The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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His adoptive father found him in a garbage dump in the back alley of a brothel.

At that time, his umbilical cord was still connected to his body, and he was only wrapped in a peach-pink thin quilt. His wrinkled body was red and white.

Abandoned at birth.

He had suspected more than once that his adoptive father was his biological father. Otherwise, how could this lame man with his selfish and violent temper be so compassionate as to adopt an abandoned baby.

But he soon overturned this guess, because after the old immortal pulled him until he could walk, he threw him outside to beg for food.

No matter how violent the storm is outside and the money and rocks are flowing, he has to find enough money and food before he can come back, otherwise a severe beating will be waiting for him.

"You've been begging for a steamed bun all day? Get out of the door, I'll be annoyed when I see you."

It was windy and rainy outside the shabby house. He huddled up with his thin body, still wet from the rain, and developed a high fever in the middle of the night.

He had a headache and a sore throat. He listened to the snoring in the room that was louder than thunder. For the first time, he felt that everything was ruthless, and the quagmire he was in was even more cruel and dark.

He overcame the high fever. The next day, his adoptive father looked at his lifeless appearance and felt a rare kindness. He carried him outside to ask for food and medicine.

The doctor saw his bloodless face and limbs so thin that the bones could be seen, and immediately gave them food and medicine.

It was impossible for his adoptive father to cook medicine for him.

He squatted in a corner and watched his adoptive father throw down the bowl after finishing the meat, and immediately crawled over to grab the remaining rice and finish it.

After his adoptive father fell asleep at night, he dug out a pottery jar without a broken bottom from the garbage outside in the dark, poured all the medicinal ingredients into it, added water and boiled it. After the dark medicinal juice gradually dried up, he kicked the fire away. Wait quietly for the medicinal soup to cool down.

He was so hungry that he not only drank the bitter medicine, but also ate the dregs of the medicine. For the first time, he felt what it meant to be full.

The cold night suddenly became hot. Shen Zhaodu looked back and saw that the northeast corner of his thatched house had been burned down - the fire he had just kicked ignited the dry thatch.

"Father-"

He kicked the door open and shook his adoptive father from his deep sleep: "Get up, there's a fire!"

The adoptive father was startled and pulled him out of the door quickly.

The house doesn't belong to them. If it burns down, just find another ruined temple.

But the adoptive father couldn't figure out who he had offended, so when he asked him, he just lied expressionlessly: "That three-legged guy with no fingers had a quarrel with you a few days ago."

The adoptive father cursed and walked quickly to San Leizi's house with a cane.

The father and son soldiers went into battle, and they beat the innocent San Lezi severely, and also confiscated the big meat bun he had just begged for.

The adoptive father divided the buns into five pieces and handed a piece to him: "You are not bad, you know how to save me and protect me. I won't hit you in the future."