The three little guys were reluctant to eat it and wanted to hide it quietly, but suddenly they met Song Zhi's scrutinizing eyes.
"Hurry up and finish your meal. Get back to work. If you waste my time, I won't pay you."
She has only done half of her work here.
It gets dark early in winter, time is tight and the task is heavy, and she doesn't want to work overtime here at night.
Upon hearing this, the three little ones didn't dare to delay any longer.
The naan bread is soft and has a strong aroma, which is completely different from the hard steamed buns they usually eat.
They had never eaten anything so delicious!
After eating half of it, the three little guys stopped wanting to stuff the whole cake into their mouths and put the other half into their small cloth bags.
"Why don't you eat anymore? Don't you like it?"
Song Zhi picked a few cotton plants and turned around to see this scene. She asked curiously.
The taste of this naan bread is not as good as the whole wheat bread in the morning, but it is also a rare good thing in this era. Three little kids can’t be so picky, right?
"No."
San Ya quickly shook her head.
"The cakes my sister gave me are super delicious!"
"If it's delicious, why don't you eat it?" Song Zhi looked at the three thin little bodies and was really worried that they were not full and had no energy to work for him.
"It's just that we're full, so we want to take the rest back for Brother Qiu to try."
The three little guys looked at each other and explained a little uncomfortably.
San Ya looked at Song Zhi nervously, afraid that she would not agree to them taking the cake back.
"Sister, can we take this cake back?"
There was nothing left at home and Brother Qiu was still sick, so they came out to find a way to get some food to take back.
Song Zhi looked at the three uneasy little kids and curled her lips helplessly. She was not that stingy.
She nodded and told them to get to work.
After getting her consent, the three little ones' expressions immediately relaxed and they began to help her pick cotton enthusiastically.
They had no gloves and picked the frozen cotton stubble with their bare hands. They were not afraid of the cold and worked hard without saying a word. After a while, they had picked a small area of cotton.
Song Zhi was very satisfied with the excellent efficiency.
During breaks in work, Song Zhi had nothing to do and asked about their affairs out of curiosity.
"Aren't you orphans? Why do you have a brother? Why doesn't he come out to work with you?"
"We were orphans before, but then Brother Qiu adopted us." San Ya answered in a soft voice, and then she plunged into the cotton field and picked the cotton stubble skillfully.
Hearing this, Song Zhi frowned as he looked at the three little kids who were not even as tall as cotton stalks.
"Then what is he doing? He actually let you three carrot heads come out to steal food?"
These words made the three little guys' faces turn pale instantly.
"This matter has nothing to do with Brother Qiu!"
San Ya retorted excitedly, then realized that her voice was too loud. Her face turned even paler. She looked at Song Zhi cautiously and pleaded, "Sister, we really didn't mean to steal your things. Sister, please don't tell Brother Qiu about this."
Song Zhi looked at the little girl who looked frightened and worried, and thought to himself that he didn't say he was going to complain.
"He doesn't care about you. Why are you so afraid of him knowing? Are you afraid of being scolded or beaten?" Song Zhi curled his lips and guessed.
"No, Brother Qiu didn't ignore us. He just fell down the mountain a few days ago while cutting grass for the pigs and broke his leg. Now he can only recuperate at home."
When talking about this, the three little guys' eyes were red.
Song Zhi didn't expect that there was such a hidden secret. Looking at the sad faces of the three little cubs, she apologized awkwardly.
"I'm sorry."
The three little guys shook their heads to indicate that it was okay, sniffed bravely, and continued to work, their movements much more agile than before.
They had to finish their work quickly and go back early, otherwise Brother Qiu would worry.
"What's your brother Qiu's name?" Song Zhi asked casually.
Dabao paused, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and replied, "Brother Qiu's surname is Ran."
"Ran Qiu?" Song Zhi exclaimed, his eyes wide open.
The three little guys looked at her strange reaction in confusion, but still nodded.
"Brother Qiu's name is Ran Qiu."
Song Zhi stiffly restrained his out-of-control expression, but his ears were buzzing. Looking at the three little radish heads in front of him who looked like mud monkeys, this Ran Qiu should not be the same Ran Qiu, right?
"What does your brother Ran Qiu do?"
"Brother Qiu is so awesome! He's the Chinese teacher at Fengchuan Elementary School!"
Erbao raised his head proudly and spoke excitedly about the glorious glory of his brother Qiu.
Song Zhi felt as if a bolt of thunder had suddenly struck her, and her face suddenly fell.
This is really a coincidence.
This Ran Qiu is most likely the same Ran Qiu!
The reason why she was so impressed by the name was due to the old TV in the central area of the mental hospital.
When she is bored, she likes to go there and watch TV to kill time.
At that time, I happened to see a news report.
The news said that a gang of mafia members was executed.
She remembered clearly that in the news report, the leader of the underworld gang was named Ran Qiu.
He also has three capable assistants, two men and one woman. The four of them are very powerful in the underworld and have extraordinary abilities. The central government had to send five special police forces to catch them.
Ran Qiu was only 35 years old when he was shot, and the youngest of the remaining three capable men was only 21 years old.
The reason why Song Zhi was so impressed by this was because she saw the photo at that time.
The appearance of this gangster boss is in stark contrast to his identity.
He looks gentle and kind, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks clean and innocent. He doesn't look like a vicious gangster boss at all. Instead, he looks like a gentle and elegant scholar.
Until now, Song Zhi can still recall some of his appearance in the photo.
He was a man who looked as gentle as jade.
Song Zhi lowered her head, speechless, looking at the three little kids in front of her whose legs were not even as long as hers. It was hard to imagine that they would be the capable men of the future gang boss?
Especially when he saw Dabao and Erbao carefully hiding the naan in their arms and occasionally lowering their heads to sniff it, Song Zhi really connected them with the two drug lords in the news reports who collected protection fees from half of the city, opened the largest casino, and also sold contraband.
She looked at San Ya, who was pale and thin, as small as a cat, and it was even harder to imagine that she was the female leader who managed a gang of tens of thousands of prostitutes.
The three little guys felt a chill on their heads, and when they looked up, they saw Song Zhi's almost cracked expression.
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