A long time ago, the years were blurry, and I vaguely remember about thirty years ago.

Somewhere.

In the bustling street market, some people swagger through the market, and some people struggle to get by.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd, even if there are sheng songs returning to the courtyard and the lights going down the stairs, they have tasted all the hardships, and they don't know where to return to the sweetness.

People come and go, bustling. The little beggars in tattered clothes are everywhere, and they are not eye-catching at all. So he shuttled through the streets and alleys, not only as a street rat, but also like a lost dog, in exchange for a burst of cold eyes.

However, his clothes were still neat, and his gray linen was still intact, and he did not have his clothes worn out into black strips of cloth after spending long nights on the streets like ordinary beggars.

At this point, he dodged sideways and quietly approached a pork shop.

Young and dexterous, he thought no one had noticed his coming.

However, such an annoying little mouse, since it is close to the rice tank, how can those experienced old cats not be vigilant.

The butcher slashed a leg bone with a boning knife as a demonstration, and he didn't want to deal with the little mouse. Dirty his good flesh, and he also provoked a commotion.

But the mouse was not deterred by the power of this knife, and there was a desire to condense substance in the eyes that no one was paying attention to.

He hid quietly like this, the butcher's shop chose a good position, and the servants of the big families did not know how to work lightly, nor did they have the sword method, and they were very willing to take a few steps less to come to this butcher shop to procure. So before the morning was over, there was not much pork left in the stalls.

The rat became impatient, timid and anxious, and he knew that the butcher would always leave some leftovers and go home to make broth. He wished that he was also a child of the butcher's family, even if it was just some soup stained with meat, he was willing to eat it.

But he is just the only son of a down-and-out scholarly family, his father is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains, and he has read sage books all his life, but he can't help the world and can't support a family of three. A down-and-out family without land can only rely on the short-term work and family compensation that their mother occasionally gets, and it is difficult to continue after all.

What's more, his father, who is only thirty years old, still has a long-cherished wish to be the first in one day. What a virtuous woman her mother is, the family is hungry, and she also has to buy the four treasures of the study for her father, and she is a sage.

Seven-year-old child, skinny and hungry.

He always came out to find food on his own, but he was not really a helpless beggar. The court is deaf, the civil forces and systems are stricter than the law, and the boundaries of the city for begging and foraging have been carved up. After almost breaking his spine and staying at home for 100 days to heal, he finally knew that he was not even qualified to ask for food.

So at this point, he chose to steal. This was his first shot, but he had been plotting for a long time, and even practiced many times at home, and every time he stole those sage books into his small cloth bag under his father's nose, his father never noticed.

"Absolutely. He secretly cheered for himself, there was a big fat piece on the board, about the same size as Daddy's thickest book, as long as he was quick with his eyes, he would definitely not be discovered.

He likes to eat fatty meat the most, and he has only eaten fatty meat once in his life. Fatty meat is not like lean meat, but also use oil and powder, otherwise it will be firewood if it is overheated. The best thing about fatty meat is that if you put it directly in the pot, it will be moisturizing, you don't need to add anything, fry it for a while, and the fragrance will come out.

In my mind, I imagined the picture of the fat meat as moist as white jade in the pot, as if there was really a fragrance in the throat, and with a "coo", the mouse actually swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Oh no, will he hear me!" the little mouse hurriedly turned and hid behind the wall, his heart pounding. He couldn't be found, not because he was afraid of being beaten, but because he was afraid that he wouldn't have meat to eat.

If you can't steal that piece of meat, mother...... I'm afraid I won't live to this day.

The day before yesterday, he learned that there was not enough rice porridge for three people at home to survive, and the daily bowl of gruel, his mother always said that there was a bowl for each person. In fact, there are only two bowls, and the bowl that my mother drinks is water.

Until the day before yesterday, the rice jar at home was finally emptied, and the mother seemed to be relieved, washed the clothes by the river in the morning, and after going home to dry, she lay quietly on the bed and said no more.

The little mouse knew that his mother was not dead, but that he was too hungry. He always knew that his mother's bowl only contained water and no grains of rice, but he never exposed the matter if it was selfish or a child's unique self-deception.

He kept telling himself that his mother's bowl was just a little thinner.

But now, my mother has really fallen. This is the third day, and my mother's breath is already very weak.

He crept forward again, stuck out half his head, and peeked at the butcher's shop. Seeing that the butcher handed out the last piece of fine sandwich pork belly, he had to close the stall.

Holding his breath, he knew it was time for him to make a move.

At the moment when the butcher bent down to take the bamboo cage and was about to clean up his belongings, he made a move.

Running in three or two steps, he rushed to the butcher's shop, grabbed the big fat meat that no one cared about, but in his eyes it was a treasure, and turned around and left.

But after being hungry for three days, he didn't notice that there was an iron hook on the fat meat, and with his immature body, it was impossible to pull it off no matter what.

So he didn't notice at all that a flying leaf flew by quickly, cutting off the iron hook.

He ran unhindered to grab the flesh, and in broad daylight, everyone watched, and soon there were shouts such as "catch the thief" and "steal" behind him. He didn't look back, his hands clutched the fat tightly, protecting it to his chest, and shuttling through the dark alleys.

This was the escape route he had customized in advance, and many places were chosen where only his short body could pass through.

The shouting from behind faded away, and after passing through a few dog holes, finally I couldn't hear the scolding and chasing. But he did not dare to stop, and ran all the way to his thatched house.

He ran too fast and too fast, so he didn't know that next to the butcher's stall, there was a tall and majestic middle-aged man in brocade and black clothes, who stopped the butcher who had been on guard for a long time with a piece of silver far more than the value of this piece of fat.

When the butcher saw the money, his anger turned into a smile, and he flattered: "Is that the naughty little boy in the guest officer's house?"

The middle-aged man in brocade smiled gently: "That will be my apprentice." ”

Beside him, there was also a ten-year-old boy, dressed in purple, spotless, frowning and saying to the middle-aged man: "Master, that kid is so stinky, you want to accept him as an apprentice?"

The middle-aged man said: "Martial arts is not a prostitute, what you look at is the heart and bones, what do you want to do so fragrant?"

The purple-clothed young man said: "He still steals things, how can he be regarded as having a heart and bones?"

The middle-aged man said: "You can't keep yourself with things." Turning the avenue into a small path is the consciousness that my disciples of the Ten Thousand Kings should have. ”

The purple-clothed young man muttered, "I don't like him anyway, it's dirty, smelly and greedy." ”

The King of Ten Thousand People laughed and said, "You will like him." ”