The old lady deliberately got a carriage for servants, changed into ordinary clothes, and took Chu Xiaoxiao and Heitantou to the west of the city.

Hidden in the west of the city is a corner forgotten by time, where only poor families live. It is easy to avoid all kinds of inspections by hiding in this place.

Their living scenes are in sharp contrast to the prosperous east and south of the city.

The streets are narrow and winding, with low and dilapidated adobe houses or thatched houses on both sides. The roofs are covered with mottled tiles, many of which are incomplete and left to be eroded by wind and rain.

The simple residence was filled with a mixture of moldy smell, wood smoke and occasional strange odors, which made people frown.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light shining through the shabby window frames or cracks in the roof, barely illuminating the small space.

The ground is bumpy, covered with years of dust and occasional splashes of dirty water. It feels soft to step on, as if every step is in dialogue with the hardships of the past.

Through the open door, you can see that the furniture is extremely simple. Some of them are even made of scrap wooden boards randomly pieced together, and they precariously support the family's daily life.

**The floor was covered with yellowed cotton wool, patched up with patches, barely enough to keep out the cold.

Some old furniture and daily necessities were piled up in the corner in a disorganized manner. It seemed that every search was a test of patience.

It was the first time for Naituanzi to come to such a place, and his eyes widened instantly.

Those obsidian eyes were filled with curiosity, pity and disbelief.

[This place is too poor. Why hasn't the emperor thought about reforming it? No, I must tell him about it when I get back. We live under the same blue sky. It's okay to have a gap between the rich and the poor, but it can't be this big.]

old lady:"......"

The gap between the rich and the poor has always been so large. The west side of the city is inhabited by peddlers, beggars and people fleeing famine, the east side of the city is inhabited by dignitaries, and the south side of the city is inhabited by wealthy merchants.

Black Charcoal Head was a person who had no feelings. He didn't understand what his master was talking about, the gap between the rich and the poor. In his eyes, there was only the gap between gods and demons, nothing else.

Chu Xiaoxiao also saw the extremely simple kitchen. There was an iron pot hanging on a simple stove, and next to it were a few pieces of dry firewood and a few bundles of wet straw. These were all the things they had for making a fire and cooking.

Whenever the smoke rises, it brings a hint of warmth, but it is also accompanied by a pungent smell that makes people suffocate.

What's worse is that due to poor drainage, the entire area becomes a swamp when the rainy season comes, with sewage flowing everywhere, mosquitoes breeding, and diseases following.

The dolls played barefoot in the mud with innocent smiles on their faces, which was their only comfort when facing suffering.

Mao Liuer’s tofu pudding shop is located in a corner in the west of the city. It has a small storefront and a few houses at the back.

Here, it can be considered a "luxury house".

The rest of the narrow alleys are lined with low and dilapidated houses, which are close to each other, as if they were old friends who have been leaning on each other for years.

The mottled walls, traces of rain erosion and the erosion of time make these buildings look particularly old.

In some places, even mottled blue bricks and cracks are exposed, giving people a sense of unspoken hardship. It is completely different from Mao Liuer's tidy and freshly painted "mansion".

Most of the customers sitting in the tofu pudding shop were dressed in tattered clothes. They held a large coarse porcelain bowl in their hands, which was filled with white and tender tofu pudding, accompanied by steamed buns and fried cakes, which was enough to make a full meal.

The old lady parked the carriage not far away and took her little granddaughter and the dark-haired man for a stroll on the streets in the west of the city.

Although there are not many small shops and stalls along the street, each of them is working hard to make a living in the limited space.

Some sell hand-woven baskets and bamboo mats, or repair shoes and clothes.

Some are filled with various vegetables, fruits and melons. Although the varieties are not rich, they are all the hard work of the nearby residents who are self-sufficient.

The stall owners were either sitting or standing, with simple smiles on their faces, greeting every customer warmly. Their tenacity and optimism towards life were touching.

The grandparents and grandchildren walked around and stopped everywhere. When they saw tofu pudding, Chu Xiaoxiao asked for a bowl.

Mao Liuer personally served them: "Old lady! This is the sweet tofu pudding you ordered for your granddaughter. We also have salty ones here, would you like a bowl?"

The old lady looked at him calmly and nodded kindly: "Give me a bowl."

The black-haired boy sat next to his master. The tofu pudding in the bowl in front of him was also sweet. He stirred it for a while, but didn't dare to eat it, fearing that he had been drugged.

Milk ball couldn't wait to scoop up a mouthful of tofu pudding, blew on it, and put it into his mouth. It was soft, tender, and sweet, and the unique fragrance of tofu pudding instantly filled his mouth.

After tasting it carefully for a while, he sighed helplessly.

[Why don't you have the knockout drug? I've already offered it to you, why don't you take action? Boring.]

The charcoal-head was overjoyed. It was good that there was no knockout drug! If there was no knockout drug, he would try it. If there was really a knockout drug, he would not dare to eat it. He had to protect his master.

The old lady was relieved to hear that the tofu pudding in her granddaughter's bowl was not drugged.

She was also worried that something might happen to her granddaughter, and she should start from there to quickly control the situation.

There are four people in this tofu pudding shop, all men, and no women, which feels strange.

They were not a family, but the shopkeeper and his assistants. It was even more strange that four grown men were guarding a shop and they did not look like relatives, but they cooperated well with each other.

The shopkeeper Mao Liu'er looked very shrewd. His three assistants were all sturdy men with physical features similar to those of northerners.

She had fought with the Northerners no less than a hundred times and was very familiar with their behavioral characteristics.

These three guys are skilled in kung fu. Although they try their best to hide it, ordinary people can't tell anything. But she is different. She can see a clue from the way they constantly stir the soy milk in the pot.

The Northern Kingdom has surrendered, but the spies are still ready to make moves. It's really funny.

As long as they dare to attack her granddaughter, even if she is old and no longer as brave as she used to be, she can still subdue these people.

The boiled soy milk in the pot is the best weapon. Taking advantage of that advantage, pouring all the boiling soy milk into their eyes will surely make them lose their fighting ability instantly.

In the past, she would never have been able to do this.

It’s different now. Ever since her granddaughter gave her the spiritual spring water and spiritual fruit, her body functions are comparable to those of a strong adult. Dealing with such a few people should be no problem for her.

She fought not with force but with wit.

As long as their eyes are burned, even the most powerful kung fu may not be able to hit the target accurately.

What's more, Black Charcoal Head is there, he can protect his granddaughter from harm.

The old lady was rehearsing in her mind how to deal with the four men in the tofu pudding shop after her granddaughter got into trouble. Chu Xiaoxiao had already eaten a small half of the tofu pudding bite by bite.

If she hadn't already had breakfast, she might have been able to finish it all.

[Alas! If there is no knockout drug, it will be useless if you take it. It is better to take less.]