Soon, Shangguan Xu Yang followed the ninth uncle and the four eyebrows to meet the current head of the Maoshan faction, Mao Qingfeng.

Speaking of the head of the Maoshan faction, his experience is really amazing.

The story has to start from the beginning, Mao Qingfeng's hometown is in the area of Linshan in present-day Shandong.

In the early years, due to disasters and famines, and other reasons, Mao Qingfeng's mother took him here at the age of six to escape the disaster.

As for Mao Qingfeng, his father went out to work to make money when he was born, and he never returned, and even Mao Qingfeng almost had no memory of his father in his memory.

Because there is no possibility of a father, Mao Qingfeng's mother and him are at home, so Mao Qingfeng has been more sensible than ordinary children of the same age since he was a child, which is very worry-free for his mother.

However, I don't know if God is deliberately making things difficult, or what. On their way to escape, they unfortunately encountered a tiger, and at that time, Mao Qingfeng's mother sacrificed herself in order to let him escape.

Because he had no father, and his mother was killed in front of his eyes, he hated it very much, hated this era, hated those demons and monsters, hated all the people who bullied them, but he was young and had no skills.

At that time, although Mao Qingfeng finally ran to a small town, because Mao Qingfeng had no money, he later became a beggar on the street.

Mao Qingfeng also tried to brush the dishes at other people's inns, but he never had a salary, and he only had a steamed bun and a little pickle leftovers for each meal.

And the people in the inn always bullied him, and let him do all the dirty work, but he was a six or seven-year-old child, what kind of physical work could he do? So he was not allowed to eat until he could finish his work, and in his last anger he escaped and became a beggar.

Mao Qingfeng's days of becoming a beggar at that time were actually good, because at that time** was relatively good, sometimes there would be ** out of the warehouse to put food, although it was less, but it was not starving, and then sometimes there would be well-wishers to give him a few copper plates, Mao Qingfeng He would not freeze to death, although he was small, he also knew how to save, and wrapped the remaining copper plates with rags and hid them in a hidden corner.

But the good times didn't last long, and I don't know if there were more people fleeing or the demons and monsters were rampant, ** The food in the warehouse gradually decreased, I didn't feel it at first, and in the end there was no food at all.

Say**There is no food, and no one will believe it, but ** will not send it to you, what can I do? People have guns in their hands, and if you dare to make trouble, you will go to Hades with one shot.

Mao Qingfeng saw that there was no food, so he went to the street all day long to beg, and the daily income was all based on luck, sometimes if the luck was good, there would be more than a dozen copper plates, and there would be a surplus in addition to eating.

Bad luck for three or five days no one gave a copper plate, but slowly the beggar was not easy to be, and there began to be competition, but this little orphan, helpless, became a "little fresh meat" in the wolf pack.

Three hundred and sixty lines, each line is not easy to do, and the means of competition are endless, Mao Qingfeng is still just a child, there will be so much understanding.

So there were some able-bodied beggars who had crooked thoughts, every time they waited for Mao Qingfeng to finish begging, they would snatch the money he begged for, and if Mao Qingfeng resisted, he would beat him, anyway, he was a stinky little beggar, and his hair hadn't grown yet.

So he didn't get the money for half a month, and the remaining copper plates were used up. This winter, Mao Qingfeng curled up on the side of the road alone, what? Why don't you go to some abandoned old temple, dead body inn or Yizhuang. The old temple is full of "old guys", and they are also popular among beggars, and Mao Qingfeng can't beat them, as for Yizhuang or the Dead Corpse Inn, Mao Qingfeng is still a child, and of course he still has a sense of fear of those.

"Are you going to freeze to death?" Mao Qingfeng was trembling and saying alone in single clothes at this time, at this time, God didn't seem to hear the child's call, and it was snowing heavily.

Whirring, the cold north wind blowing. And Mao Qingfeng's body was almost covered with snow, and his body was frozen and frozen. "Mom~ Is that you?" Mao Qingfeng muttered in his mouth, as if he saw his father and mother. After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Miss, Miss, look, is that a child?" A woman holding an oil-paper umbrella pointed at Mao 18 and said loudly.

"What's Xiao Cui's name? Haven't you been a little reserved, huh? Fauber, go over and take a look. A woman sitting in a sedan chair said. Yes, miss. ”

An old man named Fubo on the side of the sedan replied.

Then I saw him walking quickly to him, Fu Bo directly stepped forward and swept away the snow on Mao Qingfeng's body with his hand, then touched Mao Qingfeng's forehead with his hand, touched Mao Qingfeng's pulse, and finally touched Mao Qingfeng's artery, looking at Mao Qingfeng's face that had been frozen black and purple, Fu Bo frowned and said to the sedan chair:

"Miss, this child is about to freeze to death, his pulse is weak, and his arteries are beating weakly."

"Ah, what then?" Before the young lady in the sedan chair could speak, Xiao Cui on the side shouted.

"What are you calling!" The young lady heard Xiao Cui's shout and opened the curtain and said angrily. "Miss, look at him pitiful, let's save him."

Xiao Cui stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly to the young lady. "Well, grandma also said that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. The young lady nodded, then looked at Fauber and said:

"I'll leave this kid to you, Fauber." "Well, I will try my best, whether I can survive depends on the creation of this child." Fu Bo answered, picked up Mao Qingfeng and followed the sedan chair and disappeared into a blank of snow.

Fu Bo is a servant of a large family, and he is almost a housekeeper, who was rescued by the fifth master in the early years and asked for food.

And the fifth master is a famous businessman in Xiangxi, with a lot of wealth, commonly known as the "rich man"

Originally, today was the fifth master's daughter Wu Yuanyuan went out to a friend's house as a guest, and she forgot the time on a whim, so she came back late.

I happened to come back late, so I happened to meet Mao Qingfeng.

Fu Bo entered the room with Mao Qingfeng, who was cold, lit a fire, and asked people to take out ginger and boil a bowl of hot soup for Mao Qingfeng to serve, and then put him in the thatched quilt.

Fu Bo glanced at Mao Qingfeng, his eyes full of sighs and resentment.

"Alas! When will the world of come to an end? Fauber sighed and muttered to himself.

Fu Bo turned out to be a beggar, once he was about to starve to death, and was rescued by the fifth master, and then stayed by the fifth master's side to repay the kindness.

Now that he saw Mao Qingfeng, he thought of his own year, and couldn't help but add a handful of firewood to the stove.

"Ahem" Gradually, Mao Qingfeng seemed to have regained consciousness, only to feel a warm current in his lungs and throat, and his long-lost consciousness regained a little.

When Fu Bo heard Mao Qingfeng's movement, he immediately got up and came over to take a look, only to see that Mao Qingfeng's face had retreated most of the black and purple due to lack of oxygen at this time, but it was still a little unhealthy yellow.

Mao Qingfeng woke up and saw that he was in a room, and immediately knew that it was the old man in front of him who saved him, although he had never been to school, but he also knew that the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring, not to mention that the old man in front of him saved himself.

Mao Qingfeng didn't think about it, and hurriedly wanted to get up and kowtow to Fu Bo, but before he could stand up, his eyes were dark and he fainted with hunger.

Seeing that he had just woken up and was in a coma, and looking at the shabby single clothes he was wearing, he must have been hungry, so he asked someone to make a meal and send it over later.