At this time, Lu Xiaodong was still dreaming of food, where could he hear someone calling him, the old beggar took the food that he went to the street to beg for early, gently placed it next to Lu Xiaodong, and went to chat with his old friend. By the time Lu Xiaodong woke up, it was already three poles a day. Lu Xiaodong opened his eyes, saw the food next to him, and then looked at the dazzling sunlight outside, stretched his waist, and smiled, "Grandpa must have gone to talk to Old Man Li again", Old Man Li is a beggar who can talk to the old beggar Lu Da, the two are of the same age, and they usually talk about everything. "Goo, goo" At this time, Lu Xiaodong's belly protested uncontrollably, gobbling up the porridge in the broken bowl, struggling to stand up, patting the dust on his body, and slowly walking towards the door.

As soon as he walked out of the mountain temple and came to the streets of the small city, Lu Xiaodong saw a large group of people gathered in front of him, and they were discussing, "Have you heard? This year's flood in East China, there are a large number of victims staying outside the city, it seems that they are going to break in!" A tall and thin man said, "No, they are flowing all the way from the north, and everywhere they go, they are doing miscellaneous and looting and burning, and the official force cannot stop them, they are like a swarm of locusts, and there is no grass growing everywhere they pass," a fat woman echoed," I've also heard about this, and the refugees poured into the shops they passed by, and all of them closed their doors, and they suffered a lot of losses. Another old man with a goatee said, puffing his beard. "Do you think we should hurry home now, close the doors and windows, and protect our belongings?" a fat man with a bright clothes and a big belly interjected, "yes, we have to go back quickly and hide the valuable things." "A word to wake up the person in the dream!" "Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years!" After half a ring, people scattered in a hurry and ran home one after another, almost using their hands, only hating that they didn't have a pair of legs, and afraid that they wouldn't even have underwear at night.

"Ah, there is another flood, aren't the people going to be displaced again?" Lu Xiaodong muttered in his heart. Who would have thought that a seven-year-old boy would have such a mind.

"Everyone, run, refugees are pouring in from outside the city," "Everyone, close the doors and windows, the refugees are coming," a young man in his early twenties shouted all the way in from outside the city. "Bang bang", after a gust of wind, the shops on both sides of the street closed their doors. The once bustling streets suddenly fell into the silence before the storm. Even snakes, insects, rats, ants, birds and animals fled the scene and hid.

There was an aura of danger hanging over the town. Knowing that the sky was about to change, Lu Xiaodong hurriedly ran up, he was worried about the safety of the old beggar Lu Da, and he had to find him to rest assured.

"Boy, stop!" Lu Xiaodong had just run a few meters away, and a shout came from behind him, his legs and feet stopped by inertia, and he turned around slowly, only to see a little boy in ragged clothes and bare feet, only one or two years older than Lu Xiaodong, pretending to be a fierce scream. Lu Xiaodong turned around suspiciously, looked at the little boy in front of him who was a little older than himself, and asked puzzledly, "You called me?" "Yes, Lao Tzu called you," the barefoot little boy replied in an old-fashioned manner.

"I don't know what you called me?" Lu Xiaodong asked.

"Quick, take off your pants and shoes, and bring them over, as well as the valuables on you. ”

"What? Take off your pants? Please, it's broad daylight, it's still on the street, do you want me to have my bare ass in broad daylight?" Lu Xiaodong said angrily with dissatisfaction.

"What, aren't you happy?", the barefoot boy dug his nostrils and said contemptuously, "rest assured that as long as you take it off obediently, Lao Tzu promises you that he will never hurt you." ”

"Phew, stinky and shameless! The robbery hit Hanako, you are really talented, but it's a pity that you made a mistake in your wishful thinking!"