() Small town. The autumn breeze was bleak and infinitely desolate, and in the corner of the wall, several teenagers about fifteen or sixteen years old were hugging each other and chatting.

Judging from their clothing, they are definitely not called the children of rich families, on the contrary, their ragged clothes and haggard expressions make people see their identity at a glance, a group of people living at the lowest level of society - waste pickers.

"Hey! Ergou, why did you say that the weather was so abnormal these days, it was quite warm a few days ago, but it was so cold in just a few days. A little fat man rubbed his hands together and sighed a few times, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to anyone, but he just looked at the sky and muttered so casually.

The child called "Ergou" was a small black and thin man, and when he heard someone talking to him, he looked at the sky with the same expression, his brows furrowed very tightly, as if he was worried, and tightened his thin clothes with a few patches, and then began to answer the little fat man's question.

"Hell, the weather, the business has affected it." This answer sounds a bit nondescript, and even some don't seem to be the answer to that question, but everyone knows that what he said is not wrong at all, life at the bottom of this society is inherently hard, usually not to mention that no one pays attention, even if there is time, there is no extra money to buy a TV set specifically to listen to the weather forecast, so no matter how bad the weather is, they will not pay too much attention to it.

It's just that this time there is a little difference, the sudden drop in the weather is not what they care about, and the inconvenience caused by this mutation to their "business" made them never expect that it has been two days, and the five of them have been sitting here quietly, without a trace of gain, they can only watch some elderly scavengers walk in front of them with meager trophies, and there is no smugness in their eyes, only Luo Tuo walks by.

Booty?

Yes, in such a cold weather, it seems that they don't even want to come out of the garbage, and they hide in the warm garbage cans at home, completely ignoring the little profit that the poor people outside have to get from them in exchange for a meal that is not delicious.

So how much you can gain in the past few days depends entirely on your combat effectiveness, now the largest garbage dump in the town has become a battlefield, only the strongest and most ferocious big heads can get the most harvest in this limited resources, and their few weak young people are obviously not the so-called strong and fierce big heads, they can only watch others busy on the high garbage mountain from a distance, and there is no way to do it.

"Chubby, why don't we try our luck, maybe dinner will be over for dinner." On the far left, a child with the same skinny skin and relatively fair skin spoke. The person who listened to this tone must have been the little fat man who spoke at the beginning, because among this group of obviously malnourished children, he was the only one who could be considered a little stronger.

"Forget it. It's not like you didn't go last time, and you didn't get beaten enough! Ergou swallowed his saliva and had palpitations, and hurriedly stopped him, it seems that this guy is not very bold, and he must have let the big head repair it last time, and he was already scared.

"If you wait like this, you have to starve to death, so you might as well fight with him." It was the leftmost child again, who rubbed his stomach with his hands on his face, and his face was sad, and he was angry at the disdain of his companions.

"Cut! You said the same thing last time, and when the time comes, you won't be the fastest runner. This time the second dog did not answer, and the tall thin man squatting next to him spoke first, although he had a branch of withered grass in his mouth, but the words were absolutely clear.

Hearing this, several people next to him also nodded, looking at the guy who could only talk about it with a look that didn't know what it meant. This man was seen by everyone to blush, and stood up suddenly, but I don't know if he was really hungry, or if he had squatted for too long and his legs were numb, or if he was trembling with anger, in short, his legs were trembling, and he was about to go up and swing his fist with a look of anger.

"Bamboo pole, what do you mean by that?" He pointed to the tall and thin man and asked angrily, seeing that the tall and thin man with this nickname is really as good as his name, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Loach, don't pretend to be ruthless with me, you kid, I haven't settled accounts with you last time." The bamboo pole spat out the dead grass in its mouth, and the loud sound made passers-by look in this direction a few more times.

After making sure that it was just a few little beggars fighting, he continued to walk in the same direction against the cold wind. After all, it's just a few scavengers, in other words, picking up rags, I'm afraid that a few more glances will make them feel that they have lost their identity, not to mention who will care about them and not get hurt.

The child called the loach heard the bamboo pole say this, his face turned even redder, as if he had done something bad and was exposed to his face, his eyes were on fire, his fists were clenched, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the bamboo pole.

"You wronged a good person, it was your bamboo pole that you were stupid and didn't run away, and you still have the face to make sense here." I can't beat it, but the loach's mouth is still unforgiving.

Another gust of cold wind blew through the bamboo pole, and his face turned white, and he must have said that he was stupid. The last time was also in the garbage mountain is the loach out of the loss of the idea, said that the people guard a piece of the hill to occupy their own mountain, the result of the bamboo pole arranged in the middle of the garbage mountain closest to the piece of the garbage mountain, just when the bamboo pole is busy in the old newspapers and cans, the big head is also approaching them step by step, and the final result can be imagined that the people next to them are naturally scattered to see that the situation is not good.

And the unlucky bamboo pole was dumped on the garbage mountain by the big head without the slightest mercy before he could figure out what was going on, and that afternoon the bamboo pole returned to the place where everyone was gathering with a bruised face, and did not say anything but glanced at the loach with resentful eyes, and fell asleep.

Now the opportunity has finally come, the volcano of the bamboo pole may erupt at any time, the loach kid is a slippery head or he will fall into such a nickname, usually in this circle belongs to the type of dog-headed military division, and what bad moves are generally thought up by him.

The bamboo pole knows that it is useless to reason with the loach, this guy can be cunning if he ignores it, not to mention that the bamboo pole is stupid and may not be able to say that the head is the way.

The bamboo pole also clenched his fists with both hands, not to mention that he was tall and thin, but his hands were not small, and two fists that were obviously disproportionate to his wrists hung on them, so that people could know at a glance that the anger contained in them was enough to burn a qiē.

"Damn! What are you doing, you kid still want to hit someone. The loach saw that the bamboo pole was really hot, and his hands were weakly released and he no longer clenched his fists, and he was really afraid that the bamboo pole would be stimulated for a while, and he would suffer a big loss.

But the loach is not a fool after all, he knows that he will block the bamboo pole with words first, and everyone will naturally pay attention to it when he says this, and if someone pulls him in a real fight, he will not suffer much loss, but the bamboo pole will be used first and will be called a provocation and trouble, so that everyone will treat him as a thorn.

Sure enough, as soon as Loach said this, Ergou and Xiaopang also stood up, and one pulled one to say something round, and gradually separated the two of them again, no longer squatting on the ground but separated Ergou and Chubby in the middle, and the matter was calmed down.

The bamboo pole did not give up and stretched out his head to look at the loach from time to time, I really hoped that he could say something that he didn't know about the current affairs, so that he could find a reason to teach him a lesson, but the loach didn't say anything or even look at the bamboo pole, which also made the bamboo pole's plan to beat him completely ruined.

At this time, the wind was even colder, and the whistling bamboo pole was also killed by the cold wind, and it didn't matter if it was cold or not, he sat on the ground with his hands and knees and tried to hide his stomach in the warm thighs, and then he showed a slightly painful expression and squeezed out a faint moan from between his teeth.

"What's the matter, bamboo pole, stomach aches?" Ergou sat next to him, and looking at his expression, he knew that he had made an old mistake again.

"Well, no...... It's okay. The bamboo pole gritted his teeth and pulled out a hand and pressed it lightly on his stomach before he could respond from the pain.

"Definitely hungry, or ...... Or ......" Ergou was a little hesitant to speak, and finally didn't say anything.

"No! We eat by picking up rags, and we are not beggars, we want it by ourselves, and I don't force it if it is not our own. The bamboo pole knew what Ergou wanted to say, but he said that he didn't agree to do it, because he didn't want everyone to squat on the side of the road and beg for him, so he would feel very sorry for everyone.

The little fat and loach next to him also surrounded him, although there was some estrangement just now, but they were also companions together, the loach's concern was still overflowing, and he couldn't say anything and could already see that he was feeling annoyed about the quarrel with the bamboo pole just now.

The bamboo pole only felt that his stomach was more painful now, one hand was no longer controllable, he pressed his hands heavily on his stomach, only to reduce the pain a little, the beads of sweat the size of the bean were not blown away by the cold wind at all, and rolled down, and finally fell on his hands, body, and ground.

Just when the bamboo pole felt that he could no longer bear the pain, and the god jīng was about to collapse, suddenly a melodious tone penetrated through the eardrum and directly into his stomach, making him extremely comfortable, as if his stomach was no longer so painful at this moment.

Gradually, the tone stopped, and the only one of the five who did not speak took off a small, thin piece of bamboo that was attached to his mouth, took it into his arms, opened his eyes, and stood up slowly.

"Why?" After a long time, I looked at the bamboo pole with my eyes and said three words simply, but my eyes had an indescribable chill and sharpness, and after reading it, I felt an irresistible magic.