"Zhang Jiayong, did you bring this month's donation?"

In a remote alley not far from the school gate, three young men with strange hair colors forced a student in a school uniform to the wall, and one of them, Huang Mao, snatched the student's schoolbag from his hand.

After reaching into the various openings of the bag for a while, he turned the bag over, and the contents were scattered on the ground, but there was nothing but books and a pencil case.

"You little cub, I asked you to bring donations yesterday, but you didn't bring them today? It's the third today, do you want to delay until the middle of the month? Or don't you want to pay it?"

Huang Mao didn't find the money, so he angrily threw the empty schoolbag on Zhang Jiayong's face and scolded him.

"Viagra, I'll give it to you tomorrow, I've been strict at home lately, I'm ......"

Zhang Jiayong looked at the other person, and before he could open his mouth to defend a few words, he was interrupted by the big voice of the viagra.

"For the sake of our surnames Zhang, Lao Tzu will give you another day, and if you don't see the donation money tomorrow, Lao Tzu will abolish you!

His other two followers also followed suit, and after patting Zhang Jiayong twice, they followed behind Huang Mao with a small fart.

Zhang Jiayong wiped his face vigorously, looked at the departing Zhang Wei and his two younger brothers, and secretly hated himself for being useless.

Zhang Wei in Huang Mao's mouth is a student of Wuzhen No. 2 Middle School, but because his family has a bit of power, he is idle all day long, skipping classes and skipping classes are commonplace, and he often interacts with some idle people in society, and the idle people naturally refer to those little gangsters.

The donation they just mentioned is actually a protection fee, which is tantamount to blackmailing Zhang Jiayong. It's not that Zhang Jiayong hasn't tried to resist, but he alone is not the opponent of Zhang Wei and the three of them at all, and he has also reacted to the school, but due to the power of Zhang Wei's family, the school has no practical action to give him, but only gives a verbal warning.

A verbal warning is just a painless thing for Zhang Wei, so he won't care about this, but because of this matter, he blackmailed Zhang Jiayong even more, and he asked Zhang Jiayong to pay a protection fee of 1,000 yuan every month.

After entering the fifties of the 21st century, people's material level has been significantly improved, and 1,000 yuan at this time is equivalent to 500 yuan in the past, so it is not very valuable, but compared to Zhang Jiayong's family situation, it is already a large number.

Zhang Jiayong's mother usually relies on opening an online store to sell some clothes as a source of income, while his father has been working outside the home, and may not be able to come back once a year, but he will send 10,000 yuan of living expenses back to him and his mother every month, but despite this, in this era of high consumption, it is still not enough to spend, and every time it is a closely linked flower.

And Zhang Jiayong's living expenses are 2,000 yuan a month, and the protection fee is 1,000 yuan a month, resulting in him only drinking porridge every day.

"Fuck Zhang Wei, I won't let you go when Lao Tzu gets ahead!" After picking up the last book on the ground and stuffing it into his schoolbag, Zhang Jiayong's emotions could no longer be restrained, and he threw the schoolbag on the ground and burst into a foul mouth.

After doing all this, he sighed helplessly, picked up his school bag, and walked to the bus stop dejectedly.

However, after the bus arrived, when Zhang Jiayong got on the bus and swiped his card, he found that the balance in the card was insufficient! He hurriedly groped around his body, but found that he could not even touch a coin.

"Is there any money in the end? If not, go down quickly, delay time, and it will hurt me to deduct my salary!" said impatiently, most of the current buses are contracted to enterprises for private ownership, so the bus driver's meal is not so delicious, and he will be fired at every turn, which is the kind of dismissal that is not reasonable at all.

Hearing the voice of the bus driver, coupled with the fact that it had been delayed for a long time, the passengers on the bus all looked at Zhang Jiayong at the door, and suddenly Zhang Jiayong lowered his head in embarrassment and walked out of the bus backwards.

"Damn it, even the bus card is against me!" Zhang Jiayong angrily stuffed the bus card into his pocket, he didn't dare to lose or drop the bus card because of anger, and it would cost 100 yuan to make a material for this thing.

Alas, Zhang Jiayong sighed again, lamenting that in this era of money supremacy, the poor have no status at all, and they have exhausted all their strength just by living, so will the poor not be able to raise their heads for the rest of their lives?

Suddenly, under the slightly dim sky, a thunderbolt suddenly fell, and it landed near Zhang Jiayong, which startled him a lot, and he thought he was going to be killed by thunder.

The thunder struck in a garbage heap not far away, because of the high temperature generated by the lightning strike, the garbage heap emitted a strong stench, Zhang Jiayong covered his nose and quickly wanted to pass through the garbage heap.

"Huh, how can there be a person?" Just when he passed through the garbage heap, he found a person lying in the garbage heap, Zhang Jiayong thought to himself, this person couldn't have been struck by lightning just now, right? The thunder fell in the garbage heap, this person was probably a homeless man or something, lying in the garbage heap and sleeping, but he was struck by lightning, but he didn't know whether he was dead or not.

After all, this is also a human life, under the flood of sympathy, Zhang Jiayong walked over cautiously, but suddenly he stopped again, took out his mobile phone first, and took a few photos with a click, in case the scene was accidentally destroyed by himself, he could also leave some records.

"What is this?" As he got closer, Zhang Jiayong saw the whole picture of this "homeless man", he was wearing the kind of clothes worn by ancient soldiers, and he also had long braids.

Zhang Jiayong thought to himself, this person should not be an actor, right? He looked left and right, but he didn't find the camera, and if he was really filming, he suddenly broke into the camera, someone would definitely come out to stop him.

That's weird, who is this person?

"Save ...... Save me...... I am the Dragon Guard...... Long Shenwei commanded Zhang Xian to ...... "At this time, the "homeless man" who was struck by lightning intermittently asked Zhang Jiayong for help.

When Zhang Jiayong heard this, this person should not be a nervous disorder, right? What is this thing, he took out the phone and hesitated whether to call the police, but driven by curiosity, Zhang Jiayong decided to take this "homeless man" home.

I don't know where Zhang Jiayong got the strength, but he actually helped this "homeless man" who was dozens of pounds heavier than himself all the way back to his home, of course, in order to avoid the strange eyes of others, he specially waited until it was completely dark before acting, and also picked some remote alleys and paths.

After returning home, Zhang Jiayong stuffed the "homeless" into the utility room at home, his family's utility room was outside the house, and his mother rarely went there, so he was not afraid that his mother would find out about this "homeless".

For the sake of safety, he also tied up the "homeless man", Zhang Jiayong briefly checked the homeless man's body, and found that there was no external injury at all, but his face was a little pale, it should have been an internal injury or something, and it didn't seem to be life-threatening for the time being, but he was in a coma.

After doing all this, Zhang Jiayong returned home with a sense of relief, and after spreading out on the bed, he found that he was too tired to do anything, and he fell asleep groggily, until his mother Pan Tianhui came back from buying goods from outside, and then called the sleepy Zhang Jiayong up to eat.

"Xiao Yong, why hasn't the food on the table moved? Get up first and eat the food, otherwise it will not be good for your health." Pan Tianhui shook Zhang Jiayong on the bed and said.

"I see, Mom. Zhang Jiayong rubbed his eyes in a daze, and then said.

"Then you go and heat it up and eat it yourself, Mom is too tired to do it, so go to sleep first." After Pan Tianhui finished speaking, she left Zhang Jiayong's room.

Zhang Jiayong looked at the alarm clock at the head of the bed, it was already half past eleven in the evening, and at this time he found that his stomach had begun to resist, cooing and cooing, so he hurriedly went downstairs, and he didn't care about the hot dishes.

After eating, Zhang Jiayong touched his round belly with satisfaction, squinted his eyes and leaned back on the chair, and suddenly, he thought of the "homeless man" in the utility room.

So, Zhang Jiayong put the tableware on the table into the sink, quickly washed it and put it in the cupboard, and then filled a bowl of water with a cup and came to the utility room.

The "homeless man" still showed no signs of soberness, but Zhang Jiayong touched his chest and found that his heartbeat was more stable than just now, and it seemed that there were signs of improvement, so he held the head of the "homeless man" and poured the water in the cup into his mouth.

It seemed that the subconscious was still there, and the "homeless man" drank a small half cup of water very cooperatively.

After doing all this, Zhang Jiayong returned to his room, fell asleep deeply, slept until dawn, and the first thing he did after waking up was to go to the utility room to see the "homeless man".

When he came to the utility room, he found that the "homeless man" was still in a coma, so he wanted to take a look at his physical condition at the moment, but when he was close to the "homeless man", the "homeless man" suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Zhang Jiayong fiercely.

Zhang Jiayong was taken aback by the cold behavior of the "homeless man", hurriedly stepped back and sat on the ground.

"Who are you? How dare you plot against Ben General, where is this place? Is it a special prison?" the "homeless" said in a stern tone.

"I still want to ask who you are, inexplicably, if you don't thank me for saving you, you can even blame you?" Zhang Jiayong stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and said with a speechless face.

"This general is Zhang Xian, the commander of the four wings of the Dragon Divine Guard, and this general is fighting with the marshal on the battlefield, why did you come here? Who are you?" the "homeless man" who called himself Zhang Xian still questioned.

"Neurotic!" Zhang Jiayong left the utility room angrily after dropping this sentence, and if he didn't go to school, he would be late.