"Zhengyuan, who is this?"

The old man who was pointed at by Park Jung-won just now saw his nephew talking to a little boy, and couldn't help but turn his face and ask.

"Uncle, this is my good friend, Park Buhua...we...is from the same village...?" Park Jung-won excitedly introduced his friends to his uncle.

Hearing Park Jung-won's words, Park Buhua's little face turned red. He looked at the man in the direction. The man was only in his forties, but his body was slightly shorter than that of ordinary people. His face was even white and colorless. What's even more strange was that his chin was as smooth as a woman and had no beard. He was wearing a gauze cloth arrow dress and a white jade hook and black belt tied with a white jade hook. At this moment, he turned slightly, and Park Buhua saw that his face was not only as white as paper, but also his two sword eyebrows were as white as snowflakes. If it weren't for the daytime, Park Buhua would have thought he had seen a ghost.

The old man looked at Park Jung-won's face, showing a loving look, and then slowly moved to Park Bu-hwa's face, looked him from head to toe, and after a while, he nodded: "Oh, he is from the same village, so you have to take good care of him!"

"I know uncle?" Park Jung-won agreed immediately.

The man nodded, but turned around and shouted at the place where the maltose was hunched, "Boss, let's have two more maltose?"

His voice was as sharp as a woman. The boss of maltose was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that the old man would have such a sharp voice, but how could he let go of money if he had money. He was slightly stunned and handed two maltoses casually. The man took the maltose with his left hand and gave two copper coins with his right hand. Then he walked to his nephew, took the maltose into Park Jung-won's hand and said, "Zheng-won, go and get a candy man to this friend..."

"No, thank you uncle, I've eaten it..."

Although his family is not well off, Pu Buhua still did not forget his mother's teachings: "I will not receive any reward without merit, and there is no food in the world!"

"Hold it, child, you can't call me for your uncle. I bought it for you..." The man laughed and handed it to Park Buhua with a maltose.

Pu Buhua is just a child's age. It is the time to eat sugar. Maltose is made of wheat and rice. It is not only sweet and delicious, but also rare to eat a piece of maltose and give it to a villain. This is undoubtedly a good temptation for a seven-year-old child.

Seeing that his friend refused, Park Jung-won said, "No, uncle will give it to you, just take it..."

Park Buhua saw that the man had no malicious intentions, and he really wanted to eat another malt sugar. The one he had just now had aroused even the sugar worm in his stomach. There was no reason to not want to eat it. After a little refusal, he blushed and said, "Okay, it's better to obey your orders than respect. The elders don't dare to say anything! Thank you uncle!"

"What a good boy?" The man smiled, his originally muddy gaze, and his eyes suddenly became bright.

Seeing that his friend took the malt sugar from his uncle, Park Jung-won was very proud and pulled Park Buhua's wrist and said, "Buhua, let's go to another place to take a look?"

Park Buhua really had this idea, and nodded after hearing it, "Okay!"

"etc……?"

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Park Jung-won asked with a hunched body behind him.

"Hey, you kid, just having fun, uncle is so old. Do you have the heart to throw his uncle into this market?" The man stared at Park Jung-won and said slowly.

"Uncle, the market only once a year? You...you..." Park Jung-won looked at the lively crowd in the market with some reluctance.

"Oh, you are such a heartless thing...?" The man coughed twice, and started to curse Park Jung-won with a sharp voice.

After being scolded by his uncle like this, Park Jung-won did not dare to refute it. He walked over timidly and said, "Okay, I'd better take you back first?" After saying that, he turned his face and said, "Baohua, you'd better go and play by yourself. I'm going to send my uncle home? Can't go with you?"

Park Buhua looked at the sky, then looked at the maltose in his hand, and thought to himself: "How about I send him back and just treat it as a favor for returning the maltose..."

Park Buhua was still not used to eating other people's food for nothing. After thinking for a while, he looked at Park Jung-won and the old man, pondered for a moment, and said, "Zheng-won, why don't I take my uncle home, and you go to the market to play?"

"Isn't that good? It's rare to have a market once a year, you...?"

Park Buhua smiled and said, "It's okay, I've seen enough. Besides, it's getting late, and I happened to go home. Your house and my house are not far away. I'll take my uncle to see you off..."

Park Jung-won was a little hesitant, but his eyes touched the crowds of people surging in the market. The last hesitation in his heart immediately disappeared, and he blushed slightly and said, "Okay...?"

"Uncle, if you don't have flowers, I'll go back first. I'll go to the market to check it out!" Park Jung-won didn't look at his uncle, turned around and ran away, and disappeared into the surging crowd. His melodious sound came from a distance: "Uncle, I'll ask you!"

"This damn little beast!" The man cursed fiercely, turned his head and said to Park Bukha, "Do you bother?"

Park Buhua smiled and said, "Uncle, I'm just a side note!"

The man smiled again and suddenly said, "It's getting late, let's go?" After that, he turned around and walked out of the crowd. Park Buhua hurriedly followed. The two of them were old and young. Although they were not walking fast, they walked along the path to the direction home, and soon they left the market.

The two of them walked along the way but didn't meet anyone. The man was hunched over and coughed constantly. Park Buhua was grateful for giving the malt sugar and patted him on the back all the way, hoping that the man's cough would improve. The man kept saying thank you. The two of them coughed and patted each other, and walked about a cup of tea. Suddenly the man looked up around and said, "I'm tired, I'm weak, I'm going to finish the tea?"

Only then did Park Buhua realize that there was a tea stall in front of him, built on a big tree. There were several guests drinking tea leisurely inside. Park Buhua helped the man into the tea stall. The man asked for a bowl of tea, and he drank it clean. He ignored Park Buhua and asked for another bowl. He was about to drink, but suddenly he stopped and his left hand went deep into his arms for a while. His brows frowned.

Park Buhua looked curiously and couldn't help but say, "Uncle, what are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm old and my whole body is sore. I want to take a painkiller pill, but I don't want to find it now?"

"Oh, then I'll find it for you?" Park Buhua said kindly.

"Okay, OK!" The man nodded constantly and said yes.

Park Buhua put a small hand deep into the man's heart for a while, and finally took out a small medicine bottle on the left side of his chest and took it out of the man's arms: "Uncle, I found it!"

"Oh, I found it, hey, the older ones are still flexible in their hands and feet. I am really old!" The man sighed and took the medicine bottle from Park Buhua's hand. Fang rubbed it in his hand. Suddenly, he glanced at the bowl of undrinkable tea on the table, and smiled at Park Buhua's princess and said, "You have been away for a while, sit down and drink the tea, right?"

After eating two malt sugar, he rushed for a long time and was already dry. When the old man was drinking water just now, he swallowed many times in his throat. If it weren't for his mother's warning that he would have rushed over and asked for a bowl of tea, but his mother's warning still warned him: "I will not receive any reward without merit!" So he held back, not expecting that this man would let him drink this bowl of water.

"Drink it? You also beat me on my back for a long time. I have invited you this bowl of tea. It is not considered to be a reward for nothing! "The man seemed to see through his thoughts and said to him kindly.

Park Buhua thought to himself: "He is right. I sent him home to give him malt sugar. I just rubbed his back as this bowl of tea, right?"

"Drink it? Don't ruin your body!"

"Thank you, uncle!" Park Buhua said thank you to the man, picked up the bowl of tea on the table and raised her face and drank it to the sky.

"Huh...why...why...why is my head getting heavier and heavier..." Park Buhua shook her head.

"thump……?"

Park Buhua felt tired and fell asleep deeply.

Thinking of this, Park Buhua shook his head violently. These unbearable past events pierced in his heart like a thorn. He thought of that bowl of tea that changed his life.

It turned out that the old man was a Chinese eunuch. He was ordered to come back this time to find a young child and bring it to China. China has always had the tradition of asking for eunuchs from foreign countries. Park Buhua's obedience and cleverness were valued by the old man. He used Park Buhua to find a medicine bottle on his chest and secretly tampered in the tea. After Park Buhua fainted, he brought him to China and became a eunuch in close proximity.

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Chapter completed!