Yongshan Castle is the largest city in this coastal area, with more than 100,000 people in the city, backed by Cangyan Mountain, facing the East China Sea, and the scenery is pleasant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This city is prosperous, thriving, and now this has become the fief of the King of Rui, the city has added 10,000 Rui King army, now the city has a total of 30,000 soldiers, strictly guarded, the law and order has become much better.

The prince's fiefdom enjoys many privileges such as tax exemptions, and as long as King Rui manages the city for a few years, Yongshan Castle will definitely be more prosperous and powerful than it is now.

However, recently, there have been a lot of gossip in the city, saying that King Rui is going to move away from this Yongshan City to another ordinary small county town, and I don't know if it's true or not.

Many people remained skeptical about this, or didn't believe it at all, and they all felt that King Rui would not move away from Yongshan City unless he had a bad brain.

After all, Yongshan City has an excellent geographical location, and it is a rich land near the mountains and the sea.

But some truths remain unchanged through the ages, and in this world, there is also a saying that 'Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones'.

There is a Furong Street in the south of the city, which is a fireworks willow lane, the left and right sides of the street are full of green buildings, teahouses and other buildings, and the crowd on the street is surging, very lively.

Along the way, the girls and ladies in the Qinglou on the right were soliciting customers everywhere.

At this moment, a dilapidated cart, grunting and turning its wheels, slowly pushed from the east side of the street, covered with a rag, and I don't know what it was covering.

What is remarkable is that the person pushing the cart is a young man with a broken arm, he is covered with filth, exudes a bit of foul smell, a face is black and he can't tell his age, his unkempt cart is coming, and the oncoming pedestrians have avoided it.

The boy had only one left arm, which seemed to have been severed from his right shoulder, and his bare shoulder could be seen through the hole in his sleeve.

After losing his right arm, he had to wrap a hemp rope around his body when pushing the cart, and then held the cart with his left arm, gritted his teeth, and stopped against the wall when he pushed the cart to a row of white walls.

Behind the wall is the manor of a theater troupe, and today there is no play in the garden, and no one drives away at the door.

"Huh~ It's finally here, but I'm tired of me!"

The boy wiped his sweat and muttered as he grabbed the white cloth on the cart with his remaining left hand and jerked it open, revealing the object covered under the white cloth.

"Yikes!"

Some passers-by glanced curiously at this side, and were startled when they saw the things in the car.

It turned out that there was a person lying flat on this cart!

The man looked as if he had been burned by fire from head to toe, his body was charred black, and there was a hideous scar on his chest, revealing black-red flesh buds, which was disgusting.

I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I could roughly tell from the size that it was a man.

After staring at it carefully, you can see that the man's abdomen is undulating, which means that he is still breathing, he is still alive, and he is not a dead man.

Here, the young man with the broken arm spread the white cloth that had covered this person on the ground before, and wrote some small characters densely on the outer side, the handwriting was like ants crawling, and he could only barely make out it.

Then, without hesitation, the young man with the broken arm reached out and slowly moved the person on the cart down, and put it down on top of the white cloth.

This miserable, dying man has been in a coma, no matter how the young man with the broken arm manipulates him, there is no sign of waking up.

After the young man with the broken arm fiddled with all this, he himself knelt down honestly, watching the crowd coming and going, silent.

After a while, some people were attracted by the movement here, scattered and scattered, and some passers-by came up to see what was going on out of curiosity.

"Sell yourself to save your father?"

After the literate people saw the handwriting written on the white cloth, they subconsciously frowned, and looked at the young man with the broken arm kneeling in front of him, with a look of disgust.

Filial piety is a good thing and deserves praise.

Isn't there such a person in the city, because of a change in the family, and then he has to come out and sell himself as a slave in exchange for money or something.

But most of them were women who came out and sold themselves to bury their fathers.

Although there were some men who did this, they were all able-bodied young men who could work, and the rich people could buy them back for some money, or they could be called as slaves.

But a disabled person without his right arm, not only can he not do anything, but he will feel very obstructive to stay at home, who would want to buy such a person as a slave?

Especially on this white cloth, it is also written that the price is twenty taels of silver, which is simply a sky-high price, even if you go to invite a family, it will not cost a few silver this year.

At this time, the young man with a broken arm kneeling on the ground saw that there were more and more onlookers, and suddenly, he suddenly howled and cried, and bowed his head to worship.

"Ladies and gentlemen, living bodhisattvas, please help, save my father!"

"I'm from a nearby village, and last night two men came to my house to stay overnight, and my father has always been a warm-hearted and good person, so he agreed, but these two men were the bandit leaders on Cangyan Mountain!

The young man was crying, and what he said was extremely moving, and when he got up after kowtowing, his face was already full of tears, and he looked heartbroken.

Look at his eyes red, gritted his teeth, and look extremely resentful.

"Please, my lords, buy me for twenty taels of silver, so that I can exchange some money and ask the doctor to save my father! Please! Please!"

The young man with the broken arm said and bowed, and his head slammed on the stone slab with a thud.

"Oh!

"It was the bandits on the mountain who had been stabbed again!

"You're talking lightly, the mountain roads are rough and steep, and there are all kinds of caves, who knows where those robbers are hiding?"

......

After listening to the experience of the young man with the broken arm, the onlookers were very pitiful, and when they saw him kowtowing, their hearts softened one by one, but no one stood up and said that they wanted to buy him.

After all, one yard is one yard, although this young man's experience is miserable, but it costs twenty taels to buy him, many people still feel that it is not worth it, and they don't have the money.

In the end, a group of onlookers only symbolically dropped a few pennies and left in a hurry.

The onlookers came and went faster, and after a while, they all dispersed, for fear of being entangled by the young man with a broken arm and unable to get out.

Unexpectedly, when the young man with the broken arm saw these people leaving, his crying immediately stopped, and he carefully observed the surroundings, and saw that passers-by were not looking at him, so he immediately reached out and grabbed the pile of copper coins and stuffed them into his arms.

Then he quickly carried the man on the ground back to the cart, covered the white cloth back, and then pushed the cart and quickly left Furong Street.

A quarter of an hour later, in the Yanliu Alley on the other side of the south side of the city, the boy with the broken arm stopped the cart again, did the same thing as just now, spread the white cloth on the ground, and then put the man in the cart on the white cloth, and knelt to the side again.

When someone came to watch, he immediately began to cry as if his face had changed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the living bodhisattva ......"