Guotianfang, deserted house.

Although Song Yu felt in advance that the gap between the rich and the poor in Yongxi Prefecture was very large, it may be far beyond his imagination. But when he came to this deserted mansion, he was still a little surprised.

Separated by a city, Guotianfang and Guixianglou seem to be two worlds and two cities. Guotianfang is full of barren streets, sparsely populated, ruined and broken, and within reach. Even some of the old trees in the courtyard, which were quite shapely, and apparently once wealthy, are now lifeless.

But on second thought, it's normal. Although Guixianglou is on the edge of the capital of Yongxi Prefecture, it is close to the official road, which can be regarded as a bit advantageous. Guotianfang is close to Yuanao Mountain, and if the beast tide breaks the city, it will be the most damaged here. Yongxi Prefecture is so big, if it weren't for the last resort, I'm afraid no one would want to live in such a place.

And people like little beggars are obviously "forced to do so".

What is the quality of life, they can live one day at a time, and it is a great luck to have a tile to cover their heads, a table and a bed to sleep on.

Walking in the gray and dilapidated mud alley, Du Anchen's swaying red clothes have an indescribable charm. Song Yu looked at Du Anchen's back, a little curious about how she was so out of place here, how did she find out that the little beggar called "Seventh Brother" had settled here.

Before he could finish wondering what Du Anchen's workflow was like, Du Anchen had already stopped: "It's here." ”

This is a rare brick house in this dilapidated mud alley, but it has not been repaired and maintained, and the roof tiles are also broken and lost, except for one room, the roof tiles seem to be still intact. It is estimated that if there are people living in it, they will only sleep in that room.

The floors were mostly broken slabs, and in the halls where the door panels had fallen, there were some little beggars lying crookedly on the straw.

They are not very old, and as far as Song Yu judges, some children are not even four or five years old, and they have to hold other people's hands when they sleep. However, they were all skinny, like a layer of human skin on a skeleton of bones, and it was obviously not easy for them to live.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. If it weren't for this holographic game, it would be hard to appreciate the origin of these verses.

This distraction, Song Yu didn't notice, he actually stepped on an already fragile floor tile with one foot.

With a "snap", someone was awakened, and his eyes subconsciously glared over, and he saw Song Yu and Du Anchen. Both of them were well-dressed and adults, obviously not of the same kind.

The awakened child hurriedly woke up his sleeping companion, and looked at Song Yu and Du Anchen with eyes that were both wary and full of curiosity.

"Don't be afraid, it's all for you." As he spoke, Song Yu put down the burden he had carried all the way, which not only contained steamed buns, buns and other portable and full food, but also elbows, hooves, roast chicken, roast duck and so on that could not be wrapped in oiled paper.

These things have a fatal attraction to the little beggars who are not well fed and clothed. However, street life has made them have the most basic vigilance against this kind of heavenly benefit, and no one will step forward for a while. Only one of the older teenagers asked, "You two are fresh faces, I don't know how you found us here, what's the matter?" ”

Song Yu was not in a hurry to show his intentions, but took out a steamed bun from the food casually, broke a piece and ate it: "Eat it, it's not poisonous." It's still hot. ”

Song Yu's appearance of eating has to be said, it looks very fragrant. The little beggars all secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally a child who looked no more than eight or nine years old couldn't hold back, and under the scolding eyes of the leading young man, he took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey!" The young man's face, which had just been straightened, suddenly collapsed, full of displeasure and concern, and he looked more like a child than just now. may have noticed Song Yu's gaze, and he turned straight again, and there was a lot of majesty in his voice, "If you don't listen to the command like this, what will happen in the future, Seventh Brother and I don't care about you." ”

"But I haven't eaten white-flour steamed buns for a long time." The boy's mouth was stuffed with crumbs, and every word was bounced out of the crumbs, and he cherished them so much that he didn't want to waste them at all. "Even if I die, I will die!"

Although intellectually knew that these were NPCs, Song Yu still felt a little sad as he watched this scene: "I didn't have any malice here, but I just have something I want to ask your seventh brother." ”

"Seventh Brother is not here, you are in the wrong place." The boy spoke coldly.

In the small courtyard, the young man's voice reached everyone's ears very clearly. Even the child who was desperately stuffing white-faced steamed buns into his mouth just now looked at Song Yu and his eyes became no longer friendly.

Yes, the aura is not there for the time being, but the hatred value is very stable.

It's just that since then, Song Yu has had some ambiguity about the concept of this young version of the beggar gang in front of him. He thought that these people were forced to obey the little beggar's violence, but now it seems that in this environment, these children also have a desire to rely on and protect the little beggar.

It seems that the big brother is still very successful.

In this way, Song Yu didn't want to use violent means: "I'm not a bad person, in this way, you will divide all this food first." If you don't think I'm safe here, I'll wait for you outside the door. You can discuss and send a message to your seventh brother, and he will decide whether he wants to see me or not. ”

Du Anchen looked at Song Yu's gaze and was a little shocked: "You don't want me to spend time here with you, do you?" ”

Song Yu never expected that there would be a demolitionist beside him, but he had already had experience in dealing with Du Anchen, and stretched out five fingers on the spot and said: "Five taels of silver to buy you today for a day, it should be enough, right?" ”

"Half a day."

"Deal."

Song Yu took out a little money from the system backpack and handed it to Du Anchen. This bold style of casually revealing wealth made the eyes of the little beggars straighten. If it weren't for the young man who took the lead and kept intimidating everyone, it is estimated that they would all rush up to have intimate contact with Song Yu, either begging or stealing, and the purse was in hand, and there was no trouble.

Just as they were once called by the great beggars.

Song Yu's unintentional move made many little beggars feel that they should help him - help, a person with such a generous hand, what else can they do with their worthless people? Maybe Brother Qi answered a few words, and the people left. And those who help him to spread the word will also receive some reward?

In the courtyard, which is only a wall, or even half a wall in terms of its deception, children are stumbling and arguing.

The old god of Song Yu is here. Du Anchen's gaze at him was somewhat complicated: "These are also good for you?" ”

Song Yu leaned into Du Anchen's ear when he heard this, and whispered: "Of course not." However, I really just want to ask, not to hurt people. It's a big deal not to see him this time, look for him a few more times. Anyway, your ability to find people is very high, and you can make more money. ”

Du Anchen glanced at Song Yu with disgust, but it was rare that he didn't miss him.

There was a sound of opening and closing the door in the courtyard, and after about a stick of incense, when Song Yu was bored and squatted and began to scribble on the mud floor, the voice of the young man who took the lead came from the courtyard: "Two of you, please come in." ”

You can hear that the young man is trying to chew the words, but the crepe words make him quite uncomfortable, and the young man's voice seems not very confident and very restrained.

"It's coming!" Song Yu did not delay and pushed the door in. The little beggars in this deserted house basically gathered in the courtyard, each in an array. Only a slightly older grade led a group of three, four, five, or six-year-old junkies to eat meat and steamed buns at a stone table under a dead tree.

The young man who had just led the way still had distrust written in his eyes. But at this point, there is no longer those insistences.

At the top of the steps behind him, standing was the little beggar who had been rescued by Song Yu that day. At that time, Song Yu only felt that he was dirty and embarrassed, but now standing with these little beggars, he can really see that his standing posture is a little bold.

The little beggar's clothes were cleaner and neater than the others, but his face was not properly groomed for some reason. He stood taller than the others, but he did not look arrogant, but was full of sorrow.

When the little beggar saw Song Yu, he was stunned at first, and then extremely frightened: "It's you!" ”

"It's me, your savior." In this case, Song Yu really wanted to say a pretending line.

However, the effect of pretending to be forced is obviously not very good. The little beggar immediately turned around and ran. Before spreading his legs, he didn't forget to express his reason for leaving to the little beggars: "He is a member of the Ping An Division!" ”

At this time, the children also exploded, and they gathered in front of Song Yu, who wanted to chase the little beggar, and looked at each other angrily, looking at death as if they were home.

"Damn, this Ping An Division doesn't accumulate virtue on weekdays, right?" Where did Song Yu know that his life-saving grace was not worth the lethality brought by the three words of Ping An Division. In the blink of an eye, the children surrounded Song Yu and Du Anchen layer upon layer.

They grew up on the streets, had no self-esteem, and as soon as their bodies were crooked, they had already thrown themselves at Song Yu's feet, firmly holding his thighs. Some of them were thin but smart, and they even crawled up Song Yu's back and got on their shoulders, and some of them dragged Song Yu's arms tightly, regardless of them, and bit them when they opened their mouths.

Song Yu's face turned white in pain, and he really missed himself for a week. He couldn't choke on food and shake his arms to try to break free. However, the children were too tightly packed and did not give him much room to play.

And the little beggar has almost run out of sight in two or three breaths.

"Du Anchen!" Song Yu himself can't escape, but it doesn't mean that Du Anchen can't. In terms of force, Du Anchen's lethality should be similar to that of Nanshi.

Without waiting for Song Yu to call out all her names, Du Anchen, who originally only used the sword to intimidate the children, had already changed his face, stepped heavily under his feet, and the whole person rose in the air. The children only felt that Du Anchen's red clothes had swept over their heads and went straight to the little beggar.