Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 15 015. The poor poor poor poor

Chapter 15 015. The poor poor poor poor
Cripple Wu's leg was beaten by someone, and the master didn't know who it was, but he knew that before his leg was broken, he was a well-known local rogue.

Very brave and ruthless, the society is not good.

And offending people, after being broken a leg, somehow became a beggar... It can only be said that everyone's life situation is different.

Although it is just a small frontier town, God knows how many people's past and lives are buried in the stories in the small town.

The two pastries were thrown in vain, and the speed was not fast.

But the cripple only caught one, and the other fell to the ground and was quickly picked up by a child.

After patting the dust, he didn't dare to eat it, so he handed it to Wu Zizi on his own initiative.

"Haha, Xiao Niubi, when you see someone you know, you always have to bring your little boy to say hello."

Holding two pastries in his hand, he broke one into pieces.

The pastry has been cold in the cold wind all the way, and it has no gluten, and it is not sticky at all.

It shattered into several pieces.

He didn't hide it either, and after handing it to the kid who picked it up, the kid immediately went to share it with a few friends in a sensible way.

After eating it in one bite, he immediately turned around and threw himself on Li Zhen again:
"The Daoist is blessed and blessed!"

"Ascension to immortality as soon as possible!"

"Go, go, go away."

These brats really think of themselves as rich.

As for Lame Wu, he also yelled:
"Okay, boys, this calf's nose is poorer than Daddy and I. To be able to give two pieces of meat is already considered a very popular virgin."

When the little beggars heard this, they immediately ignored Li Zhen.

The warmth and coldness of human feelings are vividly reflected.

But from the side view, this cripple is also very deterrent to several children.

Returning to the lame man again, he stared at the remaining pastry in Wu lame's hand, but no one dared to ask for it, and no one dared to make a sound.

Cripple Wu broke off another half of the pastry and asked the children to share it, while biting the remaining half of the pastry himself, he muttered and asked:
"Ox-nosed, do you have any money in your pocket? If you have any, get a pot of wine."

"Do you want arsenic?"

Seeing his naughty appearance, Li Zhen rolled his eyes:
"Okay, don't mess with Pindao, you are blocking the main entrance of the house, and when the shopkeeper comes back, he will give you a discount on the other leg, and you will die."

"He really dared to hit me, so I would lie at his door every day and let him raise me. The surname Qu just got a concubine two days ago, and life is going well. If you really beat me to death, remember to save me , the money lost will be given to my sons.”

Lame Wu bared his big yellow teeth and laughed in a rascally tone.

But in the end, he still walked forward with the child on crutches.

At the end, here comes a sentence:
"Niubi, I will come tomorrow, remember to prepare a few more."

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, I wish you early bliss!"

"Isn't the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss a monk's word?"

"That's right, hurry up and die, and go to Lingshan to wreak havoc on those bald donkeys."

"Hahaha~"

The big beggar took the little beggar and walked towards the next goal, but Li Zhen didn't feel sorry for the loss of the two lovers, but was a little happy.

On the day Master died, it rained.

The autumn rains are freezing.

All the way down the mountain, facing Qiemo City, which was his first visit, he was at a loss.

It was the beggar who grabbed him and pulled him to the pile of firewood in the corner. Seeing that he was out of his mind, he asked what was going on.Having nowhere to go, after I finished talking about Master's departure, I held two candlesticks and didn't know what to do.

The lame Wu ordered a few little beggars to find the Baishinongjia, and then he took himself to the pawnshop.

The pawnshop owner originally planned to give only 50 Wen.

It was also this beggar who yelled on the street that the pawnbroker had a bad conscience and was going to kill Master's monk... In the end, the two candlesticks were only given 150 Wen.

Reluctantly, it can be regarded as supporting the master's funeral.

It was too cold that day, and when they finally found Shopkeeper Sun to buy a coffin, both of them were shivering from the cold.

Li Zhen wanted to give him money, but the beggar took away three pieces of paper, saying that he was buying pancakes for the children.He also said that the master had given him favors before, and he gave him a ride after he died, so he felt at ease.

He is obviously a beggar, but when he said this, in Li Zhen's eyes, he looked like a hero who promised a lot.

Wu Lizi, Granny Zheng, and other people who helped him when he was most confused, Li Zhen kept this friendship in his heart.

What's more...he can actually see it.

No matter whether Wu Zizi is a prodigal son or not, he comes to his senses when he turns around, but for those children... who can make a few children call him father sincerely, at least Wu Zizi, who has no children and no daughters all his life, is not a bad person now.

The survival of the people at the bottom of this world is very difficult.

Again.

The poor do not embarrass the poor.

……

Cripple Wu is gone.

The God of Wealth is here.

A group of frontier soldiers came from the side of the city gate. They didn't change their uniforms, they just took off their armor.When you see Tongfuju, go inside.

At first glance, this group of Qiu Ba was resting today, and compared with the best restaurants in Xishi, Tongfuju, although the environment is average, is more suitable for this group of Qiu Ba who has no official position.

Drink some wine, line up and kick the door ajar, and go in to be happy and happy. This Clothes-giving Festival will not be in vain.

Li Zhen didn't dare to provoke these people, so he stepped aside and pretended to be a passerby.

But I was thinking about it...

Today, the "Nine Heads Case" may not be able to be discussed.

I have never heard of this group of Qiu Ba, if one is dissatisfied with the other, if the store is smashed, then my job will probably be gone.

But the problem is that instead of talking about "Nine Heads Case", find someone else to talk about... a bit too immoral, right?
For a while, he was a little distressed.

The job of storytelling is to order food for spectators, and you can talk about "Nine Heads Case" with a group of bitter people, and win by surprise.But for this group of Qiuba...they may not be willing to listen, not to mention, if the buttons are buried, they will not let them go...

That's even more of a hassle.

So short story.

And it will take a while to finish that.

But if he could finish the sentence directly, without any hooks, he would have no means of seizing people.

Maybe the reward will be less.

For a time, "family" and "career" were caught in a dilemma.

Do you want to speak stand-alone instead?

"Fight"?No, there are royal relatives and relatives in it, for fear of breaking a taboo.

"Letter from Shanxi Family"?It's not suitable, it's suitable for teasing boredom, but it can't stick to people's hearts without buttons?

"Wax Skewer"?This thing is not attractive.

How can this be done?

Long stories are not good, and short stories are not recruiting.

Either you have no money, or you may die.

Lord Dao, it is too difficult for me.

After thinking about it for a long time, I was thinking about getting money from these soldiers, and I was thinking about something attractive...

In the end, he hesitated for a long time... He felt that this group of Qiuba would only come for one day at most, and at worst, the income would be less today, so let's finish the "Nine Heads Case".

Such a thing as digging a hole...

Those who like to do it are grandchildren.

(End of this chapter)

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