss Song when she sensed her daughter was pulling her. When he looked back, he saw his daughter staring at Song Dong excitedly. He followed his gaze.

Song Dong lowered his head at the corner of the door, he could faintly see the tears on his face, and Wang Zhuangzhi understood what his daughter meant.

Boss Song on the opposite side was still laughing and boasting that he was going to the capital for a while, but Wang Zhuangzhi did not chat with him anymore, and interjected: "Boss Song, you know, let's sign the paperwork."

"Oh, good, my red clay is ready."

Wang Zhuangzhi could not write, so he pointed to Wang who was thick with a brush, then made a hand print with red mud.

Boss Song also wrote and stamped his fingerprints, then took out the house deed he had prepared beforehand from his pocket and handed it to Wang Zhuangzhi, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, I'll entrust this store to you."

Wang Zhuangzhi opened the deed and looked at the deed of the house. Looking at the official seal beneath him, he easily took out nine hundred thousand pieces of banknotes, and said with a smile, "I came in a hurry. I don't have any change. Boss Song will give you the change." Disappeared."

Five hundred taels in the house was a whole, one thousand two hundred taels for the bracelet in the city was also a whole, and the five thousand taels given by the restaurant owner were also a whole. Two taels of silver was only about forty taels, not enough for fifty taels.

Boss Song looked at the banknote, rubbed his hands together, picked it up, and said with a smile, "Oh, brother Wang is really a happy person."

After counting, Boss Song felt a little embarrassed again. He did not have a total of two taels of silver in his pocket at the moment. He was busy packing today and there were no customers in the store. How could he find it with fifty taels of silver.

Suddenly, he looked at Song Dong at the door, coughed lightly and said, "Brother Wang, you don't know, Song Dong's father and I are distant relatives, respectively, our two families have nothing to do with each other, I'll arrange the funeral of his parents." Yes, I am now in ruin, and I still owe several hundred taels of foreign debt.

Wang Zhuangzhi did not understand what he meant, so he waited for him to continue.

Boss Song let out a long sigh, and said with a dejected face: "I don't have any money to look for you, and this child can do a lot of physical work now, so you can keep it as a scribe, and you don't have to pay money, but stutter." Just do it."

Wang Zhuangzhi was stunned when he heard what he said, what about his uncle, who is he?

Song Dong in front of the door froze when he heard that, he guessed it was the same thing, but when his cousin said these words, he felt extremely uncomfortable, she said, he turned around and ran out while clenching his fists.

"Song Dong's sister."

"Hey, I'll look for him later, he won't be far." Wang Zhuangzhi was afraid that her daughter would also run out, so she stepped forward and picked her up.

Glancing back at Boss Song, he lost his decency just now, and said lightly, "Boss Song, since you want to sell Song Dong to me, I also don't want fifty taels of silver, either, and you don't want to bother him in the future. "

Boss Song looked a little worried, and made an excuse: "I can't protect myself right now. His parents' funeral cost a lot. Song Dong has not been able to spend money on eating and drinking at my place lately. When I encounter difficulties, I need five Ten taels of silver not much."

Hearing these words, Wang Zhuangzhi did not reply, turned around and walked out with Jiaojiao in his arms.

Seeing this, Boss Song did not care much. He happily held the banknote in his hand and went straight to the backyard to pick up the package.

After selling the apothecary, he did not even think of paying off his debt. He used the money from the sale of Polygonum multiflorum to buy a boatman whose family was seriously ill.

The capital was so big, he did not believe that these people could find him.

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Wang Zhuangzhi had just walked for a while with Jiaojiao in his arms when he saw Song Dong sitting under a tree while looking into the distance.

Jiaojiao secretly said to his father: "Song Dong's brother was sold by his family, he must be very sad."

Wang Zhuangzhi sighed when he heard this, he was also a poor child, his parents were gone, and now that his uncle was like this, the pain in his heart was probably only known to him.

Wang Zhuangzhi saw sweets for sale in the distance, so he invited Jiaojiao to buy two ties.

Handed one tie to Jiaojiao, and he walked over to Song Dong's side with another tie, and handed the sweets into his hands.

Song Dong looked at the bundle of sweets, looked up and saw that it was En Gong, his nose was sore, and his tears were falling uncontrollably.

Two months ago, her parents bought her candied haws for her to eat. At that moment, he thought it was too sweet and did not eat it. The picture is still there, but why didn't his parents eat it?

Wang Zhuangzhi put Jiaojiao down and walked over, patted her on the back, and comforted her: "Son, there's no point in your cousin being sad, your path is still long in the future, and we can live long in our own ability." Alright, in the future you can stay in Uncle Wang's pharmacy quietly, as long as Uncle Wang is still alive, no one will kick you out."

Song Dong could not help himself, and threw himself into Wang Zhuangzhi's arms, sobbing and crying.

In just two months, it felt like a lifetime of suffering. He tried hard to hold back his emotions in front of outsiders.

At this moment, he could not take it anymore.

Wang Zhuangzhi's eyes were also slightly wet. He could not help but think of the feeling of helplessness when he separated from his family and brought his family to the mansion ground. At least he still has his wife and children. Poor Song Dong had nothing.

Wang Zhuangzhi couldn't help but feel empathy, she hugged Song Dong and patted him comfortably, and gently persuaded him: "It's okay, don't be afraid, Uncle Wang will be your family in the future, if you need anything, please tell me."

Song Dong choked and cried, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."