Chapter 117: Harvesting and Cutting

For a boy whose life can already be described as poor, giving alms to a strange little beggar, and not being a beggar's pickpocket 100 yuan, Xu Qingmei really doesn't understand this kind of thing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although Wang Yao's own example is very touching.

After paying the bill, she went out of the supermarket, and on the way back, Xu Qingmei told Wang Yao about the pickpocket organization, which is not a secret among many old Hangzhou residents.

The beggars in martial arts novels often use Hangzhou as an important rudder, in fact, there is a reason, because it is a wealthy area in the south of the Yangtze River, so there were many refugees who fled in the early years, and the refugees had no serious jobs and no fields, so they could only beg along the streets to make a living.

Over time, an organization was formed, and this kind of beggar gang organization became more and more powerful, almost developed into several major tumors in society, and even the government was a little powerless.

At the same time, there are some frenzied people who are no longer satisfied with taking the initiative to beg, but follow the example of some street performers to train children, because improper means lead to children's disabilities, and find that disabled children can inspire people's sympathy.

As a result, some people who have lost their conscience, for money, began to buy orphans everywhere and beg on the streets to become disabled.

After hearing this, Wang Yao felt that his whole life was not very good, he was also an orphan, although he had never wandered, but he felt that if he had come back without his adoptive father, would he be like those poor children now?

It's scary to think about.

Xu Qingmei talked about these things, Wang Yao had never seen them in books, but in reality he saw the other side of society, and he shuddered.

After returning home, Wang Yao couldn't slow down.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, He Saifei's chuckle woke Wang Yao up.

Wang Yao came back to his senses, pulled the corners of his mouth and got up, "Senior sister, are you here?"

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Wang Yao seemed to look a little bad, He Saifei pinched Wang Yao's chin and asked.

"Nothing. Wang Yao shook his head and took out the money left over from yesterday's clothes from his pocket, "I had a small accident today, and I spent 100, and I will withdraw the money for you next time." ”

"Why are there so many left?What did you buy?" He Saifei looked at the remaining six hundred yuan and asked suspiciously, "I'll check it." ”

Wang Yao opened the wardrobe that he had packed up yesterday, and it contained the clothes and shoes he bought yesterday, and the Walkman was his own money.

"It took more than two hundred to do so much?" He Saifei was very surprised.

"It's still been fooled. Wang Yao smiled.

"You're really going to get by. He Saifei smiled: "Are you still used to living with Xu Lao?"

"There's nothing uncomfortable. Wang Yao scratched his head.

"After a long time, you feel bored. He Saifei smiled, and the two went upstairs, Xu Feng and Mao Weitao were talking about things, and Xu Qingmei was studying ink at the desk.

A floral dress exposed her white and tender arms, which formed a strong contrast with the jet-black ink stone on her hands, and her beautiful face carried a different kind of tranquility.

"Meimei is really handsome. He Saifei chuckled and walked over, wiping a handful of admiration on Xu Qingmei's cheek.

Sister Fei teased me again. Xu Qingmei's face was slightly red, and she glanced at He Saifei with disgust, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Sister Fei seems to be getting more and more beautiful." ”

"The little mouth is so sweet. He Saifei pursed his lips and chuckled, glancing at Wang Yao, who was walking around the bookshelf, "You two are classmates, right?" ”

"Well, different classes. Xu Qingmei followed He Saifei's gaze and looked at Wang Yao, who had changed into a white shirt, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration.

"Then he should be quite popular at your school. He Saifei asked with a smile.

"Welcome?" Xu Qingmei paused for a moment, Wang Yao was famous in school before, but he was definitely unpopular and even a little excluded, "It doesn't seem to be, he is in school, quite low-key." ”

"There are so many girls in your school, how can the boys keep a low profile?" He Saifei said with a smile.

"Well, he wasn't like this before. Xu Qingmei's hand movements did not stop, and the voice of the ink-graphite inkstone was very good, "He was a little obscene before." ”

"Lewd?" He Saifei was shocked.

"He used to be thin and small, and a little rickety, and he was always alone, looking at the thief. Xu Qingmei recalled Wang Yao's previous image at school, and then blinked, "I don't know what's going on recently, it's suddenly like this." ”

"No, the first time I saw him, he seemed pretty good, except for a little dirt. He Saifei muttered suspiciously.

"In the last month, he's changed a lot. Xu Qingmei stopped what she was doing, moistened her pen and prepared to write, "Maybe the teacher said that puberty has begun?"

"That also developed too late. He Saifei touched his chin, "It's strange." ”

"Or maybe he pretended to be before. Xu Qingmei spread out an ancient book and began to trace the ancient characters on it.

"But it's pretty good now. He Saifei looked at Wang Yao holding the thread-bound ancient book under the bookshelf, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he laughed softly.

Xu Qingmei looked up, her eyes and wrists trembled at the same time, the pen and ink blurred on the paper, she blushed and coughed in her heart, and continued to trace carefully.

There are really a lot of books on Xu Feng's bookshelf, Wang Yao only took a cursory look at the classification yesterday, from poems to historical records, official history, four books and five classics, and various humanities biographies.

Wang Yao is purposefully looking for some folk humanities biographies this time, and wants to find some archetypal records of beggars or 'beggar gangs' in the past.

Wang Yao quickly flipped through more than a dozen ancient books, and finally found a copy of "Qing Barnyard Banknotes", which contained an example that made Wang Yao creepy.

"Qing Barnyard (Bai) Banknotes" is a compilation of the history of the Qing Dynasty. From the collections, notes, notes, newspapers, and sayings of the Qing people and their neighbors, they were widely searched and collected, and they were edited by Pan Yong, a Qing person, because of the style of "Song Barnyard Banknotes".

This volume, it is the beggar, the animal volume.

There are two strange events recorded in the Qianlong period, there are two people in a certain city holding a dog, and the size of the dog is very large, and the description is:

The first two toes are longer than the canine toe claws, and the hind feet are bear-like, tailed and small. The eyes and nose are like people, never like dogs, and the whole body is dog hair, can make human speech, sing all kinds of songs, all according to the stanza. The audience is like a blockage, fighting for money in order to get a song.

It means that this dog has two long paws on its front feet, and its hind feet are like bear feet, and its eyes and nose are the same as those of humans, which is different from normal dogs, but it has hair all over its body, can speak human language, and can sing small songs.

Later, this 'strange beast' attracted the attention of the government, and after the county commander personally came to watch it, he arrested these two people and tortured them severely, and finally these two said that this 'strange beast' was made by them. ’

The 'strange beast' is called a human dog, and the production method is so cruel that it loses its conscience.

Catch a three-year-old child, soak the skin with means, the skin falls off, and then apply the dog hair to it, and then apply the medicine, and when the skin heals naturally, the dog hair has grown in the skin, and the tail is born with another medicine and dog hair, becoming a canine appearance.

Not only is the process brutal, but the survival rate is so low that only a dozen children can survive.

The book calls this method 'harvesting and cutting'.