During the Great Apocalypse, the world was peaceful, and the people lived in peace and contentment, which was the time when the fortune teller said that the wind and rain were smooth, but the truth was not necessarily, not everyone was happy and healthy, and there were still many beggars in the alleys of this big city, living in the alleys, begging on the streets. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This year's women and children are in rags, but they are also pitiful. One of the inconspicuous little dolls, with a clean face, is a red nose, as if he had a wind chill in the cold winter, which is not to say that his nose is not bright and can't smell, on the contrary, this guy's nose is comparable to a dog's nose, and can smell the smell that many people can't smell.

This little beggar's name is Ding Feng, this name is naturally given by his father, but it is also the name of a majestic general, the previous days were hard, but the family was also happy, but his talented father, this imperial examination repeatedly failed, and finally became depressed and died.

Soon after, Ding Feng's mother also went to Xitian Bliss with his Xiucai father, leaving Ding Feng alone, helpless, and was separated by those relatives for a reason, bullying Ding Fengren who was ignorant of the world, except for a large collection of books from his dead ghost father, he had nothing to do.

Ding Feng rubbed his signature red nose, leaned against a pile of musty books, and leisurely held a few pages of books in his hand, thinking of what had happened to him in the past few years, he repaid the warmth and coldness of the world, and couldn't help but sigh: "My dead ghost father can only teach me to read and write, but he can't teach me the principles of dealing with people, and I am bitter!"

Suddenly, he sniffed, squinted at the old beggar beside him, and saw what he was hiding in his arms, so he asked with a smile: "Old pockmark, where did you steal the roast chicken?" You can watch the new chapter

The beggar who was called Lao Mazi by Ding Feng changed his complexion, wiped his old face full of dirt, and pretended to be stupid and said: "How can there be, where is the roast chicken in my arms, stinky boy, you can eat randomly, and you can't talk nonsense!"

But no, as soon as Ding Feng's words came out just now, several pairs of green eyes stared at this old beggar, terrifying!

Ding Feng laughed, touched his red signboard again, pointed to the old beggar and said, "Old pockmark, I didn't say that I was in my arms, you said, you are not a thief, what is it?"

Lao Mazi sighed in his heart, and secretly complained, who said that scholars are useless? Isn't this little ghost in front of him just know a few words, read books for two years, and can write a few words, so he turned around the beggars here.

Seeing that the hungry wolves were about to pounce with their eyes in their eyes, Lao Mazi shouted in a loud voice: "Ouch, ancestors, alas, it was given by the people of Jinfeng Tower, first come, first served, if you go late, it will be gone!"

Hearing this, this group of beggars is like a rat out of the nest, rushing out, this year, it would be good to be able to eat a piece of shredded meat, let alone roast chicken, so where can there be room for people?

The alley was also cold, but there were also two people left, one was Ding Feng, and the other was this old pockmark, the old pockmark held his head left and right to see that there was no one, took out the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper from his arms, licked the chicken fat that was licked out, and it seemed that the soul head was about to fly in.

It's just that Lao Mazi didn't see that there was another person behind him, and suddenly his shoulder was patted, and his neck turned stiffly, and it was the red nose with a grinning smile on his face, and he cursed without cursing: "It's you red nose again! Why don't you grab one, stick to me!"

Ding Feng didn't speak but spread his hands, Lao Mazi scolded and tore a chicken leg for him, then turned his back and bit it in a big gulp, and said in a daze: "If there is wine...... Gee. ”

Ding Feng asked about the taste of this roast chicken, and when he took a bite, the chicken juice overflowed, and he was so happy! This is the authentic Fu Liji roast chicken, and I heard that the emperor likes this taste.

One leg down the stomach, Ding Feng patted his stomach, and he was half full, thinking of his red nose that he loved and hated, his face was a little bitter.

This smell has a special meaning for Ding Feng, because this good man has a good smell, and the wicked have a bad smell, if you ask those wicked people for pity, maybe they will be slaughtered with a knife, of course, these beggars are the masters of words and colors, and they will not be so ignorant and unclear.

It's just that in this world, many wicked people want to pretend to be a good person, Ding Feng knew that not long ago, the disappearance of a female beggar was related to that Chen Yuanwai, he had a smell of blood, obviously this guy is not a good thing, but on weekdays, this Chen Yuanwai's reputation is good, only Ding Feng has never believed it, because the smell of this guy is too bad to avoid.

There is also the fact that Jinfeng Mansion opened today, obviously against the Chunfeng Pavilion, Ding Feng was afraid for a while when he thought of that smell, and made up his mind not to get any closer than half a step there.

When Ding Feng first arrived, he suddenly smelled a fragrant rouge smell, which was not tempting, but he followed the smell to find this place, and the taste was a change, it was really a five-flavor bottle, sweet and sour, bittersweet and salty, choking Ding Feng's tears and snot flowed out like a, and he woke up after lying for several days, and vowed never to get close to the place of fireworks for half a step.

Ding Feng thinks that he is also a literate person, although he is young, he knows the warmth and coldness of people, he understands what he should understand, and pretends not to understand what he shouldn't understand, this is Ding Feng's way of survival.

When he was bored, Ding Feng often flipped through the books of his dead ghost father, and was quite interested in those strange talks, ghosts painted skins, people and demons exchanged hearts, and all kinds of incredible things made him have endless reverie.

"Zi Bu is strange and confused, but those Confucian books are boring and boring, how can they compare to these interesting. ”

Seeing Ding Feng shaking his head and looking at the book, the old pockmark on the side came over and teased: "Little ancestor, prepare to rely on the imperial examination next year." ”

Ding Feng smiled freely, as if he didn't understand the mockery: "How can the imperial examination be so easy to test, and if I read through the 108,000 volumes, I won't take the bullshit imperial examination." ”

Lao Mazi blinked and asked, "Then what do you want to do, if you don't take the imperial examination, do you want to do coolies? ”

Ding Feng's eyes widened: "Of course I want to be an immortal, how can a coolie have an immortal at ease, I see that Lao Zhang, who is a coolie in the family next door, is worried about his son's marriage, I don't want to be like that in the future!"

The old pockmark shook his head and muttered in his mouth, this kid is crazy, crazy, a good boy.

Ding Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him, rubbed his red nose, opened a book that was eaten by insects, and the four big characters "Flying Immortal Sword Sutra" were written on it, which was quite magnificent, but it was in tatters, and it was impossible to see the whole picture.

This book was flipped through by Ding Feng for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, he thought he was extremely smart and intelligent, but he didn't understand the true meaning.

Ding Feng is actually a stubborn temper, he has nothing to do and fights with a book, as the saying goes, read the book a hundred times and see its righteousness, this "Flying Immortal Sword Sutra" was really read by him a little bit.

"Take the essence of hardware, restore it, and breathe through the whole body, hey, what kind of bullshit is this essence of hardware?"

This self-proclaimed and extremely smart person also had to scratch the back of his head, put this immortal book on his face, shrugged his eyelids lazily, looked at the sky, and fell asleep after a while.