"The surname is Jiang, you tell me the truth, have you offended anyone?" No matter how stupid Sun Xiaobei is, he can guess a few points by looking at Jiang Jiang's actions in the past few days.

"You're so smart," Jiang Jiang soothed Sun Xiaobei's thumb up, and continued to work on her beard, which was not firmly bonded in some places.

"Then won't the two of us leave the capital? Isn't it different to go to another city to get rich? Sun Xiaobei rolled his eyes and said.

Instead of being frightened in this place, it is better to go away and fly high, there is no master here, there is a place to raise a master.

"What do you know," Jiang Jiang sneered, "Haven't you heard that the world is as black as a crow?" Even if we flee to other places, will we still not be able to escape when we meet someone looking for something awkward? "With her beauty, she can get into trouble wherever she goes, and besides, the population density in the capital is the largest, so it is also the most troublesome to find someone.

"Little bit, you said that if a fish wants to hide, where is the safest place to hide?" Jiang Jiang touched his beard and asked Sun Xiaobei.

"Hiding in the weeds." Sun Xiaobei replied.

"That's not right."

"Hiding in the mud then?" Sun Xiaobei said again.

"That's not right."

"Then hide in a crack in the rock." Sun Xiaobei felt that his answer was very accurate.

"Not really."

"Where should that be?" Sun Xiaobei scratched his head.

"Hiding in a school of fish." Jiang Jiang said proudly.

This was the dirtiest street in Ling Tian City, and it was already located in the north of the city's lowest-lying area.

A twisting street, without even a decent house on either side.

This street was originally called Pingxiang Street, which means peace and auspiciousness, but people don't call it that, because the appearance here has nothing to do with peace and auspiciousness.

Most people call it coolie street because most of the people who live on this street are people who do hard work; Some people call it Rat Street, because there are a lot of rats in this street and the people here live like rats, looking at the low houses, dark and damp, like rat holes.

By this time, the sun had risen to a half-day high, and the temperature had risen with it, making the smell of the street more and more unpleasant. Garbage heaps in the sewage ditch were everywhere, and a few scrawny beggars rummaged around the garbage heap, but to no avail.

Coupled with the noisy shouting of people on the street, scolding children, beating wives, and arguing with each other, it seems that every sound proves the proverb that "poverty is the root of all evil".

There are more than 300 households and thousands of people on Coolie Street, which almost encompasses all the lowliest trades in Ling Tian City.

Someone once said that the three adults in Coolie Street sell coolies (laborers, secret prostitutes, water porters, plasterers, woodcutters), three adults sell crafts (iron, medicine, slaughter, and theft), and three adults sell kung fu (sewing, beading, and straw sandals, where "kung fu" refers to time), and there is still one percent of idlers who do nothing.

This adult does not work or sell his crafts, and of course they do not steal money, they just spend all day on the streets standing or sitting and doing nothing, but it is a miracle that these people survived.

Jiang Jiang and Sun Xiaobei stood on the street of Coolie Street, Jiang Jiang's expression was very calm, but Sun Xiaobei's face was very ugly. The reason why it is ugly is because the street has knocked him back in time all at once.

Standing at this street corner, he seems to have become the little Hanako who is begging and starving everywhere.

The strong sense of frustration made him discouraged, and the hope that had been ignited had been ruthlessly shattered at the moment, and his heart was discouraged.

"Are you sure we're going to settle here?" Sun Xiaobei asked Jiang Jiang how he wished Jiang Jiang could tell him that it wasn't, they were just passing by.

"yes, we're going to stay here." Jiang Jiang said.

"The capital is so big, can we only hide here?" Sun Xiaobei asked painfully.

"At the very least, you have to stay out of the limelight," Jiang Jiang said, "although this place is dirty and smelly, it is really safe." ”

There's no way that dead pervert could come to her in the slums anyway.

"I now know why you have to take this broken pot with you," Sun Xiaobei looked at the iron pot he was carrying in his hand and said, "Because you have already thought about it, and then we will live a begging life again." ”

This broken iron pot was Sun Xiaobei's belongings when he was a beggar, Jiang Jiang and he went all the way to Kyoto to take this iron pot and used it to cook many delicacies.

After they came to the capital, they stabilized, and there was a pot stove in the rented house, so naturally they no longer used this iron pot, but Jiang Jiang never threw it away, and now that they escaped this time, Jiang Jiang also asked Sun Xiaobei to take this pot.

Sun Xiaobei once felt that this pot was very shabby and too heavy, so it was better to throw it away, but Jiang Jiang insisted on staying.

"Do you think we're here to beg for food?" Jiang Jiang asked Sun Xiaobei, and without waiting for him to answer, he continued: "I asked you to bring this pot, not because we want to stay here. Don't say now, it's later, no matter how rich you become, you must keep it. ”

"Why is that?" Sun Xiaobei was puzzled.

"Because it allows you to remember what you were at the beginning, when you are too proud or unhappy, you can remember where you came from, I think everyone needs such a thing to remind themselves, don't forget what they were at the beginning, and don't forget their original heart." Jiang Jiang said.

Sun Xiaobei is still a child, and it is difficult to guarantee that she will not forget her roots due to expansion in the future, so she wants to leave this iron pot for him.

Sun Xiaobei didn't quite understand the meaning of Jiang Jiang's words, but he didn't refute it again.

The two walked into Coolie Street, inquired if there was a house for rent, and finally chose a family in the middle of the street.

The family's surname is Mu, and there are three people: an old grandmother who is nearly eighty years old, a widow in her forties, and a boy about the same age as Sun Xiaobei named Gouzi.

Jiang Jiang saw that this family was quite honest, and there were no adult men, Widow Mu was quick with her hands and feet, and the house was very clean.

There are three rooms in her family's house, the Mu family lives in the west room and gives up the east room to Jiang Jiang and Sun Xiaobei to live in, and the middle is a hall house, which also doubles as a kitchen.

Jiang Jiang only paid half of the house price, not because she didn't have any money, but because she understood that when she first arrived, her wealth must not be exposed.

After the simple cleaning was over, Sun Xiaobei lay on the kang and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

"Why don't you speak?" Jiang Jiang found that since he walked into this street, Sun Xiaobei had become extremely silent.

"If there's anything to say, just shrink here and be a mouse." Although Sun Xiaobei tried his best to restrain himself, his dissatisfaction was still vented.

"Why are you huddled here?" Jiang Jiang asked him, "We're going to be very busy next." ”

"Busy? Busy with what? Sun Xiaobei was too lazy to say: "Didn't you want to hide in this place if you offended someone?" Do you still show up to do business? ”