"Sanmao, you little rabbit! Slow down! fell into the ditch and broke your arms and legs, Lao Tzu dug a pit and buried you on the spot! ”

It was the darkness of the night, and on a rugged path through the woods leading to the river, more than a dozen black shadows, large and small, ran and screamed, giggling and laughing, and frightened the birds in the forest.

The one who walked last was Zhao Jingyang.

Zhao Jingyang, nicknamed Jing Ye, nineteen years old, professional child; He is one meter seven or eight tall, and his skeleton is not small, but he is thin and skull-like.

The most significant feature of the appearance is the pair of eyebrows and eyes - Danfeng eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, the eyes seem to be open, the eyebrows are sharp, and there is a sense of arrogance. If it weren't for the yellowing of the skin instead of reddening, I am afraid that it would be a small Guan Yu's number.

"Sanmao, Jing Ye called you!"

"Buckteeth, quickly catch Sanmao back, Jing Ye is going to beat his ass!"

"If you want to beat up, beat you kid first!" Zhao Jingyang kicked on Erniu's buttocks: "Don't jump around, if you lose the fish in the back basket, go back and hang it up!" ”

The so-called children's heads are like this - the heads of a dozen street children under their hands.

This is by no means a good way to go - in Shanghai, especially in the railway station and dock, where dragons and snakes are mixed, the thugs of the lower ninth class control the street children, forcing them to beg, steal, push carts, sell newspapers, and squeeze the street children to grab money, which can be described as a loss of conscience.

Zhao Jingyang's body was originally such a thing. The more than ten and a half children in front of him are all money-making tools controlled by him.

Like such children, all of them have backers - for example, Zhao Jingyang's body is the periphery of a gang in the public concession south of the station. Most of the money he squeezed from the homeless children had to be handed over.

Such an identity is undoubtedly a ninth-rate person who cannot be on the stage. But Zhao Jingyang has been enjoying it these days - compared to the endless and long dark torment, it is said that the possession is a ninth-rate child, even if it is a dog, Zhao Jingyang is also willing to eat.

He was trapped in the infinite darkness that seemed to freeze for an unknown amount of time, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, maybe even a hundred million years. The main factor that supports him to persist and never give up digging into the darkness is the expectation of this world of fresh flowers and flowers, and the expectation of 'life'.

So there's nothing wrong with possessing the ninth-rate, isn't it the most important thing to regain your life?

Even if this body is young, not yet twenty years old, smoking a big cigarette, and the skin and bones are thin; Even if it's a bastard.

Today's Zhao Jingyang is naturally not the same as before-after getting a new life, absorbing memories, knowing his own situation and the environment he is facing, he quickly made changes.

First of all, it is the head business of these street children and the original children under his hands - it must change. Naturally, it wasn't like disbanding them and then breaking away from the gang or something.

——In such an era, in such a Shanghai beach, I don't know how many people at the bottom are struggling between life and death. If these homeless children are like this, their original bodies are not much better.

What's more, the world of flowers in this ten-mile ocean field is so attractive, money, power, beauty and wine-Zhao Jingyang, who has been tormented in the dark for a long time, is so eager for them - almost greedy.

Within three seconds, Zhao Jingyang decided to carry forward the cause - but not by squeezing the lives of these half-grown children for profit.

But these children are undoubtedly the basic disk left by his body, and they are the only wealth.

On the same day, Zhao Jingyang summoned them and set a new rule - all the money they earned in the future would be handed over and distributed by Zhao Jingyang; Zhao Jingyang wants to ensure that these children are well fed.

In addition, it is stipulated that the skill of theft is deactivated - not to mention the danger, a street child who steals property must be beaten violently if he is caught, and he will be injured at least or killed at worst; is more likely to affect Zhao Jingyang, if it is stolen from some people who can't steal, this kind of thing may not happen; is also immoral - moral, Zhao Jingyang may not care, he just thinks it is too low-level and loses his job.

- Including begging - In Zhao Jingyang's mind, stealing and begging are extremely unstylish careers, and it is a shame to rely on this thing to eat.

So in the past few days, I only get a meager income by helping the rickshaw cart uphill and selling newspapers.

This led to a very serious consequence - even if Zhao Jingyang bought all the money handed over by the unification, it would not be enough to fill their stomachs.

Not to mention making money, it's only been three days, and I've already eaten up what little old money I left behind by my original body, and I'm starting to make ends meet.

Only then did Zhao Jingyang understand the sentence - half the size, eat the poor.

And Zhao Jingyang himself has very high requirements for the word 'eating' now, he is practicing a 'Dragon and Tiger Ruyi True Body' exercise, even if he has a grain of Nine Aperture Golden Pill planted in his heart, he still needs to consume enough nutrients to ensure the progress of cultivation.

There is no way, so I can only open source - since last night, Zhao Jingyang has taken these half-sized children to the riverside to fish at night.

Take half of the money that the children earn during the day, go to the pharmacy to catch a few herbs, use your own blood as an introduction, prepare a powerful bait, throw the bait into some shallow puddles connected to the river by the river, and when the big fish are lured, they will stick it in.

Thanks to Zhao Jingyang, he has such a ability. Last night, I caught two or three hundred catties of fish in two hours, and after cooking them all over the river, there were still two hundred catties left, and I actually sold them for four oceans!

The boys were overjoyed.

In Sanmao's words - since birth, I haven't eaten so much.

These street children are either abandoned by their parents since childhood, or orphans who have no parents, they have no strength, no knowledge, they compete with wild dogs for food, they are accompanied by garbage heaps, and they are crushed by children's heads, and they may die in the garbage heap one day.

Being able to eat a full meal is perhaps the biggest obsession in their minds.

So Zhao Jingyang said that he promised to feed them, and they were elated. Even if you hand over all the money and don't leave a copper plate, you will be happy.

So in just a day or two, the gritted teeth that they used to secretly reveal when they looked at the original body were quickly reversed - now Sanmao said that Jing Ye was a good person.

Tonight is the second time to touch the night fishing.

The harvest is bigger than last night - because the leftover fish from last night were sold for a lot of money - four oceans, today Zhao Jingyang bought more herbs and prepared more bait, so that the harvest skyrocketed - five hundred catties of fish!

Just had a full meal of grilled fish by the river.

Now they are all carrying half a basket of fish back to the city.

The half-sized child skin is very happy, full of food and drink. Sanmao's kid trotted with the fish basket on his back and ran ahead.

Zhao Jingyang scolded and taught him to be careful.

Sanmao jumped up and ran back: "Master Jing, are you still coming tomorrow night?" ”

Facing the expectant eyes of the big nose and three hairy boys, Zhao Jingyang knocked a chestnut and made him jump up with a sigh.

"What's the matter, this little fish is enough for you to eat for ten or eight years? If you don't come tomorrow night, you'll eat shit the day after tomorrow! ”

Sanmao covered his head: "Dog shit can't be eaten, but you can step on it, they say you have to be lucky if you step on dog shit!" ”

Zhao Jingyang was angry, stretched out his hand and grabbed his ear and scolded: "Why don't you kid step on a few feet of shit tomorrow and take a look at our luck?" ”

[Sanmao, from the 1949 version of the movie Sanmao Wanderings, played by Wang Longji]