On a corner across the street, several beggars were fighting.

Beggars fight, this is very common on the streets of Changning County, basically every day, pedestrians pass by and don't bother to take a look.

Zhao Yu was also fine at this time, and the fight happened right opposite, so he watched it with interest.

Just looking at it, the interest on Zhao Yu's face gradually dissipated, and the chopsticks in his hand also stopped, silently watching the beggar fighting opposite.

No, not a brawl, but a beating!

Three or four big beggars were beating up a little beggar of eight or nine years old.

The little beggar was curled up on the ground, and several big beggars were trampling on him with their feet, and he ignored the big feet that fell on him, and he was desperately protecting a steamed bun in his hand, and he was desperately stuffing it into his mouth, and he choked so much that he didn't stop rolling his eyes.

"Dog things, it's still eating, give it to Lao Tzu!"

A big beggar kicked the little beggar in the face, kicked the little beggar's mouth aside, and then opened his big hand to grab the steamed bun in the little beggar's hand.

"Hmm... Mine, my ......"

The little beggar stuffed his mouth with steamed buns, muttered his words, and hurriedly hid under him with the steamed buns in his hands.

"Humph! Give me a hand! ”

Another big beggar was angry and kicked the little beggar in the abdomen, causing the little beggar to let go of his hand, and the steamed bun was immediately snatched away.

And the beggar who grabbed the steamed bun didn't give up, and when he saw that the steamed bun was half gnawed, he angrily slapped the little beggar in the face again, and immediately shook the little beggar's head, squirting out all the broken steamed buns in his mouth.

It was only then that the big beggars warned the little beggars again, and then disappeared with a puff of smoke.

The little beggar ignored the big beggar, not even the pain on his body, and the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly crawled to the pieces of steamed bread that he squirted, quickly picked them up one by one and stuffed them back into his mouth, and then swallowed the blood at the corner of his mouth and the dust on the scraps.

"Hum ......"

The little beggar, who was snorting in pain in his nose and covered with mud and footprints, knelt on the ground, his little hands quickly picked up the broken pieces of steamed bread on the ground, and a pair of eyes searched everywhere, even the gravel on the ground was not aware of the knees, and there were only broken pieces of steamed bread in his eyes.

In front, there is also a piece of big steamed bun crumbs.

The little beggar's eyes lit up, and he quickly crawled over, stretched out his dirty little hand and grabbed the piece of steamed bun crumbs.

It's just that before the little hand touched the piece of steamed bun crumbs, it was covered in vain by a delicate little boot.

The little boot stepped on the crumbs of the steamed bun and did not move.

The little beggar froze, then slowly raised his head and looked up along his little boots.

Then he saw a young boy about the same age as him, looking at him with pity, and he still had a bowl in his hand.

This person is Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu looked at the little beggar under him who was unkempt, ragged, and his little face was full of dust and tears, and was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Zhao Yu slowly squatted down and handed him the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and there was still half a bowl of boiled noodles in the bowl.

"Let's eat!"

The little beggar looked at the noodles and pieces of meat in the bowl, swallowed his saliva, but did not take it, but opened a pair of clear small eyes and looked at Zhao Yu timidly.

A smile squeezed out of the corner of Zhao Yu's mouth:

"Here's what I just ate, what? Do you mind? ”

The little beggar shook his head and didn't speak, just looked at Zhao Yu still.

Zhao Yu's eyes flashed, and he put the bowl to the little beggar's mouth:

"Then eat, no one will rob you this time!"

Hearing the words and smelling the rich fragrance in his mouth, the little beggar finally couldn't help it and snatched the bowl from Zhao Yu's hand.

Then, the little beggar quickly crawled back, climbed to the corner of the back and sat down, and then looked at Zhao Yu cautiously while eating quickly.

Even because he was in too much of a hurry, the little beggar didn't even use chopsticks, but directly grabbed the noodles and braised pork with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth, gobbling them up.

Zhao Yu squatted in place and didn't move, just watched quietly.

And the little beggar, after eating the noodles in a few bites, drank the soup cleanly, and then wiped the bowl clean with his dirty clothes and handed it to Zhao Yu.

But maybe the little beggar also felt that his clothes were a little dirty when he wiped the bowl, and the little hand that handed the bowl was a little cowering, and his little eyes looking at Zhao Yu were also a little timid.

Zhao Yu saw that the little beggar would wipe the bowl clean, but he was interested, he squatted on the ground and moved a few steps forward, approached some little beggars, and said curiously:

"You don't look like a beggar, what's your name? Where are the people? What about your family? ”

Maybe it was because he ate Zhao Yu's noodles, the little beggar was not so afraid of Zhao Yu, and when he heard Zhao Yu's question, he opened his mouth:

"My name is Goudan, I wasn't a beggar before, I came from outside, my father died on the way to escape the famine, my mother also died of illness in the temple a few days ago, I came out to find something to eat when I was hungry!"

His voice was a little dry and hoarse, and as the little beggar spoke, tears kept welling up in his eyes, leaving tear stains on his face covered with mud.

When Zhao Yu heard this, he was silent.

There are many people like little beggars who fled the famine in Changning County, and now there is a continuous drought, and even Hengzhou Mansion, which is known as the land of fish and rice, will not be able to eat, let alone other places, many people have run here to escape the famine.

looked at the little beggar in silence, and then Zhao Yu suddenly spoke:

"I lack a scholar, are you willing to be my scholar?"

"Huh?"

The little beggar was stunned, but after reacting, he immediately knelt on the ground:

"The villain willing, the villain willing! Please take it in, young master! ”

The little beggar is in danger, and now he has a chance to live, and even live better, why not grasp the life-saving straw? Suddenly kowtowed to Zhao Yu excitedly.

"Come with me!"

Zhao Yu didn't talk nonsense, got up and walked towards Zhao's noodle restaurant.

The little beggar hurriedly got up, holding the bowl in his hand, and followed Zhao Yu closely.

The two walked to the door of Zhao's noodle restaurant.

In the noodle shop, Hu Shi saw that Zhao Yu was not on the small bench by the door, and was walking out of the noodle shop to look for it in confusion, and met Zhao Yu who came back.

As soon as he saw Zhao Yu, Hu Shi was about to reprimand with a calm face, but seeing that he was followed by a little beggar, Hu Shi changed his smile again:

"You child, do you want to give alms to the little beggar? You wait, my mother goes to get food! ”

"No, mother! I'm going to make him my scholar! ”

Zhao Yu shook his head.

Hearing this, all the diners at the door looked at Zhao Yu and the little beggar behind him, and some diners laughed:

"Yo! Sister Hu's Xiaolang is looking for a scholar? This little beggar is as big as your little man, which is quite suitable! ”

"Not bad, not bad! This little beggar looks quite clever! ”

The others, who didn't know why, laughed and agreed.

The little beggar felt everyone's gaze, shrank timidly, and hid behind Zhao Yu.

But when Hu Shi heard Zhao Yu's words, his face sank, his finger poked Zhao Yu's head, and he scolded:

"You stinky boy, it's only been a few days since you had a peaceful birthday, and you want to learn from the sons of rich and noble families to find scholars? What conditions does our family have to afford to raise a scholar? ”