But in just one night, it seems that most of the people in the small city have gone less, or they have finally learned how to follow the customs.

Walking along the street, I didn't even see a few big-looking ruffians, and the heroes who used to be fierce and evil in the past have now reined in their tempers one by one, and they can walk and avoid people. It was as if the divine doctor had come to the world, and with a casual wipe, the eyes that grew on the top of their heads were all placed under the eyebrows.

Song Huiya followed the little beggar from afar, and after watching her go out, he was distracted and wandered all the way, thinking that she would not go. Patiently waited a little longer, and found that she had taken a detour to the river.

The child squatted on the rocks and washed his face, took a picture of his hair against the water, and simply combed it with his fingers. He looked down again and sniffed the clothes on his body, and hesitated to take off his shoes and step into the water.

As soon as the cold water reached her ankles, her desire to wash was extinguished, and she hurried back to the shore, scribbled off the water stains, and continued on her way.

Seeing that she was indeed heading in the direction of the pharmacy, Song Huiya was relieved to leave.

Sun's pharmacy is not far away, and without the support of the people of the rivers and lakes, business suddenly became bleak.

When the little beggar entered, a boy in red was lying on the counter opposite, and when he heard the footsteps, he squinted and raised his head, and when he saw that it was her, he lay back again.

The little beggar stood at the door for a long time, and was unsure whether to stay or leave, when the old man in a long robe happened to lift the heavy curtain and walked out.

The old man was dressed in a dusty cotton coat, holding a clay pot in his hand, his chin was raised high, and he only looked her up and down with the peripheral light under his eyes, and seemed to be very dissatisfied, so he reluctantly accommodated: "It's you, right?" Wash your hands and come with me. ”

The little beggar was so apprehensive that he wanted to leave. The old man put down the clay pot, and no matter how she reacted, he walked to the backyard. She had to bite the bullet and follow.

There were also three teenagers standing in the backyard, dressed in the same clothes, busy. When they saw the old man coming in, they all put down their things and stepped forward to say hello.

The old man replied slowly, and his arrogant appearance looked like he was about to die. He pointed to a hill-like woodroot beside the well and said, "Peel off the skin on the outside and put it in the basket over there." You don't have to do the rest. ”

I don't know what kind of herb it was, it was about the thickness of a finger, and it was muddy, it must have just been dug out of the soil.

The little beggar was hungry and clutched his stomach to ask if he had breakfast. The old man glanced at her and said first: "If you don't do things, where will you get food?" If you don't have the strength, let's go now. ”

The little beggar could only keep his mouth shut and endure the grievances.

Finally, after finishing her work, she sat down and rested for a while, and the young man on the side threw her a small hoe and asked her to loosen the soil for the small medicine field under the corner.

The little beggar picked up his hoe and looked angry, intending to smash it directly at the young man. Suddenly remembered Song Huiya's words this morning, his expression changed, he put his hand down again, and replied casually: "I know!" ”

The young man was startled, and jumped back quickly with both hands to protect his head, intending to open his mouth to shout, but seeing that she quickly calmed down, he didn't know what she was doing, and scolded: "Are you sick?" ”

The little beggar turned his head through the soil in the field, and the green tendons on his neck protruded, and he couldn't hold back his voice.

It was not until the evening, when the little beggar was so tired that he could hardly lift his hands, that the young man brought a bowl of rice, put it on the ground, and left without speaking.

The little beggar hurried over, picked it up, and found it full of cold leftovers.

There was half a bowl of vegetable soup, with a few yellowed leaves soaked underneath, a small ball of rice swept off the rice bucket, and a few sticks of paste.

The old man and the others must have finished eating, and the young apprentice carried the bowl of dirty dishes and chopsticks to the well water, and without looking at her, he put away the dried herbs and moved them to the warehouse.

The little beggar held the bowl and found a corner to sit and eat, not knowing how to sort out his mood for a while, but couldn't help but snort.

It's no different from someone who asks for food. The biggest difference is that she wants to help do things, and Song Huiya may have begged a lot of favors for this, and even gave a pen of silver.

The little beggar wiped his eyes with his sleeve, grabbed the noodles, and stuffed them into his mouth. When I was hungry, I didn't feel unpalatable. Eat the contents of the bowl carefully and cleanly.

Song Huiya came back, sat on the high tree trunk, lowered his eyes and watched the little beggar finish his meal quietly, and walked to the well with a bowl in both hands. She stood for a moment, then walked down the corridor to glance at the chattering people in the front yard.

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she drew a bucket of water and washed the dishes and chopsticks piled up in the basin.

There should be a lot of small wounds on her hands, and when she touches the cold water, she stings for a while, so she blows on her hands while washing, until she loses consciousness in the back, and her movements become faster.

After washing the dishes, she laboriously moved the basin to the door of the back kitchen, lowered her sleeves, and walked over with her legs shaking to tell the old man that the matter was done.

The old man nodded, took out a few copper coins from the drawer and put them on her outstretched hands, and taught her a serious lesson: "Well, although you are sloppy and stupid, you are still obedient. An hour has come tonight, and half of your money will be deducted. Remember to come early tomorrow. ”

The little beggar did not speak, clenched the money in his hand, and ran away without looking back.

The old gentleman frowned and said unhappily: "It's rude." ”

He took out his abacus and checked the accounts for the day. After a while, a person strode in from the door wrapped in a cold body, carrying a bag of things, and threw it on the table.

"Coming?"

The old man lifted his eyes and stretched out his hand to take the burden on the case, Song Huiya swept it casually and pushed the thing directly to the ground, and the herbs and fruits inside also rolled out of the untied cloth bag.

"You—" The old man pointed to her nose and said angrily, "Pick it up!" Otherwise, the old man won't accept these things—"

Song Huiya grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the counter. Without waiting for him to get up, he held the curled dagger in his left hand, grazed his neck, and plunged deep into the plank half an inch deep.

The old man's hands trembled in the air, and he forgot to resist in fright, and only shouted sharply twice.

Several teenagers in the courtyard heard the movement and rushed into the front hall with brooms, wanting to step forward to stop them, but they were frightened away by the fierce aura on Song Huiya's body, and they froze in place, pushing together.

Song Huiya let go of his hand, his eyes were cold, and he said calmly: "I am polite to you, I am giving you face." But it doesn't mean that everyone can afford my face. It doesn't mean I'm begging you. Do you understand? ”

The old man's hair trembled, his Adam's apple rolled, and he nodded vigorously.

Song Huiya's lips were pale, his breath was weak, and he spoke softly with threatening words, and took a step back and said, "Pick it up." ”

The old man was almost unsteady and slid down, scooping up the things on the ground into his arms, and was too frightened, but the old waist couldn't stand upright, and he was paralyzed on the ground and difficult to move.

Song Huiya gave a urging look to the side, and the teenagers were stunned, and finally knew how to run over to help. Pick up the master, and then pick up the things.

The old man didn't bother to calculate the price of the pile, so he shuddered and counted out ten taels of silver from the drawer and pushed it over.

Song Huiya confiscated, his fingers tapping on the table irritably.

The old man swallowed his saliva, wiped his cold sweat, and took out another five taels.

Song Huiya shook his head slowly.

The old man's footsteps were vain, one stumbled, and he was firmly held by the two disciples behind him.

In the end, he took out five taels. Song Huiya finally waved his right hand compassionately and took away the money.

The old man only blinked, and the door of the pharmacy was empty.

The bold boy took the lead in running out of the door, looked left and right, and wanted to come back to report.

"You idiot, what are you doing back?!" The old man stomped his feet in anger and said hoarsely, "Go and report to the official!" ”

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The little beggar staggered out of the pharmacy and ran without strength before slowly stopping.

The remnants of the sun are connected to the sunset, painting the chaotic clouds at dusk into rushing red waves. The street vendors have closed their stalls, leaving only a few pedestrians, clean and deserted.

The little beggar stretched out his hands, and all ten of his fingers were dyed black and brown with the juice, and his fingertips hurt even more hotly.

She rubbed her clothes on her clothes, and thought that she wanted to go back to Song Huiya to discuss, don't let her go to the pharmacy tomorrow.

I heard other people say that even if you are a young man with an innocent family background, you must first give gifts to the old gentleman, do chores honestly for a few years, and work hard to learn some kung fu with your own skills.

She doesn't even know half of a word, who wants to teach her something sincerely? At that time, Song Huiya is gone, and others will look at her as an eyesore, so they will still sweep her out of the house.

It's better to give her the money directly than to waste all that effort.

The little beggar took out the copper coin on his waist, covered it in his palm, felt his own body temperature on the cold metal, and laughed stupidly. The gloom in her heart that made her breathless dissipate a lot.

She took her hand into her arms and took two quick steps, when suddenly the whole person was knocked out of the air.

"Quick!"

Two Hanako, dressed in ragged shirts, rushed over, one holding her head down, the other grabbing her wrist and trying to pull the money out of her hand.

The little beggar screamed and refused, and struggled desperately to live or die, biting one of the arms.

The man was in pain, grabbed her hair hard and tried to pull her away, and slapped her twice in the face.

The little beggar still didn't let go, twisting his body as hard as he could, trying to curl up in a ball. The man lost patience and kicked her in the chest.

The little beggar rolled around twice, was kicked dizzy, his eyes were black, and he heard a voice that was not unfamiliar and scolded: "Is this little bastard crazy!" I don't even want my life for a few broken money! ”

"I used to see that Lao Tzu was a good big brother and a good big brother, who taught you to be so unruly?! Are you cheap bones, looking for a fight! ”

Half of the little beggar's face was covered with blood, and she didn't know which stone she had hit, or if she had been bruised when she was pressed to the ground, and she was confused for a while, and she couldn't open her eyes, but she was suddenly awakened by his words.

Oh, yes. What is she dreaming of following Song Huiya?

What does this money have to do with her? She actually wanted to keep it.

She wants to live in this world, and nothing can belong to her.

The fighting spirit was suddenly extinguished, and the little beggar lay on the ground like a dead dog with one eye open. Fingers let go, allowing the man to take the coins.

The man was especially puzzled, touched the tooth marks on his hand, and kicked her again: "Little bastard! I'll kill you next time! ”

The little beggar gasped in pain, and after a while he turned around and faced the sky.

The sky was crumbling in the night.

The late returnee walked past her, thinking she was dead, and said "bad luck" in disgust, and walked away from it.

The little beggar laughed.

When he finally gathered some strength, the little beggar sat up with difficulty. Sighing heavily, he patted his pants and stood up, limping towards the outskirts of the city.

There are lights on in the dilapidated house. Song Huiya has returned.

The little beggar turned the corner and saw the neighbor's children standing in the doorway playing. A woman in the house cried out angrily to him and to hurry home and eat.

The little beggar looked at it with envy, and his heart was full of evil thoughts, and he stooped down and picked up a stone, and threw it at the child.

The child covered her head, was bullied and cried, turned around to see her face clearly, the cry was choked, followed by an even more terrible howl, and fled home.

The little beggar slapped his thigh and laughed out loud, and went over to pick up the little wooden man he had thrown on the ground, and was about to enter the house, when a stone shot out of the house^ and struck her on the shoulder.

The little beggar was in pain and fell to the ground at once.

There were two suppressed coughs in the room, followed by a man who came out, with an indisputable anger that hated him, and scolded: "I said that if you bullied the weak again, I would fight back ten times more." You think I'm joking? ”

She saw the blood stains on Xiao Qi'er's face clearly, and she was also stunned for a moment.

The little beggar smiled hideously, shed tears all over his face, wiped a handful of them unconsciously, and roared angrily: "Yes, no one has ever taught me the principles of being a man!" I don't care about it! I'm just a little mongrel, born and raised, just like a roadside pup! Why do you care about me! ”

She threw the wooden figure in her hand onto Song Huiya's body, turned around and ran out.