Tian Dazhuang's zombie deity transformed into an old beggar, begging for money from the crowd, looking at Muxiao City secretly, and playing the old beggar vividly.

The Blue Moon Mine is more than 100,000 miles away from Muxiao City, where the breath of the Soul Yin Dan comes out, so the zombie deity is easy to find, but the luck is not bad, and I finally found it.

The old beggars were begging in the streets, and when people saw the unkempt old beggars, they hid far away, fearing that the old beggars would stain their clothes.

......

Hawkers can be seen everywhere, there are farmers who came to Muxiao City on the first day, tasting all kinds of delicacies on the street, and some children dragging their mothers to the vendors selling rock sugar gourds, begging for food.

Outside a restaurant, there is a small noodle vendor, and the vendor's tool for making noodles is a small wooden box with a small stove and a small pot on top of the stove.

The noodle seller has two small square tables next to him, each of which is equipped with four benches, and there are three or two customers waiting for the noodles at this time, and the boss is making noodles for the guests in the small pot.

"I wish the boss a prosperous business, can you enjoy a bowl of noodles for the old man!"

The boss was scooping out the cooked noodles into the empty bowl, when he suddenly heard a voice from the side, and immediately raised his head to see a dirty and old beggar looking at him with cloudy eyes.

"Hey, old man, it's not that I won't give it to you, you should leave quickly, otherwise it will affect my business!"

The boss sighed, saw that the old beggar was pitiful, and wanted to order a bowl of noodles for the old beggar, but he was afraid that people would see it and not come to take care of the business in the future.

"Old man, there is a ruined temple not far from the city, where there are many beggars, you can go over and take a look!"

The boss looked at the old beggar who was about to turn around and leave, and admonished.

"Thank you boss!"

The old beggar turned back and smiled at the boss, and walked towards the ruined temple that the boss had said.

...

"These days, it's not easy for the croppers, and I don't know if this old beggar has children and grandchildren!"

"If he doesn't have children and grandchildren, it's really pitiful, if he has children and grandchildren, and he is still begging when he is so old, then his children and grandchildren are really evil!"

"If I were rich, I would help him, and I would be a poor farmer!"

"Hey, this year's harvest isn't good!"

"Guest, your face is ready!"

“...”

The old beggar hadn't gone far, and a few guests waiting for the noodles shook their heads and discussed the pity of the old beggar.

......

The old beggar shook his head when he heard the words coming from behind, and quickened his pace towards the broken temple that the noodle boss said, and after walking for more than ten minutes, the old beggar saw the broken temple in the distance.

In the distance, there are two beggars in rags at the gate of the ruined temple, standing guard at the gate of the ruined temple.

"Stop, where are you from?"

One of the beggar guards, blocking the old beggar with a long stick in his hand, asked loudly.

"Ahem, because of physical reasons, the old man has been begging along the road for most of his life, and his home is far away!"

The old beggar who had changed into a zombie deity coughed a few times and said slowly.

"It's all hard work, let's go in!"

The beggar guard withdrew the long stick that had blocked the old beggar and said gently.

The old beggar passed between the two guards and entered the ruined temple. The statue in the center of the ruined temple has long been damaged, and the ground of the ruined temple is covered with thick straw.

On the straw in the middle of the ruined temple, there was a middle-aged beggar, who was sleeping, snoring from time to time.

"This should be the leader!"

The old beggar thought to himself, and did not disturb the middle-aged beggar's sweet dream, found a corner, curled up on the ground, and looked like he was going to sleep.

...

At night, the sound of noisy shouting woke up both the old beggar and the middle-aged beggar.

"What did you get today?"

"Hey, don't mention it, it's just three steamed buns, it's too unlucky!"

"That's right, I've been wandering around for most of the day, and I've only begged for one steamed bun, and three others eat the rest of the Bo cakes!"

"Hey, what do you smell?"

"It seems to smell of bacon?"

“... It smells so good!"

"Whoever got the bacon, take it out!" the middle-aged beggar leader also sniffed and shouted into the crowd.

"Head, the fragrance seems to come from somewhere!"

A young beggar, sniffing vigorously and a lot of saliva came out of the corners of his mouth, and pointed to the corner of the old beggar.

"Who are you?"

The beggar leader frowned slightly, and asked the old beggar with a cautious expression on his face.

"Head, hello, the old man came to the pole at noon today!"

The old beggar's right hand, trembling, took out an oil-paper bag from the tattered placket on his chest, stepped forward, and handed it to the beggar leader.

The beggar leader took it, opened the oiled paper bag quickly, and saw that there was a fist-sized piece of bacon in the oiled paper bag, and all the beggars gathered around, drooling, and wanted to pounce on it and stuff it into their mouths.

"Okay, you're so old, you can't be a bad person, since you've come here, you'll be a family in the future!"

The beggar leader glanced at the old beggar, and said loudly with a serious face to all the beggars in the ruined temple.

"The head is right, we are family!"

"Everything is at the command of the head!"

"Head, this piece of bacon?"

In the crowd, there were a few sounds of swallowing saliva from time to time.

"Get out of the pot, it's still a big stew, stew the bacon in it, everyone has a share!"

The middle-aged beggar leader handed the bacon in his hand to the others and commanded.

The old beggar watched as everyone quickly dragged out a cauldron with broken edges from the corner, built a simple stove with several large stones that had been burned black, and suddenly lit a fire, and set the cauldron on the stone stove.

One of the beggars lifted the bucket and poured the muddy water into the cauldron, and the beggar, who was standing by the cauldron, quickly broke everything he had begged for into small pieces and threw it into the pot.

"Tear the bacon smaller, otherwise someone won't be able to eat it!"

The leader also hastily commanded.

The old beggar looked at the busy crowd, and suddenly felt that this kind of life was very good, there was no abuse and deceit, no malicious scheming, although the life was a little harder, but it was very happy.

"Uh, I don't know what your last name is, we'll call it in the future!"

A little beggar took a bowl of stewed vegetables that had just come out of the pot, handed it to the old beggar, and asked in a low voice.

"The old man's surname is Tian, as for the name, hey, it's been decades, and I've long forgotten it!"

With trembling hands, the old beggar took a bowl of stewed vegetables handed over by the little beggar in his hand, and said heavily.

"Tian Lao, drink slowly, be careful of burning!"

After the little beggar finished speaking, he couldn't wait to run towards the cauldron, for fear that his share would be drunk by others.

The old beggar looked at the gray-white "stew" in the broken bowl, and found that there were minced steamed buns, shredded cakes, yellowed vegetable leaves, rice grains, and a few small shredded bacon.