This small town is quite lively. It happened to be a market day. Qin Jinyang felt the fireworks in the world and wandered on the street.

Hey...candied haws?

The mouth is dull... take one!

Holding a bamboo stick in his hand, Qin Jinyang ate while walking, sour and sweet, this is life, leisurely and comfortable.

"Daddy, can I have a candied haws on a stick?"

Just a few steps away from the hawker, Qin Jinyang heard a crisp voice.

He turned his head and glanced.

Not far away there was a dark and skinny farmer with a bamboo basket on his back, and sitting in the bamboo basket was a little girl of four or five years old.

It can be seen that the farmer's family is relatively clean. Although they are a little poorer, the little girl's clothes are made of clean cloth and the patches on the clothes are neatly done.

There are two eyebrows on the girl's head, and her eyes are a little timid, but big and bright.

Unfortunately, the little girl's physical condition was very poor. She seemed to be seriously ill. There was no color on her face and her neck was soft. She could only lean her head on the bamboo basket.

Although she is physically ill, it cannot hinder her yearning for excitement at all.

"This... alas..."

The old man looked embarrassed.

It can be seen that he dotes on his daughter.

Although she is a girl, she is the apple of the eye of the farmer.

But all the way to the small town, I was already short of money for travel expenses, and when I went to see a doctor, I spent all my money at home.

I can't even get a single coin out of my body.

When the old man thought of the doctor's words, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed with a knife.

My daughter's illness cannot be cured.

In the remaining time, try to eat something good.

Eat something good.

My daughter should eat something good.

But a penny stumps the heroic man. He just can't afford this candy haws.

"Dad, are we out of money?"

"It doesn't matter. Let's buy candied haws when we come to town next time... We won't eat it today."

The little girl is extremely sensible.

Realizing that my father's tone was wrong, I quickly changed my tone.

"Dad, actually I don't like eating candied haws, it's so sour that my teeth hurt."

The little girl added.

The old man's expression became even more painful.

Ever since she was little, my daughter has never eaten candied haws. This so-called sore toothache must have been something she heard from the rich man’s son.

Sour.

What kind of acid is it?

Sweet...what is sweet again?

The old man sometimes wanted to tell his daughter about it, but he had never eaten it himself.

"Dad, just wait. When I grow up, I will buy you candied haws to eat every day... Dad is so powerful, he must not be afraid of sourness."

The little girl's next words made the old man unable to hold on any longer.

He lowered his head and ran away from the trouble.

Along the way, the old man's tears fell to the ground. He was afraid that his daughter would hear his choked sobs, so he did not dare to say a word.

…

"Baozi, buns...big meaty buns."

"Wontons, hot wontons..."

"Pastry...from the capital's secret recipe...pastry..."

"Cake...Cooked Cake...Selling Cooked Cake...Wu's Cooked Cake..."

…

The sounds of hawking were heard one after another on the street.

The father and daughter seemed to have reached an agreement and stopped talking.

Although the little girl is sensible, she is still a child and has an instinctive greed for food.

She raised her nose vigorously, as if she wanted to swallow all the fragrant smells on the street into her stomach.

…

When he arrived at a broken temple on the corner of the street, the old man put down the frame and took out a thick flour cake from his arms.

He broke it into small pieces and gently put it into his daughter's mouth.

"Daddy, you should eat some too."

The girl shook her head, closed her mouth, and refused to eat.

"Daddy doesn't like eating this kind of cake. He has hated eating cakes since he was a child..."

The old man shook his head, even showing disgust on his face.

But the movement of his throat betrayed the nature of his hunger.

…

The daughter fell asleep.

In the end, she didn't even take a few bites of the cake.

My daughter is young, but she is more sensible than ordinary people.

The old man squatted on the street corner, his whole body exuding a kind of gray misery, just like the yellow earth that had been exposed to the scorching sun for several months.

It was a kind of fragmented misery.

He was hungry and looked up at the sky.

The clouds came together one after another, as if they were connected in series to form the shape of candied haws, and even the air seemed to be exuding a sweet smell, and some sourness.

I have been a coward all my life and finally found a disabled wife.

My wife died a long time ago, and she never had a decent meal on a plate.

My daughter will not live long.

I have been timid all my life.

I can no longer be cowardly.

There was a well-dressed middle-aged man in the distance, strolling leisurely. He had a jade pendant on his waist.

The old man pinched the corner of his tattered clothes, and the corners of his mouth gradually became ferocious.

He glanced at his daughter and became even more determined.

The old man stood up and quietly hid on the road that the middle-aged man must pass, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

As long as the middle-aged man is knocked unconscious, the jade pendant can be taken away.

As long as my daughter can eat a bite of candied haws before she dies, even if I am caught by the government and chopped up alive by the market, my life will not be in vain.

He was shaking all over.

The hands are shaking.

The legs are shaking.

My heart was shaking even more violently.

…

Snap!

Just as the middle-aged man was about to come over, suddenly, a palm gently pressed on the old man's wrist.

Bang!

The stick fell.

The old man turned around and saw a young man with an impressive appearance.

Could it be a government agent?
To be continued...